#same queen

hi dani babeee ugh you know exactly what i want to write

it’s not the longest but i hope this is okay🩷

crickets chirped, fireflies blinked, and little kids giggled at the front by the screen, but the background noise of the tulsa summer was consigned to oblivion as the three girls lounged in cherry’s little red stingray.

the trunk was popped open, but only to tempt in a nonexistent summer breeze. marcia was the main reason it was open at all, she was laid out on her stomach in the trunk, her cardigan balled up under her arms as a pillow. there was a soft and sure reverence in her eyes, the kind that only bloomed in a teenage girl with nothing in her but grape juice and joy.

“i think we lost her,” cherry giggled softly, her brown eyes watching her girlfriend closely. “i guess audrey hepburn was too much for her this time.”

marcia shoved cherry’s leg playfully with a quiet laugh, not saying anything to the contrary.

cherry was sitting in the trunk of the car with her spine straight against the backs of her car seats, head leaned back as bev, kneeling in the backseat, weaved cherry’s perfect red hair into neat little french braids.

“what did you expect?” bev smiled sweetly, twisting a piece of hair, intentionally leaving out a piece by cherry’s ear. “she always gets all wistful whenever we let her watch breakfast at tiffany’s.”

“sue me for having a girl crush,” marcia rolled onto her back to look at them, still glancing over her shoulder every few seconds so she wouldn’t miss anything.

“this might be a bit presumptuous of me,” cherry started, bev kissing her left temple to indicate that she had finished the braid on that side. “but i was under the impression you already had a girl crush.”

“two of them,” bev grinned, her fingers running through any leftover knots in the right side of cherry’s hair.

marcia waved her hand nonchalantly, “you two don’t count, it’s no fun if she likes you back.”

cherry’s eyebrows shot up, “that could be arranged.”

“yeah, sweetheart, looks like we’re down to a couple of queers instead of a throuple,” bev shook her head solemnly. “what will the tulsa times make of this atrocity?”

“you two are the worst,” marcia giggled.

they were only giving her shit, which was apparently a specialty of both of theirs when they set their collective brains to it. she was well acclimated to their antics, knowing that this was just their way of warming up to smothering her in affection all night, she simply had to play the game for a little longer.

bev stuck her tongue out playfully, “you gotta say you love us.

cherry leaned back and let bev press a gentle kiss to her lips. she sat back up, smirking, a bit of bev’s plush pink lipstick in the center of cherry’s perfect red. it set off flames in marcia that she didn’t even know existed.

not jealousy, of course not. she loved them both too much for things as simple as jealousy.

marcia bit the inside of her cheek, “i do.”

cherry smirked at her, “you gotta say it, babydoll.”

“i love you,” marcia insisted, her eyes darting between the pair of them. “both of you. so much i’ll miss my favorite part of breakfast at tiffany’s.”

cherry’s face broke into a full smile, she glanced over her shoulder at bev and then she held a hand out to help bev over the back of the seat. marcia grabbed a blanket and nestled herself between them, content and warm and way too exposed, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care.

everyone in tulsa called them the best of friends.