Here u go bestie :) small drabble, no plot, and no editing :)
Sasha couldn’t help grumbling as she rubbed her eyes. Why was she so tired?
“Nooooooo…..”
Oh, that’s why. The blonde turned her attention to Marcy. Both of them had fallen asleep on the floor after a very competitive night of Mario Kart.
It was the only game Sasha had a decent chance of beating Marcy in. Speaking of which, her friend was talking in her sleep.
Wait.
Why did she have a marker?
Sasha practically jumped to her feet as she raced to the bathroom.
Marcy had drawn all over her face.
Well fine.
If that’s how it was going to be.
Sasha quickly walked back to her room, a large grin on her face only for that to drop.
Marcy was gone.
“Marcy?”
Distantly, from down the hall outside of her room, Sasha heard, “Yeah?”
The blonde exited her room to see Marcy standing at the end of the hallway.
Sasha raised a brow, “What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” Marcy peeped out, “Just… vibing?”
Sasha snickered, “Come here.”
“No.”
Sasha couldn’t help looking amused at Marcy’s fright, “I just want to talk.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Sasha stuck her tongue out, “Won’t know til you come.”
“I do know,” Marcy made a face back, “I feel safer here.”
“Fine.” Sasha shrugged.
Just for one moment neither of them moved, just staying still.
And then Sasha launched forward. Marcy screeched and turned on her feet. Both girls sprinting through the house giggling.
Sasha watched Marcy run down a stair case, for a moment she was surprised that Marcy didn’t tumble, only to have fear run down her spine.
At the bottom of the steps, they had a small dog gate. It was to keep their dogs out but Marcy was the clumsiest person ever.
To Sasha’s surprise Marcy made the jump. For a moment she looked graceful.
And then she landed flat on her face in the landing.
“Oh my god Marbles!!” Sasha shouted as she picked up her pace. Only for her foot to catch on something.
Perhaps she should’ve spent more time paying attention to where her feet were.
And just like that, Sasha also became well acquainted with the ground.
“So,” Marcy began, biting back her groans, “breakfast?”
Sasha wheezed, she could always fight Marcy after breakfast. When she wasn’t feeling like death.
“Sure.”
MY BELOVEDS!!!!!! marcy drawing on sasha's face >>>>
