[BoyxBoyxGirl. Polyamorous]
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Falling for the best friend of her crush wasn't on Martha's bingo card. She had more important things to worry about, like the disappearance of her mother which led to the loss of her voice.
But amidst investigations...
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There's something about her that is rather off today, but I can't quite put my finger on it.
She's doing a good job at masking it. She's crawling around the floor with Molly, pretending to be a dog, though I think the cat ears she has on defeats the point, but she says it doesn't matter.
She looks happy. Anyone would say she's happy, but I know better.
Maybe it's the alcohol that's making me feel like I can suddenly see past people and get into their innermost thoughts. Maybe I just know my best friend a little too well.
I should ask her. I know I should, but I just can't seem to find the right words to put together and everytime I try, the only sound that escapes my mouth is giggles.
I have things I need to tell her. Especially things that revolve around last night. The memory flashes in my thoughts and I feel my cheeks heat up while a fit of giggles leave my lips. The sound is foreign, yet beautiful. The person making it is happy and on cloud nine.
It's a Sunday, I know that much. Dad is most likely standing over someone's organs at this very moment, tasking himself with saving their life while he's sleep deprived. Mom... Oddly enough, she just carried on as usual. Off to church to thank the Lord for keeping her safe. It's laughable.
A sound is heard. A hearty laugh; so full of life and joy. Cece is rolling around on the floor while Molly runs around her. She looks happy, but I'm sure she's not.
Maybe it's exactly as Jonathan says it is. Sometimes the lack of words speak volumes. What is her silence telling me? We're wasted on my floor on a Sunday morning. Is that normal teenager behavior?
My lips part, and I'm sure I'm going to ask her this time. I can feel the words form, I can taste it. I can sense it leaving my lips.
"Blah!" Is what comes out instead. The sound is odd and amusing, I can't help but fall back onto the floor and laugh.
Maybe it isn't funny, but it is. I lost my mother, but then I didn't. How did that happen? My clique more than doubled and now life seems so simple, yet so complicated. How did this happen and why is it so amusing?
The simple moments of it all is the funniest part. The simple moments when one is wrapped up in the arms of their lover, low music, soft lights, engulfed in their pleasant scent and lost in all the familiar, yet new sensations. Lost in every sound, every rhythm, every drag and slide and every word professed.
It's really simple, still it's not. It's plays again and again in my head, occupying every space of my mind.
"Ti - that tickles!" Cece is laughing uncontrollably at Molly. I should tell her. I really should!
"Words - words are - I'm speaking words!" I manage to get out. It's enough to grab her attention and she rolls so she's lying on her side and facing my direction.
