“They still do,” he laughed, thinking of the last time he performed and how they were the loudest in the crowd. He loved his parents for that reason. They were always crazy supportive and all about the collaboration of theater. He and his sister were, as his father liked to say, well loved in that respect. “Oh, God, no,” he laughed, covering his mouth with his hand. He’d seen Wicked for the first time when he was six, and many times after that, but he’d never read the book and could not imagine munchkins having sex all over the stage that way. “No. There’s no explicit sex.” Showing her the show made him feel all excited. It was one of his favorites, even if he never listed it. He could see Mardra really liking it. “Then you’ll really like it. There’s nothing like the feeling Stephen Schwartz evokes. If you want a rollercoaster, this is going to take you there.” He didn’t want to say aloud, at least not yet, that he was already tripped up on her and falling. Mardra was easy to be around, and he’d often felt like he needed to run away from this kind of closeness, because something always told him run run run. He didn’t feel that with Mardra. When his heart sped up, it wasn’t him getting nervous, really, it was his whole body reacting to her being close. He scrunched up his nose and leaned in to kiss her again, “That sounds a lot better.” He laughed at the rapid fire questions she asked, his heart singing in harmony with her last line. Even her voice was beautiful. “But you’re going to answer all that, too, right?” he smiled, “I like red, I’ve always had a phobia of quicksand, don’t know why. I like Summer the best. I get irked when mostly when drivers get too close to people to freak them out. Not to be cheesy but you make me happy. I can’t have caffeine because I get anxious and sunny side up. And I request that you sing more often.”
mardra had all but abandoned trying to be ‘cool’ around milo. he made her feel comfortable enough to actually express all her emotions, whether they were good or bad. to be fair, she hadn’t had any bad moments other than when they first met, and the alcohol made her forget most of that anger. at this point, she just allowed herself to smile and laugh as hard as she wanted, to avoid suppressing emotions as much as she could. laughing, she touched her hand to her chest with relief, “oh thank god. if i watch something like that with you, i’d prefer it not to be a musical.” it was a crass situation to imagine, but she meant something more along the lines of watching fifty shades, although she probably would avoid watching that as much as possible, especially with milo. her heart lept when he kissed her again, which was probably a feeling she would never get over. even after so many kisses and telling each other their feelings, mardra still felt an electric shock when she felt his lips against hers. fuck she thought to herself, trying to remember the questions she had asked. “um, purple, spring, chewing with mouths open,” she paused, thinking of what he had said. it was a sentiment that set off butterflies in her stomach and made her turn away smiling, and she wanted to echo it but she didn’t think happy was an adequate enough word. “a lot of things make me happy. you do, but you make me comfortable, you make me happy to be here, to be here right now. you just... seem to make me better.” maybe it was too cheesy for a first date, but there was something about his pull that didnt make her apprehensive. she was comfortable enough to feel everything her heart wanted her to, and that feeling was a seed of something she hadn’t felt for five years, something she probably hadn’t even felt the first time.
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