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@cineplextm
𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗺 ⸻ a private retelling of 𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙠𝙠𝙚𝙧 - 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 within the group of @gonighthawks please do not follow/interact if not in the group.
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dossier. aesthetics. musings. headcanons.
She notices the shift in Norman's demeanor when she mentions New Years -- how Grace had talked to Mary, how she knew. Or, well, the implication that she knew. Lips twisted to the side, Grace takes another look around to make sure no one is eavesdropping before she presses on. "Your house," she states, brow raised with an accusation. (She knew that nothing had happened, of course -- Mary swore by it. And she believed her best friend, because Mary had no reason to lie to her. However, getting tangled in this mess? It was the last thing she wanted.)
So, her hands smooth out the front of her dress, and Grace turns to face him head on. "I told her I wouldn't approach her parents with the information," she starts, "but I also told her I wouldn't lie. So, for her sake, I'm playing the avoidance game with Mr. and Mrs. Santos. And I believe it's in your best interest to help me with that game." She pauses, eyes narrowing up at him. "Wouldn't you agree?"
The tone that Grace takes makes Norman nervous, eyes widening a little behind large glasses. He swallows back a breath as she speaks, telling him how she wasn't going to bring it up but she also wasn't going to lie. She tells him how it's in his best interest to help her avoid the Santos parents. And when she asked if he agreed to that thinking he almost couldn't stop the way his head nodded in quick bobs. He quickly finds himself forcing a breath out as his voice cracks with a reply, "Y-yeah, I agree."
He looks over his shoulder to where Mary is still with her parents, their eyes meet and he offers her a gentle smile then looks back to Grace. He debates for a minute if he wants to say more on all of it, but he can't stop himself from doing so even if he wanted to, "I, uh, the next day..." his brow furrows some, "I told Mary I love her." He relaxes his features almost as quickly as they tensed, straightening a bit, "And I do, Grace. I love Mary and I want to do anything I can to keep her happy. Her parents finding out about that? It..." he trails off, licking over his lips and breath shakily leaving, "It would come between us a-and neither of us want that."
siblings fall into an easy routine: lighthearted teasing and subsequent laughter, the fokker house so often filled with the sound. sure, they had their issues, bonnie's new CHEERLEADER THING the subject of their most recent rift. though, as usual, it was mostly patched over. how successfully? she couldn't say. but at least he was talking to her. she holds the door open further, an unspoken invite for him to enter, IF HE WANTED TO. “ i'm always up for some kind of incentive. can't do nothing for free in this world. ” she's joking ( mostly. ) though she'd never say no to a gift, a couple of bucks maybe. settling herself on plush bedding, absentmindedly continuing to dry her nails, studying them intensely for any sign of a smudge. THEY HAD TO BE PERFECT. head snaps up to focus on him, his request a new one. norman rarely needed the house to himself. consider her interest piqued. lips spread into a large grin, sheer excitement brewing in the girl. despite their arguments and MOMENTS, she wanted nothing than to see him happy. and mary would surely do that for him. “ oh - my - GOD! you're gonna say you love her? that's so cute! ” unable to contain herself, mouth running a mile a minute. “ soooooooo . . . what're you gonna say? exactly. ”
He flushes almost immediately with a deeper shade of pink. Her proclamation and use of the big 'L' word were more than he had said. Yes, that was his plan, but saying it out loud? It felt almost crazy. He knew how he felt, knew that Mary made him happy beyond belief and that after school was done he wanted to continue this. Through the summer and right into the fall when they go to college. She was still figuring that out on her end, but wherever she went he was going to make it work with her because, yes, he loved her.
"Y-yeah," he stutters out, looking down at where his hands are wringing together in front of him, "I just want to tell her how I feel. That I... that I love her and she makes me happy." Saying the word made a warmth blossom through his chest and he looked up towards his siter, "I don't... I don't know for sure what I'm going to say? I know I wanna show her the comics--" something he hasn't even done with Bonnie, "--and maybe tell her then because she means more to me than all those pieces of art and written material, you know?"
the warmth of his hand in hers had her squeezing his gently as she pushed herself up. his question and the way his cheeks flushed with it had his thoughts nearly speaking out loud. the bed was closer, only a few feet away, but she knew that carried potential implications. ones that she wasn't sure if he was ready for, though she was okay with just cuddling if that's what he wanted.
" we can curl up wherever you're comfortable, baby, " she assured with a soft smile, giving his hand another encouraging squeeze. " and we can do whatever you're comfortable with wherever we land . . . i just wanna get cozy with you. "
The notion of getting to choose where they went made his stomach flutter, eyes flickering across her face. He was very adamant in allowing Mary to choose what she was comfortable with and leading them. He could walk them to his bed and kiss her until he was breathless, but he didn't want her to feel trapped or imposed on. He didn't want to do anything that would make her scared or uncertain. He just... "Sorry," he murmurs, chuckling a little nervously as he strokes his thumb over the back of her hand, "I know we just confessed something big, but I'm still so nervous about doing something wrong."
He lifts his other hand to rub it against the back of his neck under the little flip of his dark hair. He offers her a nervous, but assuring grin, "I just want you to be comfortable and okay with things. I never wanna make you feel a way about any of this or me."
who: ethan & norman (@cineplextm) where: outside lakeside mall
one could say that the leather-clad young adult is loitering, but in ethan's defense, he isn't exactly bothering anyone posted up in the parking lot. he's leaning up against his car, a cigarette hanging from his lips-- totally inconspicuous. that is... until he spots a familiar figure. presumably leaving the mall, after a shift at the cineplex. ethan nods his head in norman's direction and, after only a moment of hesitation, he fishes out his box of cigarettes to offer to the other. usually, ethan's more stingy with his rations-- norman, however, can be an exception with how they help each other out on the occasion. "you smoke?"
Norman's tired and ready to get home. It wasn't that late of a Saturday shift, but he'd worked at Pizza Pete's prior to the Cineplex and had another shift at Watcher World tomorrow morning. He was ready to sleep until then after he heated up whatever dinner his mom had made. If she'd made anything. He knew she was working all day too. Mind you, Norman has no one to blame but himself for all the work he does, but he's doing it for good reason. He has money he wants to save and dreams to follow. He never complains for those reasons. He's doing this for good cause and he won't be ungrateful for the fact all the jobs line up as they do-- rarely does he find conflict between them. Maybe someone was looking out for him... not that he believed in anything divine.
He's about halfway to his car when he spots Ethan Green, his feet pausing in their crunching of the snow pact against the ground. He blinks at him then finds his eyes drifting to the pack of cigarettes being offered. He blinks again, frown slowly worming to his face as he fights the need to respond almost out of disgust. He knows he shouldn't, knows he has to be respectful of whatever choices someone else is making. But smoking? He's already having to stop himself from coughing at the smoke coming off of Ethan's. "No," is finally spoken, "I can't say that I do," short pause, "Have you seriously been out here waiting to offer me a cigarette... or is Lex working?"
a grin stretched wide across mary's lips at his promise. one that caused the corners of her eyes to wrinkle and a little giggle to spill from her lips. she was sitting as close as she could to him, tingles dancing across her skin from where he pressed a kiss to her palm. her fingers curled against his cheek, a soft warmth resting comfortably in her gaze.
" i'd really like that, " she murmured, leaning forward to press a gentle but firm kiss between his eyebrows. " let's get you somewhere cozier . . . "
The kiss between his eyebrows made him melt a little and it took a moment for him to register what she was saying. He blinked his eyes and looked down at where he was kneeling on the ground then back up to her, "Oh, sure, yeah. That sounds good actually." He let out a short laugh then shifted back to get to his feet, rising to his full height and reaching down to take her hand so he could help her out of the chair. He debated resuming the soft kiss right there where they stood, but his eyes shot briefly to his bed beside them only to feel a heat instantly rise up his cheeks. He cleared his throat and stuttered out a quiet, "Should we... should we go to the couch?"
Norman would never expect anything from her after such a confession. Hearing her say she loved him too was more than enough and sufficed for anything else. Physical attention wasn't what he craved-- would he accept it? Yes, but he wasn't about to put that pressure on her. Never. He knew her thoughts about it all... or well, what the church and her parents pushed onto her. They've kissed and held hands, but anything else? That seemed very off the table.
in the sanctuary of her room, pamper mode in full swing ( she looked a LITTLE BIT scary. ) lips moving along to the music blaring, as much as they could underneath her face mask, delicately swiping blue polish onto her nails. the perfect colour. she'd never taken this much PRIDE in her appearance, but somehow all the effort felt good. even if it took her ages. the lightest knock on the door, bonnie unsure if she'd actually heard anything, her family's schedule running through her mind. NORMAN MUST BE HOME. a smile settling onto her face, fingers splayed out as nails dry, peeling her face mask off with expert precision, flung into the bin as she opens the door. “ hey, you okay? ” she darts away, music lowered just a touch, still able to hear it. focus settling on her brother, HER TWIN, gently blowing on wet nails as she does so. head tilting to one side, A FAVOUR? interesting. “ oh yeah? and what kind of favour would that be? ” impish grin settling on features, though she'd probably comply with his request, she had to have her FUN with it first. “ y'know i am the oldest. so you'd better promise me something good in return, norm. ”
Her initial question makes him nod, but he waits for confirmation that she's willing to hear out what he's going to ask. As she teases him though he can't stop the roll of his eyes, letting out a small laugh and rubbing a hand against the side of his neck. "Well, we'll see if it warrants that," he pauses then wets his lips, thinking momentarily on how to word his question and how much he wants to reveal. He doesn't know if Bonnie needs to hear all of it, but he was sure she'd appreciate having an idea of why he was more or less kicking her out of the house. Their mother already working a late shift tonight.
"I, uh, wanted to ask if you had plans tonight that might get you out of the house...?" He winces a little at the pitch into a question, trying to keep a calm and not as nervous expression. He wasn't scared of Bonnie, but he also didn't want to upset her or make her feel like she was being forced to do something, "See, Mary is coming over a-and I was hoping to have a talk with her about something." Pause, that sounds weird, "I just mean-- I mean I want to tell her how I really feel about her."
she savored the feeling of his lips against hers for another moment. once she drew back, her forehead gently rested against his, keeping him close to her. his arms were always the safest, warmest place she had ever known, a place she never wanted to leave. it's why she loved sitting back against his chest reading or doodling while his arms were around her with his video game controller.
" do you think i could sometime have a picture of ryker and marion to keep and frame? " she asked softly. " it doesn't have to be an original! it could be a print. i just . . . i want a piece of that with me . . . " whenever she ended up.
She drew back from the kiss and he rests his forehead to hers in return, dark eyes shut and hand around her wrist continuing to gently stroke his thumb along her skin. She asks her question gently and he pulls back enough to open his eyes and look at her. She clarifies her question and he smiles softly, shoulders relaxing and heart fluttering hard in his chest, "I'll make you something unique and special, just of them." He promises with turn of his head to kiss the base of her palm. His lips linger there then he turns back to look at her, "I'll start on it this weekend. I already have ideas."
Norman felt amazing in this moment. He'd just told the girl of his dreams he was in love with her and maybe to call her that was crazy to some degree, but Norman meant it. Mary was more than he could've ever imagined some dream girl being. She was beautiful, kind, creative, and the best person to ever come into his life. Don't get it wrong, he loves his mom and Bonnie... but Mary? She was everything to Norman.
mary's heart was pounding in her chest from the three words that norman had spoke to her. it didn't come as a surprise to her. it felt like he had told her this through his gestures long before he spoke them. he was the kindest person she knew. he showed love in so many ways, and she hoped she poured that back into him as well.
as he lowered himself to his knees, a soft smile tugged at her lips before she melted into his kiss, happy to let him take charge of it. her thumb brushed against his cheek as her other arm snaked around him to hold him close to her.
She draws him in closer with the pull, his head tilting into the kiss with a smile that's hard to hold back. His hand on the side of her head slowly draws away and down, finding her waist to give it a small squeeze. He knows they can't stay in this position forever, but he just wants to kiss her. He wants to feel what he's feeling and chase the high of knowing Mary loves him.
He knows that someone may call it young love, naive and new. But he knows how he feels, he knows what Mary means to him. He was sure the only people who wouldn't fully understand it were her parents, whereas his mom and Bonnie? They understood. His mom had known Norman loved Mary on New Years, talking to him about it the next day and mentioning the way he'd been looking at the girl. And Bonnie? Norman had told his sister earlier today he wanted to have a talk with Mary about how he felt. They supported him and it made him feel better about all of this.
He's quiet for a long while -- maybe in self reflection, Grace thinks. She doesn't know Norman very well beyond what Mary says about him, and Grace does trust her best friend. Still, the silence is unnerving. Grace is sure it can show on her face, the way her eyes goes a little wide as she stares at him.
When he does speak, her smile is just as tight lipped as before. As regular as Mary wants it to be. It's not exactly promising, but -- it'll do for now, she thinks. Grace nods, hands clasped in front of her. "Well, Mary and I are very attentive when it comes to services, so if you'll be coming along with her," her head tilts as she examines him, "I suppose you'll be seeing more of me, too."
Clearing her throat, she steps to the side, lets her father past before she's swinging around to stand next to Normal. Eyes cut to Mary, where she's talking with her mother, before she leans in. "She did talk to me, by the way. About... New Years."
Great, he thinks sarcastically to himself. He knew enough about Grace that Norman wasn't eager to be in her presence more than he had tto be. Yes, she was Mary's best friend, but she was also a prude in a way that made him anxious. It felt like no matter what he or Mary did... there'd be judgement of some kind. At least more on his side than Mary. Norman was the corrupter of the relationship if there was logic to it all, but the truth of that was he wasn't. Norman was an anxious mess when it came to Mary. He never wanted to put pressure on her or make her feel like she had to do anything, but... Mary never felt that way. He knew it too because she was the one to initiate anything. She held his hand first, hugged him first, kissed him first.
"Can't wait," he manages to say only to pause as Grace sidesteps and moves to stand beside him. He gives her father a nod then glances to Mary where she's smiling as she speaks to her mother. Norman is almost certain Grace is about to walk away when instead she leans a bit closer and mentions Mary speaking to her. How she knew about New Years. It made Norman's eyes widen a little, breath hitching nervously in his chest. He turns his head to look at Grace, lips parting and quiet response coming out, "What did she say?"
i love you, mary.
the phrase squeezed tightly within her chest. she had never been told she had been loved before, not like this. and there's no one in the universe that mary would rather hear it from. the fact that he thought so much of her that he included her as a character in his comic writing? it had her heart pounding in her chest and a lump forming in her throat. a tear escaped from the corner of her eye and slipped down her cheek, but thankfully, the pages were resting safely on the desk.
" i love you too, norm, " she whispered, turning his desk chair towards him so she could take his hands and gently pull him down towards her. one hand let go of his to rest on his cheek just before her lips brushed his. one soft kiss and then one slower, deeper one. as she gently drew back, her forehead rested against his. " does this mean i get to read more of your comics in the future? " she asked with a soft, melodic little giggle and a grin that slowly climbed across her lips.
Despite feeling somewhat confident he'd hear her say the words, Norman still felt relief wash over him as she repeated back the sentiment. His breath stutters from his lips as he watches her turn and reach out for him, but he's already leaning in to meet her lips for that soft chaste kiss. It's the second one that steals his breath and leaves him in a near puddle, knees feeling like goo. He shifts as she draws back just enough, his legs bending and folding to get him onto his knees in front of her. Their foreheads meet despite that and he chuckles a little, smile creeping along his face in a softness he only ever knew in her presence. He nods and murmurs a quiet, "Yes, yes it does."
He lifts a hand to gently encircle her wrist of the hand on his cheek, thumb stroking along the softness of her skin. His other hand lets go of hers in order to reach up and slip against the side of her head, fingers brushing under strands of hair and giving him the chance to cup her so to draw her back in for another kiss. He leads this one, something he doesn't do often as he usually lets Mary guide what they do or when they kiss. But this time he gives himself the chance to pour his words into that kiss, his confession of love filling it.
she watched the way he nervously shifted about himself. a soft smile tugged at her lips as she brought her gaze back down to the pages, now able to see the full picture of ryker's urgency to get to her and the girl on the other side of it. she listened to norman, taking in each of his words and how they seemed to be coming to life off of the page. how they were coming to life, if she was following correctly.
" she loves him, " she stated confidently with a little nod, turning her head to gaze up at him. " he makes her feel like the most special, luckiest girl in the world, and she's . . . she's loved him for a very long time, " she assured, her gaze connected with his.
she loves him.
The words still Norman's shifting, heart leaping up his throat and eyes watching as Mary looks back to him. He flickers his hues across her expression, taking in the sincerity behind words he already knew to be earnest. He was spellbound by the very words leaving her and he almost wondered if he'd passed out rather than finished sharing anything, but the longer he looks at Mary... the more he knows that to not be true. She was saying it back. She was telling Norman the very thing he wanted to share tonight with her and it has words tumbling out of his mouth before he can even attempt to catch them.
"I love you, Mary," he says it from where he stands beside her, both hands falling to his sides to clench and unclench as he lets that three worded phrase hang in the air between them. He'd never said it before to anyone that wasn't familial, but he knew it to be true. He knew a month ago when he started drawing Mary beyond comics how he felt... he was beyond lucky to have her and he felt on top of the world around her. She knew how to make him feel special... and it sounded like he did the same for her. It was making his heart flutter and he waits there for her to return the sentiment... confidence finally settling into his chest. She was going to say it, wasn't she?
she shifted in the chair with great enthusiasm as norman fished out the next page. she loved hearing him talk about his story. about ryker and his adventures. so to hear it developing further with a love interest? she was hooked. she was so incredibly invested and --
when the page was set in front of her, she immediately caught eye of the movement in the image. the pretty dress flowing in the wind, how he captured her dark hair moving perfectly across her face . . . large brown eyes . . . a sharp jaw and pointed chin . . . a soft smile. she felt the blood rush to her cheeks as she stared at the drawing, new details unlocking piece by piece the longer she looked.
her name's marion.
marion . . . mary. it caught in her chest and squeezed it so tight that it climbed into her throat. she slowly brought her gaze over to meet his, her lips parted in a completely stunned state. " she looks like me, " she stated softly. sure, it might be coincidence and part of her was wondering if he had intended it . . . but surely, right? there were too many pieces suggesting so. " she looks like . . . she honestly looks like how i wish i looked, " she confessed with a quiet, slightly watery laugh, bringing a hand up to gently press at the corner of her eye. " she and ryker . . . they have a happy ending, right? "
His breath catches as she says Marion looks like her, eyes widening a bit more behind his large glasses. He feels like the air in the room has vanished completely as he waits for her to say more. He doesn't know if she's going to like it or if she's going to say something terrible, but... he knows better. This is Mary. She doesn't have a terrible or mean bone in her body. In fact as she says her next set of words he feels air fill his lungs and his heart squeeze in his chest. He starts shaking his head ready to tell her that she does look like that. That she's absolutely beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, beyond words or even art. But then she's asking a question that gives him pause, eyes flicking to the page then down to her.
He shifts his weight on his feet and gives a small shrug of his shoulder, "I-I don't know yet," he lifts a hand to the back of his neck, rubbing at it slowly as he exhales a shaky breath, "He... he doesn't know how she feels about him a-and he hasn't had the chance to say..." he swallows, nerves crawling along his skin like he needed to run. He doesn't though, instead he tries to continue with eyes locked to Mary's and voice coming out quietly, "He hasn't had the chance to say he loves her."
she watched with eyes filled with wonder as the pages were laid out before her. large brown eyes scanned the contents, the bright and crisp artwork and the dialogue laid out as he explained the plot line. it brought a soft smile to her lips, one that was filled with a sense of pride. this was intimate. vulnerable. she wanted to know all of these special little corners within them. she wanted to be able to love every inch and ounce of him.
her gaze pulled to meet his when he mentioned the love interest, realizing that ryker was just going after her on these pages. " do you have her developed? " she inquired with a soft enthusiasm about herself. " i'd love to meet her if you'd like for me to . . . "
He nods at her initial question, but her inquiry in seeing if she could meet the love interest had Norman tensing. His cheeks flared red and he felt like he was suddenly going to start sweating. He hadn't even shown his mother yet the woman of Ryker's thoughts and desires. That had been specifically for Norman's eyes and his alone because it was the most vulnerable he's ever been. He poured something into the woman that Mary would see and know immediately... but Norman had to be okay with that, because this whole situation was to tell her how he felt. And what better way then showing her what she means to him... how she's his greatest muse since he started writing this at fourteen.
"Y-yeah," he reaches back into the accordion organizer and pulls out a page that's mostly one image of a woman in a dress blowing gently in the wind, her dark hair also moving with it. It's still, obviously, but there's motion to the depth drawn there... but he doesn't care about that in the moment. What he cares about is Mary noticing her features... the shape of her eyes, the softness of her smile, the point of her chin. "Her name's..." he swallows and focuses himself to not let his voice crack, "Her name's Marion.... she... I..." he's stuttering a bit and he has to breathe in to calm himself. Were his knees shaking? "I... I started drawing her about a month ago a-and settled on her name last week."
mary didn't know what to expect as she followed norman downstairs. the basement and his bedroom? they were known territory, especially the former. it was their little paradise downstairs where he'd play his games and she'd read. or they'd work on homework or study or just talk. she could spend hours down there. it had become her sanctuary, her favorite place in the world. a place where she felt like she could just be herself without the pressures of the world around her.
after being seated at his desk, she watched him present the accordion file and the contents had her eyes lighting up. " i really get to see your work?! " she beamed, eyes bright and grin wide. " norm, i've been wanting to see your comics for forever! "
"Yeah," he murmurs out, blush touching his cheeks with a nervousness. He's only really ever shown his mom his work and maybe that was cowardly, but he was scared to have other perceive it. The work was so close to his heart and part of who he was. It was vulnerable to present it, but he trusted Mary... loved Mary. So he steps closer as she mentions having wanted to see his work forever. It only makes him blush deeper, heart fluttering in his chest. He still comes to a stop beside where she's sat at his desk and sets his file organizer down, hands undoing the clasp in order to reach inside and pull out a few pages from a spot.
"These... these are my more recent ones," he lays down four pages that depict the detective going from human to wolf, a narration between the images of how he's going after this woman he was helping. How this woman who came into his life looking for his aid only to find himself falling madly in love with her-- and now? Now he was going to fight to protect her from the evils after her, "The... the point of this is when Ryker realizes he's in love with this girl who is in danger. He hadn't known until he saw how close that danger was that he did, but..." pause, "I... I hadn't thought before this comic branch to give him a love interest."
there was a feeling lingering within mary's chest. one that resided at the tip of her tongue. the way she looked at norman? it spoke the words that she had never shared with someone before. not like that, at least. she loved her family and her friends but real true love? she felt something like that with norman. she felt something strong in her chest for him in a way that had her really pushing to stay home for college even more. to explore not just her dreams for art . . . but a future with him.
she felt safe in his hold, and she expressed it in a soft sigh as she leaned her head against his chest for a moment before he spoke of his actual intentions. she lifted her head to gaze up at her much taller boyfriend, a soft smile tugging at her lips. " yeah? what is it? " she asked curiously.
Norman smiles gently down at her, dark eyes flickering over her soft features that stare up at him with wide eyed curiosity. He wants to kiss her in that moment, wants to boldly lift his hand and brush hair behind her ear-- lean in and sweep her off her feet with a single kiss. But he doesn't. He can't. He's anxious, nervous, unsure. He knows she wouldn't turn him or his affection away, but what if it was just clunky? What if the moment didn't align with what he had in his head? So rather than suddenly plant a kiss to her lips, he gives a tip of his head towards the basement, "Come with me."
He pulls his hands away from her back and slides one to find one of hers. His fingers lace with hers and he leads gently gives a tug of it, leading her towards the open basement door. They go down the steps and he continues further, leading her to his room. She's no stranger to it as they've hung out in there before to study and/or talk, but today... today he's got something else planned. He brings her over to where his desk is and pulls the chair out for her, "For you." He waits a beat then steps away, giving her the time to sit as he opens his closet and disappears inside. When he comes out he has an accordion file organizer in hand and stops a few feet off from her, "I want to... I want to show you some of my comics." Pause, "The ones I draw and write myself."
closed: @cheerledtm where: fokker residence
Norman stands outside of Bonnie's room, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as he tries not to make them clammier than they already. He's nervous, but not because he has to talk to his twin sister... he was fine talking to Bonnie. No, this was about the topic at hand: Mary. He wanted to tell the girl how he felt, tell Mary he loved her and he wanted to make sure they had the privacy of the moment to do so. He'd invited Mary over to hang out tonight and knew she'd be here within the hour, but he also had expected Bonnie to be home. He knew their mom was working a late shift, but he hadn't checked his sister's schedule. The nerves came from that, but also the necessary feeling of having to kick his sister out for the evening. He hoped and felt she'd be okay with it, but asking felt odd. Especially when he could hear the Sabrina blasting from her room and knowing she was probably in her element doing something. He hated interrupting.
Still-- he knocks with a light rap of his knuckles then waits for the day to pull open. It takes a moment but then his sister is standing in front of him, "Hey, Bon," he starts, small grin on his face, "I was, uh, wondering i-if you had a moment to talk? I just--" his voice cracks and he winces, pauses, then tries again, "I have a favor to ask of you."
