chet being obscenely jealous of trip as he grows closer to marcia, basically leaving him in the dust. him — his best friend and all of their history. he’s just forced to watch, to be the couple’s third-wheel while they share a milkshake or cuddle up at the drive-in. when they began dating, all plans that were meant to be just chet and trip automatically turned into chet, trip, and marcia. he thought it was just the honeymoon phase — that it would all blow over in a week or so. it wasn’t. he grew sick and irritated at the sight of them together, rolling his eyes in the school halls at their lackluster PDA. chet started blowing off trip and ignoring his calls — stuck deep in complete self-sabotage. green was never chet’s color, yet he wore it so often.
marcia watching as her best friend slowly went from being her usual bubbly, warm self to nothing but a gloomy husk of the person she used to be. bearing witness to countless arguments that bob started, observing the way cherry’s face would grow red with embarrassment and disdain — marcia always there to stick up for her right by her side despite the amount of time cherry told her not to. countless nights her shoulder grew soaked with the redhead’s tears. she never wanted anything but the best for cherry. marcia could be the best. she wouldn’t ever make her lip tremble anxiously in fear, or cause her to raise her voice. no, she’d brush her fingers through those red waves of cherry’s the way that always soothed her, do anything to hear her laugh all pretty and soft. she would be her boyfriend.
