MarJoyce One-Shots

Maybe This Time (Chapter 1)

Joyce and Marlou moved in together after a permission from their parents. Despite their gender preferences, they're still best friends. Believing the fact that they'll share a house together... like a couple. They're not officially couples yet, just best friends and no more. They also slept together as always. They were like roommates.

One night, he knew that his art contest in their school will be next day. As sign of supporting her best friend, Joyce wrote a letter for him.

"Hey bestie,

Good luck for your art contest! I overheard the peeps earlier that it is hard to join an art contest because you need some skills. And I also heard that you need some art materials, so here are some under our bed. Don't forget to pray for your safety and for your winning. Good luck, bestie!

Signed,"

Before she signed it, he called her.

"Joyce!" he called her. "Can you come over for a moment please?"

"Coming!" she replied, rushing to go to her best friend, and sat beside him. "What do you want?"

"I just need some advice," he said. "Art contest is coming right up, and I can't decide what will I make. Since you're my trusted best friend, what shall I draw?"

"I don't know," she replied. "You know, it's hard to decide. Everything you see is a masterpiece, choose what you want!"

"Well, you know, I can't decide too, best," he said.

"Sorry about that," she wrapped her arm behind him.

"It's okay," he pressed a soft kiss to her best friend's temple.

Joyce blushed in the affection that her best friend showed to her. In addition to this, she knew and realize she had a crush on him since they first met.

"Okay, good night," she remained blushing, freezing in her position.

"Night," he hugged her.

After Joyce left her best friend, she rushes to their shared bedroom and lie while he remains staring at the ceiling. After hours of overthinking, he finally went to their bed, letting his sleep overtakes him.

About three in the morning, he woke up with a headache, without Joyce.

Where'd she goes?

"Oh, you're awake," Joyce speaks. "Good morning!"

"Good morning, Joyce," he smiles at her. "What's on your mind?"

"Today's the day, Mar," she smiles and sat beside him.

"Yeah," he grins in return. "Can you squeeze my hand? I can't just imagine this without you, Joyce."

"Eh? Being dramatic again?" she squeezed his hands. "Now, feeling better?"

"I wish we never separate, but I guess it's time for me to go to shower, be right back, babe," he left another kiss to her temple and left.

He left her dumbfounded and thoughtless of what she just felt.

At the shower, Marlou was overthinking. He just kissed his best friend, twice, on her temple. He didn't regret he had a crush on this girl who he'd turned into his closest friend, and now he will not stop thinking of her.

The shower turned on, as he tries to let his best friend off on his mind and stop thinking about her for more than they're best friends. He needs to clear his head.

Joyce, on the other hand, freeze in her position. He just can't believe her best friend will call her 'babe'. Not to mention he kissed her twice. She was about to go out and get a fresh air but Marlou interrupted her.

"I'm ready now, Joyce," he smiled.

"Alright," she faked a smile.

"What's wrong?"

"No, nothing," she squeezed his hand. "Let's go."

At the sidewalk, hand in hand, they both blushed as they went to the school to have the contest.

"Are you ready now?" she asked.

"Yeah," he answered and let go from her hand.

"Sorry about that, I liked squeezing your hands in all honest."

"It's okay," her face turns red again.

"So, do you mind this?"

"What?" she turns to him, and before she realizes, his lips were on hers. She hesitates without reminding him, so she pulled away.

"Mar?" she said.

"Oh, Joyce, i'm so sorry!" he apologized.

"It's okay, Mar," she whispered. "Let's go."

As they continue walking, they entered the school without realizing the contest is about to start.

"Last call for other contestants, the contest is about to start." the announcer says.

He grab the art materials from Joyce's. "The contest is about to start. Take care." he left a kiss to Joyce's forehead.