Chapter 1: Mousy Girl Blues
"Thats it, I'm dieing alone! Blah!" Patty shouted to the heavens as she shoved her hands in her pockets and sulked walking down the street. "Getting a date to a stupid dance was to much to ask?" She grumbled. "Lucille gets to be right again, and she can't keep her transfixed eyes on Schroeder..." As she kept walking down the street she suddenly got a strange yet recognizable feeling. Halting the frustrated rant she turned and saw no one was there.
Patty sighed, "I've gotta be losing my marbles or something." Beginning to walk again. "Something wrong Sir?" Said a inquisitive and concerned voice. "Ahhhhhh!" Falling with a start to the pavement. Patty winced as she looked to match a face to a very familiar voice. A silhouetted figure that Patty recognized instantly loomed above her. "Sir?" she asked, "Marcie! Don't sneak up on me like that!" Patty grumbled. "And quit calling me Sir!" Knowing that this instinctive response would have no effect.
"I wasn't trying to startle you Sir." said Marcie "You passed my yard and I walked up to meet you but you were preoccupied." Nodding in agreement with her own words. "Oh, sorry about that Marcie." Nodding back. "I'm sorry you had to see that." Not admitting her embarrassment. "You haven't answered the question Sir, whats wrong?" Tilting her head. Patty took a breath, "I'm sick of trying to fit in with it, I can't get a boy to like me.. I don't even know why I try!" Mumbling again.
"What sort of person wants a blah tomboy like me..." Growling at nothing.
Marcie nodded again. "Its alright Sir, I know that you are liked." Patty flashed back to reality. "Liked? Me? Who?" Staring over to Marcie who was now red and stuck nodding. "Ah well Sir, I ment." "Who likes me Marcie what do you know!" She grabbed Marcie. "I do... Sir." She whispered. Patty figured she grasped the meaning of it. "Well of course you like me Marcie we're friends aren't we?" sighing. "Don't get my hope up like that!"
Marcie gathered herself. "I ment I like you Sir, I've always liked you." As she gripped around Patty's waist to prevent her from walking any further. Realization coupled with a sudden jolt from Marcie's grab struck Patty like a wall. Her eyes went wide and she just sort of walked towards a bench and out of Marcie's grasp to sit down. Her brain raced to itself as Marcie quietly came to the bench to sit in silence. And Patty looked up at her. She'd never really looked at anyone as critically as she did right then.
Marcie was sort of locked in a state of shock. But the blush on her cheeks made her eyes glint in a pretty way when the light touched her cute round glasses. And her hair hung lightly in her face and was well kept and very sweetly placed. It had grown over the years the dark brown locks that swayed a bit in the wind as it brushed her face. The pretty emerald sweater was fitting her in this chilly weather.
Then it hit Patty in the face, she's a girl... Can I even think this way, but I am thinking that way. Patty managed to look at the distraught Marcie and went on to confirm the situation. "You.. You like me like me Marcie?" she barely whimpered. Marcie only managed to nod. "Like date someone like me, go to a dance someone like me?" Marcie nodded repetitively.
Patty nodded to herself. "Wh-Why?" Marcie looked at Patty. "Your so kind Sir, your confident and strong and.. pretty.." Patty looked up blushing dark. "How can you feel like that Marcie? How can anyone want a Blah girl like me how could this even..." Marcie took a deep breath then she walked away. Patty was lost and confused as she sulked in lost thought. I scared her away... Why did I argue it, she thought. Crying in a way she couldn't understand.
Why does it hurt and I feel... As she breathed the cold air and looked up at the cloudy sky. "Do I love... Marcie?"