Marley Rose AKA Marls AKA Mars Bar AKA the future Mrs. Rose-Lynn.
...Maybe. We haven't worked out the last name thing yet.
Anyways, I'm Marley Rose, like I said, and I'm a 25 year old Stanford grad with a degree in creative writing. I'm currently a reader for a publisher as I work on my own writing when I can. I like bad jokes and kittens and Julie Andrews and the Spice Girls. Also, my mom is my absolute best friend, so obviously I am the coolest kid you'll ever meet.
WE’VE GOT THIS, OKAY! IF ANYONE CAN HANDLE THIS, WE CAN HANDLE THIS. WE’RE GONNA BREATHE AND EVERYTHING AND I PROBABLY SHOULDN’T EVEN BE REPLYING TO THIS BECAUSE OUR WEDDING IS TOMORROW???????
But okay, okay, I miss your nightly texts but I’ll try super hard to live through it AND I’LL SEE YOU TOMORROW NIGHT AT THE ALTER, #B2B.
WE GOT THIS!! AND YOU'RE GOING TO CRY TOMORROW SO GET READY! Okay, no more talking until after the wedding tomorrow, this is the last thing. Goodnight, #H2B. Tomorrow you become #Hubbie officially. It's going to be great.
NOT GONNA LIE I’M SUPER STOKED BUT ALSO KINDA FREAKED OUT BIG TIME? BUT STILL VERY SUPER STOKED. I’M TOTALLY READY TO ENTER THE HUSBAND GAME.
AND I THINK WE GOT IT. THINK YOU CAN EMOTIONALLY PREPARE IN TIME? I’d offer to come over and help but, like, it’s the bachelor party tonight and stuff which means that hanging out with you would be breaking a whole bunch of rules.
THAT'S EXACTLY WHERE I AM, RY, SO I DON'T BLAME YOU AT ALL! IT'S GOING TO BE WEIRD TO BE A "WIFE" LIKE I NEVER EXPECTED TO BE CALLED THAT.
Of course you should be out enjoying that! Don't miss your bachelor party for me, Ry. I have my bridesmaids here and my mom and Unique and Kurt and Sami all put themselves on speed dial so I can call if I start to really panic. Which I might need during this bachelorette party since Santana helped planned it, but we'll see. I won't even text you until we're husband and wife...oh my god.
YOU GUYS ALL BETTER BE READY TO STAY SUPER LATE BECAUSE IT’S GONNA TAKE US A WHILE TO GET THROUGH ALL OF OUR FIRST DANCES AND YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO MISS THOSE IT’S THE RULES SORRY.
EVERYBODY GET UP, IT’S TIME TO SLAM NOW. That pretty much makes it impossible for people to not feel like they need to join in, okay. You can’t blame me if I try to cut in.
You're right, it's basically an invitation to slam with us. I know Ry wouldn't mind if they joined in with us, so I think it's going to be okay. Just try to let us have a few measures of just us dancing, okay?
LOCATION → Beach! Does this need to be more specific??? THE beach?
TIME FRAME → Sunday. May 4th, 2014. Around 5pm.
SUMMARY → It’s time for some fiancé bonding! Not in the, like, kinky S&M bonding way or anything. This just got awkward. Anyway, they’re at the beach, and they’ve got the dog with them, and they’re, like…talking about everything, ja feel?
It sort of blew Ryder’s mind, like, a lot that they hadn’t really clued Blaine in on what all was going on – even though he knew exactly why they didn’t, and that was because Blaine, in short, would have freaked the fuck out. Because the thing about Blaine was that he was into all of that eternal love, soulmates forever mumbo jumbo, and if he thought that two of his best friends were getting married for some reason other than true love – no matter how sweet their intentions might have been regardless – he would have been the first one to speak out about it.
Blaine would have asked, like, twenty-three times if they were really sure they wanted to do that, and then he would have offered to help Marley out himself even if Marley was too proud of a person to accept things like that… and then he probably would have just decided to declare that he was Ryder’s gay lover of the night to get his parents off his case.
So, yeah. Fucking disaster. Not happening. It was just better to let Blaine believe that they were two best friends who had finally realized how in love with each other they were – trust me, it was safer that way for everyone. Blaine ate up the “best friends falling in love” stories like candy.
“I’ve always seen myself as more of a Shawn,” he did a dramatic hair flip for added effect, shooting her his best ‘pouty’ look, “but for you, I can totally make an exception and be your Cory instead. Even if Blainers has the curls.” They could totally pull this off. And nobody would want to be an asshole and question their relationship in the first place, which meant that they pretty much had to be in the clear, right?
But, just to be on the safe side, maybe this whole “kissing practice” thing wasn’t a bad idea. It needed to look natural, anyway. They couldn’t be standing at the alter and kissing for the first time – and making it obvious to everyone that they were kissing for the first time. Sure, people saved themselves for marriage in the sexual sense… but kissing? Come on, this is an engagement, not a betrothal.
He tried to not focus on the way that his heart seemed to be pounding a little bit faster at the idea of actually locking lips with his best friend. It wasn’t like he had any feelings for her (his fiancée, he gets the irony) or anything like that! Marley was gorgeous, okay, so any dude would be lucky to get to kiss her. Why was he nervous?
He breathed in and out, before he was closing his eyes and meeting his lips to hers. Her lips sort of tasted like vanilla, and his hand moved to her cheek almost right away (because it was supposed to look natural, obviously). He wasn’t sure how long it was, or why his stomach kept twisting so weirdly, but when they pulled away, he looked back at her with a questioning look on his face.
“So, um… good? I mean, I think we did, uh… not too shabby.”
MARLEY ROSE
"Well, I always secretly thought Shawn and Topanga would make a good couple, almost as good as Cory and Topanga, but don't tell anyone I said that," Marley teased, "So either way, I guess that means we're working out well together then, huh?" She nudged him lightly with her shoulder to emphasize that she was kidding. She didn't want him to feel awkward at any point since the situation relied so much on them being comfortable with each other.
That's why the whole kissing thing had to be practiced. They had to be comfortable doing it so they didn't break into awkward giggles at the altar or anything. They had to know how the other's lips felt so there wasn't any surprise. It had to seem like they'd done it a million times before. So even though her face heated over so slightly as she leaned in, she pressed forward and put her lips against his.
Girls had always told her about the fireworks they felt when they kissed guys. She'd heard so many stories about how romance worked and how great it felt to kiss someone. But whenever she had kissed guys (or done anything else for that matter), she didn't really feel much. It just felt kind of awkward and wet a lot of times, or sometimes it was sweet and slightly fun, but it was never anything like kissing Ryder. His lips were surprisingly soft and felt plump against her own. He tasted like sugar and smelled like some cologne Marley hadn't ever smelled before, something much better than the Axe stuff he bathed himself in when they were in high school. When his hand went to her cheek, she tilted her head slightly towards it, eveything seeming to flow naturally, even as her stomach flipped in a way that wasn't all too unpleasant.
When she pulled away, her face was a bit redder and her heart started to slow down (god, when did it even speed up?). "Uh...yeah. I think we're fine. Must be the whole best friend thing. Makes us good at...that," she said before looking off to the other side, where that one random dog was playing with the stolen Frisbee. "I guess there's no need to practice too much more."
You can always dance in your seat! Ry and I have years of experience doing that, I know you can pull it off! And if there's enough demand, maybe we'll play it again for everyone to dance to--and since it's Space Jam, there will be.
It’s the only show that’s worth the suffering, which is totally saying something. Is it even possible to not love her? She’s the most kickass character on the show, not to mention, freaking hilarious. I totally see where she’s coming from, there’s no way a comparison would offend me, Chica. The way I see it, being happy is great and whatever, but I couldn’t pull it off in the long run, eventually I’d have have to release all my pent-up rage and then shit would go down.
Exactly. I think she's an amazing character and has a great personality. And her character growth over the show and all that she dealt with, that was amazing, and even if someone doesn't like her, I hope they realize she's amazing just for being so...her. She gross and stays true to herself at the same time. I think she's great. I think people, for the most part, can choose to be happy and optimistic, and that's what I try to do, that's all. But that's me and I know it doesn't work for everyone, so whatever floats your boat.
It's finally happening! The Lynn-Rose wedding is a GO! Be ready to watch our hour long first dance because, seriously, our song list hasn't shrunk in the least and now includes Spice Girls, Reading Rainbow, and mash ups to the Space jam theme song.
There’s no doubt Buffy is up there with the best, even though it stomps on your heart, it’s totally worth it. I think Angel/Angelus was just inspiration, when it comes to casting, I’d obviously be Faith. She’s a perfect mix of hot and badass, which is like exactly what I put on my call card. Now, that’s just sickeningly sweet. I’m all for having a good day, but nobody should be as happy as you, it’s freaky and just wrong.
It's one of the best written shows of all time and seriously, heartbreak or not. Anya's speech about death always gets me and the end of season five is the worst, especially once you find out she was in heaven. I was going to say Faith, actually, but I was slightly afraid I would offend you if I said that since not everyone loves her. I think she's complicated but ultimately good. What's wrong with being happy?
It’s a little weird, but my Abuela can barely stand kids themselves let alone the shows dedicated to ‘em, so I just had to suck it up. I’m grateful now, I wouldn’t have turned out like I did without the influence of such badass tv shows - where do you think I got the idea of Snix from? If it weren’t for Buffy, specifically the whole Angel/Angelus thing, then my alter ego wouldn’t even have a name. Your taste in tv also says everything about you, I’m not even a little surprised, you’re just all smiles.
I'm glad you appreciate it, then. Oh, well, Buffy is one of the best shows of all time, so I get that, even if it tears my heart out every now and then. I never thought of you in terms of Angel/Angelus, but I totally can see that now, even if I'd cast you as someone else. I just think there's so much drama in life, so I don't like to be brought down with drama too often. Smiling's important--they basically say as much in Elf!
Oh, I’m sure it was really great, I just prefer my shows with a little more crime and deception. It’s no good to me unless there’s some drama going on, so L&O is more up my street than Rainbow Reading or whatever. Everyone’s different, I guess.
Even when you were a kid, though? That's like...weird, don't you think? For a kid to watch? But I guess to each their own, as you said. My favorite shows will always be comedies, like 30 Rock and Arrested Development and Parks and Rec. I like shows that make me laugh.
The only thing I have to say about this Reading Rainbow business...
…is that you should all totally be excited, for one, and also, Mars and I are most likely gonna have another section to add to our list of first dance songs: REMIXED THEME SONGS OF TV SHOW’S FROM THE NINETIES THAT WE’RE ALREADY DOING ONE OF OUR FIRST DANCES TO. It’s a mouthful, I know, but it can be shortened to RTSTSFTNTWADOOFDT, if that’s easier for you.
