After a long, stressful week, Sasha and Marcy enjoyed some time at the mall. They tried to invite Anne along with them but her parents still needed her help at the restaurant. There was a strange Sci-Fi-themed store that had just opened and while Marcy insisted on checking it out, Sasha decided to wait for her outside where two young ladies approached her.
"Yo blondie! It's been a while. No offense but the bob makes you look kind of old."
"Not as old as your bullshit," Sasha retaliated.
Both girls let out a phony laugh along with some unattractive sounding snorts.
"Oh honey, you've changed, a lot. Don't tell me you still have that nerd living with you," one girl bluntly stated.
"Hey, only I can call her that!"
"Hold up, someone cue the ship name for Sasha and Poindexter," said the other.
Don't freak out Sasha. Remember what Anne told you. Getting locked up is not worth being separated from Marcy.
Sasha balled her fists and took deep breaths as they kept insulting her.
"You know, I used to be like you two, long before we even met. Sure, we had lots of fun in college. Too much fun, because obviously I was too drunk to read the room. I never hung out with you guys sober and now I understand why."
"Hey Sash, what's going on?" Marcy appeared carrying a bag filled with miscellaneous fictional memorabilia and wrapped her arm around the blonde's waist.
Both girls laughed at them, turned around and walked away in the opposite direction.
"Who are they?"
"Some messed up girls I used to hang out with in college. I think they got jealous you moved back into town and I guess that's why they think I stopped hanging out with them, but in reality they're horrible people, like worse than I was at 13. The only thing I remember ever doing with them is getting drunk, and I can barely remember that."
"Oh, damn."
"I almost hurt them but I remember what Anne told me the other day and held myself back."
"What'd she say?"
"She asked if I really wanted to spend my entire life in jail, apart from you."
"Aw, I think little Sashy deserves some ice cream. How's that sound?"
"Can it have rainbow sprinkles?"
"Anything you want."
They ordered a large cone of vanilla with rainbow sprinkles to share and sat together on a nearby bench, taking turns eating the ice cream. They got weird looks from people passing by and Sasha flipped them off in her head because she didn't want to make a scene in front of Marcy.
"Here Marce you can have the rest."
Marcy devoured the rest of the ice cream with her tongue like a thirsty dog drinking water.
"I bet you wish that was me, huh?" Sasha said as she watched her and Marcy started coughing.
Marcy caught her breath. "You pervert." She then ate the cone, wiped her hands and mouth clean with a napkin and threw it in the trash.
"Aw, I could've cleaned that up for you."
"Sash, we're in public, calm down."
"I'd take you right now and you know it."
"What was that about not wanting to be in jail for the rest of your life?"
"I'd probably get a few months, and we'd be together, so it's a win-win," she smirked.
"Sasha!"
"Let's get out of here. This place is not as fun as I remember it."
Marcy checked the time on her phone. "Oh shoot! I'm late for tutoring!"
"You have tutoring again today? It feels like I just picked you up from yesterday's session."
"Yeah, I'm sorry but someone around here needs to be making some money. It doesn't just grow on trees like in level 12 of Vagabondia."
Sasha sighs and drives Marcy back to the library, again. After dropping her off, she nearly got a speeding ticket driving home then ran up to her apartment and locked the door in a hurry.
"THAT'S IT! If she's not gonna satisfy me, I'm just gonna have to do it myself." Sasha threw all her clothes onto the living room floor then disappeared into her bedroom.
At the library, Marcy looked around for the students that were supposed to be there but it was empty apart from a mother with two young children checking out some DVDs and a middle-aged man using a computer at the other end of the building.
"Huh, maybe they left?" Marcy asked the librarian if she saw any of the kids, which she did not.
Marcy checked her phone again and realized it was Saturday. "Dang, I'm off by a few days. No wonder Sasha's mad." She decided not to ask Sasha to pick her up, but to take the bus back to their street where she walked the rest of the way home. There, she could hear loud noises coming from their apartment. She decided to proceed with caution and enter quietly.
Marcy noticed the clothes on the floor and the bedroom door shut. "Is she…," she said quietly.
Suddenly, the loudest scream of them all could be heard from the other side of the wall.
"MARCY!"
"I'm coming Sash!" Marcy barged into the room to a naked Sasha spread across her bed holding a very noisy object in her dominant hand. Sasha didn't even notice her till her body stopped shaking and she was able to catch her breath. Marcy froze and turned red at the sight, then finally worked up the courage to say something.
"Care to repeat that, while I watch?" Marcy said as innocently as she could.
"AHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK!" Sasha threw the object somewhere across the room and covered her body with a blanket. "Marcy–wh-what are you doing here?!"
Marcy took off her jacket and threw it on the floor. "I live here, with you." She crawled into the bed and wrapped her arms around the vulnerable blonde. "I didn't realize today's Saturday. I got so caught up in tutoring, I ignored your needs and I feel like such an idiot. I'm all yours Sashy, if you're up for another round of course."
Sasha's head hit the pillow, pulling Marcy down with her and attacking her with kisses.
"How'd you get home?" Sasha asked between kisses.
"I took the bus."
Sasha pushed Marcy off of her, earning a confused look from the woman who only seconds ago she was embracing so affectionately. "Ew! Let's take this to the shower," she suggested. They didn't waste any time before they were running to the bathroom holding hands. Luckily, the landlord was the one responsible for the water bill.
The next day, Sasha and Marcy lay in bed in their pajamas with their bodies intertwined.
Sasha broke the silence. "I'm not even sure I'm wearing any underwear."
"It wouldn't be the first time… Hey, are you looking forward to going back to therapy tomorrow?"
Sasha snickered. "Yeah, ecstatic."
"Aw, come on, it shouldn't be that bad. You said it's one-on-one right?"
"When I was 13 I would've killed for that amount of attention, but now it just seems like torture, especially knowing someone will be judging instead of praising me. It wouldn't be my first time in therapy as the one being psycho-analyzed, but back then things were different. I'm not some dumb child with even dumber problems, I'm an adult with serious mental health challenges."
"Would it make you feel better if I came with you?"
Sasha sighs. "Could you? Just this one time?"
"Of course. Would you like Anne to-"
"No," Sasha cut her off. "This isn't some slumber party, Marcy. This is anger management. So… what do you want to eat? Instant ramen or PB&J?"
"Seriously Sasha? Why won't you let me do the grocery shopping?"
"Because I need to pay rent tomorrow."
Marcy sighs. "Instant ramen I guess. I promise not to burn myself… again."