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Started January 12, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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Marla flushed bright pink. “Crisis averted.”

MARLA: If I’m Princess, who are you? ;)

Gwen smiled softly at the text, deciding to play along.

GWEN: A young peasant hoodlum who steals bread. Either that or the crazed alchemist/plague doctor. It honestly depends on my mood.

“Ah, I’m glad,” Trinity laughed. “Am I invited to the wedding?”
“Trinity!!”

MARLA: I am so glad I bumped into you

GWEN: Me too, Princess. I’d love to keep talking, but I’m probably going to fail my required math class if I don’t do my homework.

MARLA: Understood, I wish you luck. See you tomorrow?

GWEN: Absolutely. Try not to crash into me next time. :)

MARLA: No promises

(Skip?)

Would you mind starting?)

(Sure!)

“I should’ve brought a car to campus.” Gwen complained mutinously as she reached the end of her walk from Treetop all the way to the diner. Despite being terribly out of shape, she was still excited to see Marla. Is this a date? Gwen honestly had no idea, but she was willing to go for it as she pushed open the door into the small diner.

The place looked like a living time capsule. Checkered black and white flooring, beige walls splashed with red and black accents. Pictures of former students who became celebrities hanging proudly, a single frozen moment that trapped them from moving on to their bright futures. The jukebox in the corner played It’s Not Unusual merrily, the song just loud enough to be heard over the ringing of the bells attached to the doorway.

Gwen slipped inside, waving awkwardly as a burly woman behind the counter greeted her with a friendly, “Good afternoon, dear!” She sat in a both with red leather cushions and a slab of what looked pink slate, rimmed with metal for a table.

GWEN: Hey! Just got here :)

(Hhhhhh I want to draw that)

Marla glanced down at her phone just as she ran from the Dome, a ridiculously large smile appearing on her face as soon as she read it.

MARLA: Ah sorry, I’m on my way now. I had to stop at my dorm to change!

She must have attracted some odd looks in her pale blue top, which was practically fashioned from delicate lace. She’d thrown on some black leggings underneath to keep the outfit casual though— was this even a date? Did this count as non-platonic? In all honesty, Marla had absolutely no idea.

A few minutes later, she rushed into the diner, catching sight of Gwen immediately.

(That’d be awesome! There’s a diner just like this near my house, so I pretty much just described it anyways.)

Gwen looked up as Marla raced into the diner. “You didn’t have to rush! I don’t mind waiting. I got here early!” She smiled, secretly relieved she didn’t have to wait alone.

(Oh luckyy, I’d probably kill for an aesthetic 50’s diner XD)
(Btw what’s Gwen wearing?)

Marla sat down across from the other woman,— who looked undeniably pretty— her cheeks flushed. “Well, I’m glad I didn’t disappoint. How’re you?”

(I’d love to say a ballgown, but let’s go with converse, ripped jeans, and a white tank top with a blue flannel)

“I’m doing good. It’s nice to see you again.” Gwen smiled warmly, trying to control her blushing and keep it to a minimum. “I like your shirt! It’s pretty.”

(Loll
Yesss flannel)

“Thank you,” Marla replied shyly, all thoughts of prophecies and Tarot cards instantly evaporating like a puddle under the sun. “And it’s nkce to see you again too!”

“Hey! I just realized something.” Gwen smiled brightly. “That light blue would go so well with this.” She rambled, taking off her dark blue flannel. “Here, I want to see how you look.” She held it out for Marla to take, now only in a tank top.

Shoulders…. Right— the absolutely adorable girl across from her had actual shoulders. Adorable shoulders. Bare skin that she wanted to cuddle up against. And— Nope. Stop. Right now.

Marla stammered out a reply, slipping the flannel over her shoulders.

Good gods what have I done? Gwen felt like she’d just personally took an arrow out of Cupid’s quiver and jammed it into her chest. Marla sat in front of her. Adorable pink cheeks and a smile, and now she was wearing Gwen’s flannel.

Gwen tried not to reveal that she was silently loosing her mind. “Now you have to put up with my bad shoulder tan lines.” She joked, smiling so wide it hurt.

Marla melted into a blushing, stuttering mess, staring first at the flannel she was wearing, then up at Gwen. “At— At least you have tan—“ she managed, unable to let go of the article of clothing which suddenly seemed to be so precious.

“You say pale, I say Snow White.” Gwen laughed, blushing profusely as the burly waitress walked over.

Marla would have choked out the most awkward reply in all of history if she had not been saved by a very buff waitress that came by their table. She smiled politely up at them, praying that she didn’t appear to be as big of a mess as she felt.

“Hello girls! Can I get you something to drink?” The older woman asked cheerfully, her round cheeks not nearly as red as Gwen’s.

“I-… uh-“ Gwen grabbed the menu, a flustered mess. “Do you have lemonade?”

“Of course, hun. What’ll it be for you, darling?” She scribbled down Gwen’s order on her notepad, gesturing to Marla.

Marla gave the menu a hasty glance, struggling not to ogle at Gwen instead. Because, honestly, who wouldn’t want to?
“Uh, could I have the- the strawberry milkshake, please?”