𝐌𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬

It seems like since you guys like funny things and chaotic fluff maybe I'll do more of that now that Anne and Sasha are awake.

This chapter will be the fluff one i guess.

Also it was like 6-8 weeks that they've been in a coma. Yes i know that it was fast but only because i didn't show everything.

And yes, every day of school while Sasha and Anne were in a coma Marcy put letters in their lockers.

The next day

Sasha and Marcy were chilling in Sasha's house while her parents were out. Sasha's bones were still hurting due to her literally almost being slaughtered to death. Anne couldn't hang out with them for a while due to how strict her mom was. Her mom wanted Anne to stay home so that she could take care of her baby on her own.

Heh, nothing like a mothers love.

Cute.

Sasha was a bit nervous about having Marcy over since neither of her friends had been to her home before. Plus she had just gotten discharged from the hospital so things were a bit different between her and her friends. 

The thing about Sasha was that she was rich. And i mean very rich.

She lived in a big mansion and every room was huge. Sasha's room was all pink and girly and smelled like vanilla, I mean, she did give off that vibe before they went to amphibia so it only made sense for her to have a room like this.

Sasha's also gave off very weird vibes though. The kitchen was messy and some parts of the place were really empty. Some places were even completely trashed, probably from Sasha's mental breakdowns.

Nothing is ever good once Sasha opens up to anyone about her feelings, she gets too carried away and ends up screaming and crying once you say something shes heard a lot.

Marcy learned that the hard way once Sasha wrecked her room.

Marcy doesn't mind it though, when Sasha releases her emotions I mean. It's like shes been holding in those emotions for so long that she just didn't know how to open up about it. It's hard to be mad at that, Sasha isn't very comfortable with telling anyone anything.

The only places that were tidy were the bathroom, Sasha's bedroom, the dining room, the living room, and her parents bedroom. It wasn't really dirty, it was just...messy.

"Hey, are you just going to stand there admiring my gorgeous face or are you going to answer my question?" Sasha complained.

"Whoops! Sorry sorry! And n-no, I wasn't staring at you! I'll go make you some soup." Marcy said as she ran out of the room while her face turned red.

'Heh, damn nerd.' Sasha thought.

With Marcy.

'Hmm, Sasha's house is really big. It looks pretty much empty. It doesn't even look like a home, doesn't feel like home either. It's just cold, and creepy. It gives off depressing vibes.'

Marcy was walking for so long that she hadn't even realized that she was already in the kitchen. Marcy let out a big gasp once she saw how big the kitchen was.

'Woah Sasha's parents must make bank!'

'Geez, i never noticed how much of a mess this place was. Now that I think about it I've only ever seen Sasha's parents but a few times. I've always wondered why Sasha was home alone all the time.'

'Sasha's mother is a woman with pale skin and blue eyes with blonde hair. She always wears eyeliner and light blue eyeshadow with a black dress, like shes some kind of mysterious thief escaping from people that fall in love with her first glance.'

'I gotta admit shes gorgeous.'

'I see where Sasha gets it from.'

'Her mother is never at home with Sasha, neither is her father. it's like she doesn't like being alone so she hangs out with me and Anne when her parents are gone. Like me.'

'I don't like being alone.'

'It only makes sense as to why Sasha looked so heartbroken when Anne didn't wanna be her friend anymore.'

'I've only ever seen her mom once, twice, or three times. But she never seems to want to be bothered with Sasha. It's like her mother doesn't want anything to do with her so she pushes Sasha away with a bunch of expensive things. I lowkey feel bad for her.'

'If Sasha even asks her for anything or says one word to her mother she is immediately scolded or manipulated, with her mother saying things like "A perfect girl doesn't hang out with nerdy girls," or "You are going to do what I say and that's it. End.Of.Discussion.'

'I now know why Sasha was like that in the first place.'

Marcy's thoughts were interrupted when she heard Sasha yell from upstairs in her room. "What's taking so long down there lovely lady!" Sasha shouted.

Marcy felt a heat spread across her cheeks. "Sorry Sorry! I'll get to it!"

'Jeez shes like an old man rushing his wife. Shes just flirty and attractive at the same time.'

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Once Marcy was done preparing the soup for Sasha she headed upstairs to Sasha's room. One of The sleepy girl heard the door open and one of her eyes cracked open to look at the beautiful model that just walked in the room.

"Hallo, hübsche Dame." Sasha greeted.

"Huh? Sasha, you know I don't understand German." Marcy chuckled.

Sasha grinned back at her as Marcy sat down the bowl of soup onto Sasha's lap.

Marcy stared at Sasha with a confused expression and opened her mouth to speak. "Wait, doesn't that burn?"

"No, I've felt worse pain. If you lived with my parents you'd understand." Sasha responded.

Marcy tilted her head and once again stared at Sasha with confusion as to what that meant but then shrugged it off.

Sasha lifted up her arm to place the spoon into her mouth and took a big gulp of the hot soup. She kept doing this until Marcy noticed that Sasha's hand had fallen onto the bed. Marcy raised an eyebrow. "Hey what's wrong? Do your arms hurt?"

"Eh. My arm bones are fully healed since It's been like 8 weeks but the nurse told me that i'd still be in some pain. As expected, I am in pain." Sasha responded.

"Let me help you with that Sash." Marcy picked up the spoon and held it to Sasha's mouth.

"I'm not a baby Marce, I can eat on my own. I've been in amphibia for about seven months. Don't you see these big guns!?" Sasha pulled up both of her sleeves and attempted to flex her muscles but her weak arms immediately fell onto the bed.

She stared at Marcy for a moment and then rubbed the back of her neck as she let out a nervous chuckle while a bright red blush formed on her face. 

"Cm'ere you." Marcy lifted up the spoon again and slipped it into Sasha's mouth.

She kept doing that over and over until the whole bowl was finished. 

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Marcy had headed downstairs to put the bowl in the sink and more curious thoughts began roaming her head. 

'Why does this place give off such weird vibes? What's up with Sasha's parents? Why does Sasha keep so many secrets? Why does she never open up? Why does she keep in so many bottled up emotions? Where's Sasha's dad? Is he some kind of mysterious mafia boss? Why is the house so messy? Why is Sasha always home alone? Why does Sasha overreact when she opens up?'

'Now that I think about it, they say that money buys happiness. But Sasha never feels at home here, she constantly wants to escape this place and come to mine or Anne's place. Money doesn't buy happiness, Sasha is never happy here. I don't know what goes on in this place but Sasha doesn't seem to be enjoying it at all.'

Marcy let out a big sigh and headed back upstairs.

Marcy opened up the door to her bedroom and walked inside, but this time Sasha didn't open up her eyes to look at her. Her eyes were shut and she was attempting to fall asleep. Marcy walked over to Sasha and sat at the edge of her bed in silence.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Marcy finally opens her mouth to say something. "Hey Sash..."

Sasha hummed quietly in response.

"Where are your parents? Could you tell me a little bit about them?" Marcy questioned.

"Hmmm, there's a lot of things that I don't tell anyone about so be lucky that I'm about to tell you some things, it means I trust you." Sasha said.

Marcy hummed and nodded.

"So my parents are very busy all the time so I'm always home alone. I have to do most things by myself, like cooking and stuff, I can't really cook properly. My parents are barely here to teach me anything, I mostly have to take cooking lessons from Anne or look some up on the internet. I don't even know how to clean properly, that's why the kitchens such a mess. And some of the rooms that are wrecked... I think you can already guess what happened. And my mom, sometimes she can be kind of a...."

"A bitch?" Marcy interrupted.

"I was gonna say cunt but I guess that works too" Sasha chuckled.

"Anyways, when I younger I used to see my parents as heroes. I was wrong, they're just like me. Usually I just try my best not to get hurt so I keep everything to myself. I can't say much but I'll let you know that I'll never, never in my life, grow up to be like my parents." Sasha said.

"There's also more to the story than just that, It's way worse than what I've already told you."

"Well, It's okay if you don't want to tell me anything. I don't want you to feel pressured into telling me, I want you to feel comfortable around me to the point where you feel like you can come to me any time you feel a type of way." Marcy comforted.

"Thanks mar-mar, I can always count on you and Anne to make me feel better." Sasha thanked.

"No problem, I'm always here when you need me." Marcy responded.

Marcy watched as Sasha's eyes slowly began to close, but suddenly opened back up real wide which confused Marcy. That's when Sasha opened her mouth and said something that left Marcy flabbergasted.

"Please lay down with me pretty...." Sasha begged sleepily.

Marcy instantly felt heat take over her whole face. "Whaaaaa! What's with the random random request!?" Marcy shouted, flustered.

"Please lay down with me Marcy..." Sasha begged again.

Marcy was about to protest to her words again but then she saw how serious Sasha's serious expression looked. Marcy's expression softened and she then climbed over next to Sasha and got under the blanket.

I guess that wasn't enough for Sasha because she pulled Marcy closer to her and Marcy didn't even think she could get any closer. Plus it was chilly in Sasha's house and Sasha was wearing a big over-sized hot pink hoodie so that made it a bit warm under the blanket.

Marcy was facing Sasha, they were both facing each other. 

Sasha placed a warm palm onto Marcy's cheek and she noticed the baby pink blush that faded onto her cheek. After a few moments Sasha found her eyes wandering down at Marcy's lips. 

Marcy took notice of Sasha staring and her cheeks heated up even more.

"Hey Marce...Can i kiss you..?"

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"HUH!?" Marcy's mouth dropped open.

"I mean, Sasha, It's great that you asked for my consent first. But do you see the state you're in? You aren't in your right mind right now, you're about to fall asleep, and I'd never take advantage of this situation." Marcy nervously chuckled.

"Awhhhh but I really want to kiss you!" Sasha whined. 

"Uh... hehheh! H-How about we just go to sleep Sash..." Marcy suggested.

"Okayyyy." Sasha pouted.

Sasha snuggled up closer to Marcy and held one of Marcy's hands in hers as she buried her face into the crook of Marcy's neck. She then began to doze off.

Haha guys you all got clowned you didn't get a kiss.

I felt like this fic was getting boring but this chapter made it better.

What was your favorite part? 

And which part of this chapter was deep and felt most relatable?

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