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Sasha sat at the pier with the other two women. Spinning the pink drink around its glass. It was supposed to be dragon fruit, it tastes mostly of artificial coconut.
Anne was leaning over and stealing a drink out of Marcy’s glass. Sasha honestly didn’t realize how much she missed hanging out with them like this. It's been a few good years, probably, they had all gotten pretty busy honestly.
When was the last time they all hung out? She put a hand in her hair and rested the weight of her head on it. Watching the two women, Marcy had a pen in her hand tapping it on the cover of her old journal. Anne was comfortably sitting there enjoying the light warmth still provided by the setting sun.
“You know,” Marcy started. Sasha let her eyes naturally fall on her again “I think I had a massive crush on both you guys at one point.” She brought up natural conversation, cool, cool. Anne tapped her chin and nodded.
“Honestly, I know I did, like definitely after you moved.” Anne smiled, mixing her drink with her straw. Sasha remembers that, a solid week in high school where Anne confided about her massive crush on the nerd. The crush on her was a new one she didn't know. They both looked at Sasha expecting her to add on to the conversation.
Sasha distracted herself with some more drinking, looking away in flustered thought. Okay, maybe she did, at one point or another. She didn’t think about it that much, sure there were a few times in high school and more recently like even today that she's felt maybe odd but she wouldn't say that she has a crush on either of them.
Or when she realized she may be Bisexual with how fuzzy cuddling with women made her heart feel. Anne being one of those… okay no other times though.
Okay.
Maybe that one other time. Sasha put her glass down and half hid her face with her hand “Crap.” She mumbled. More than that one other time.
Oh crud, even them preparing for that dance at Saint James.
“What Sash?” Marcy said, her voice laced with amusement. Sasha looked at her through her fingers. Both women could see how embarrassingly red the pale woman in front of them was.
“I think I'm still very screwed.” She said quietly. That comment gifted her a snorted laugh from Anne.