#clownprincesa

If we kissed:

[ x ] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[ x ] Kiss you back.

[ x ] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[ x ] Be confused.

[ x ] Wonder if you were sick.

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[] Sure.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

[ x ] What?

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[ x ] Sure.

[] YES.

[] Maybe.

Sex?:

[ x ] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[] No.

The blonde approached the house hesitantly. She’d been back in town for a few days now, sleeping on park benches and trying to work up the courage to approach Harley. To explain to her, to come up with an explanation, for disappearing so suddenly. Not that the reasons Marie could come up with even made sense to herself but hadn’t Harley understood her better than she understood herself? Marie wasn’t sure anymore, but she hadn’t been sure of anything in a long time. 

Taking a deep breath, Marie knocked firmly on the door. Part of her hoped Harley wasn’t home. And part of her hoped no one was home and she could slink away unseen but of course the door open.