(Marla really wants to hug you too)
(And Gwen)
(Really hard)
(On the lips)
(With her lips)
Marla’s eyes widened a fraction, her mouth leaving the pink straw. “Uh— sure, yeah. Sounds- sounds good. Just, ah, my face will probably look awful, I should warn you in advance.”
“Yeah, you look dreadful, not like your outfit is perfect or anything.” Gwen mumbled under her breath sarcastically. She grinned and held up her phone, focusing the camera. “Say cheese! Unless your lactose intolerant! Then say depression and fake ice cream!” She kept up the cheery voice, trying to get a genuine smile out of Marla.
(I’m laughing so hard XD I honestly think you just made my day.)
(lol I'm glad my weird-ass sense of humour accomplished something today)
(omg now it's my turn to laugh)
Marla's sweet laugh broke through her self-doubt, a smile settling on the curve of her lips. "Cheese!" After the picture had been taken, she shook her head in an amused fashion. "You know, you get me to laugh every time."
Gwen admired the picture for a moment, trying to memorize the sound of Marla’s laughter. She took a quick glance at the photos of the past students on the walls. A mix of B&W and colored photos. A variety of students with different backgrounds, powers, and arrays of accomplishments. But the one thing they all shared was the same dead eyed stare. And that was the one thing the picture of the smiling girl in front of her would enterally lord over their heads. Trapped in a moment of laughter instead of grim annoyance.
She quickly texted the photo to Marla, giving it a caption.
GWEN: [Photo Attachment]
Princess Charming 80s Retro Au
“What can I say? I have a gift. The plant thing is nothing compared to my lovely charm and wit.” Gwen smiled softly at Marla, taking one last look at the picture on her phone before shutting it off and placing it facedown on the table.
“If it’s worth anything- I think both charm and plant thing are lovely.” Ducking her head so that strands of platinum fell in front of her eyes, Marla took out her phone. She blushed, seeing the photo and the caption. “Thanks.”
“I think that’s the first time anyone’s responded positively to that statement.” Gwen twirled a piece of hair around her finger, her gaze resting on Marla. “You’ve got to admit you rock the hipster flannel better than I do.”
Marla slipped the phone back into her handbag and tucked her hair behind her ears, a pink undertone lining the majority of her face. “I disagree— no one rocks the hipster flannel better than you— but I’m flattered.”
“You’re being modest.” Gwen waved her off bashfully. “You should keep it. The flannel, I mean. Blue is definitely more of your color than mine.”
"I– I should- keep it?" She repeated the comment as a question, eyes widening almost imperceptibly. Which meant two things: Firstly, that she would now have an item that belonged to non other than the cute girl sitting across from her, and second, that Gwen would be in nothing but that tanktop (and bottoms) for the rest of their lunch.
Gwen felt her heart beat a little faster at the look on Marla’s face. This girl is going to ruin me. “Yeah… Unless you don’t want to. I-I wouldn’t force you or anything.”
And I’m definitely not doing this so I can look at you wearing my clothes for the rest of lunch. “Light colors seem to work well on you, but contrast is always good, you know? Eye popping.” She made a playful pop! noise with his lips, blushing furiously afterwards when she realized how childish she just looked.
Marla's cheeks burned, her mouth going numb for a few seconds. She had to tear her gaze away from Gwen's lips and pull them back to her eyes as she struggled to form a sentence. "Y-Yeah. Thank you– I didn't mean to sound ungrateful or anything, it's really nice– people don't really give me stuff often. Ever. I'm not used to it. Sorry."
“Well luckily for you I have a severe weakness for shopping. Expect to be getting presents a lot more often.” Gwen was extremely relieved that Marla had agreed to keep the flannel. But she couldn’t help but wonder how no one had seen Marla’s red cheeks and tried to steal her for themselves.
Marla bit back the dorkiest grin in all of existence, leaning forward to sip her huge drink again. “I appreciate it, but you don’t have to get me anything.”
“Sorry, Marla. Already made up my mind.” Gwen grinned, sipping from her le,onade as the fries were set down on the table. She awkwardly muttered at thank you before immediately starting to steal fries.
Marla took a fry, licking her lips. “Oh yum, this is delicious,” she commented, not noticing the unintended connotation that came with her words.
(Hhh I’m craving fries now this is not good)
(Lmao I just went and got my leftover fries from the fridge because of this)
Gwen choked on her fry, trying to stifle a bout of laugher. “Maybe don’t say that on a college campus, Princess.”
(Hhh lucky I wish I had fries)
Marla frowned slightly, then almost spat out her fry as the realization hit her. “Oh my god,” she said, mortified, “I did not just say that.”
“Hey,” Gwen let a small laugh escape her lips. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
Marla buried her face in her hands, her whole face red by now. “I’m never speaking again…”
“It wasn’t that bad!” Gwen paused a moment. “Okay, so it was a little bit funny, but not never speak again funny! I’ll miss hearing that voice of yours.” She teased, leaning forward and stealing another sip from Marla’s milkshake.
The comment certainly didn’t help Marla’s blush, neither did the sight of Gwen leaning closer to her. She removed her hands from the lower half of her face, biting her lip. “Fine- only for you.”
Gwen pulled away from the milkshake with a grin. “I’m that special already? I feel so loved!” She teased. “Off topic, but this is a seriously good milkshake.”
Marla was an inch away from banging her head repeatedly against the table from the intense conflict this girl was causing her. “Yeah- agreed.”
(I think I’m going to sleep now, goodnight!)
“You have good instincts apparently. Everytime I order something new it sucks. I think I’m cursed.” Gwen jested, leaning back and rolling her eyes.
(Goodnight!)
(Good afternoon)
Marla shook her head, giving a soft chuckle. “Is your lemonade good? I bet that doesn’t suck.”