Do I Wanna Know
Hartsquared. This is 2500+ but I’m super proud of it. Hope you all enjoy. SFW
Have you got colour in your cheeks?
Do you ever get that feel that you can’t shift
The type that sticks around like something in your teeth?
Are there some aces up your sleeve?
Mamrie couldn’t help it. This was the third time she caught herself staring at Hannah tonight. Mamrie just recently noticed how her eyes lit up when she was talking and she got really into a conversation, or how she has a nervous habit of running her fingers through her hair. Mamrie picked up on these things now. She noticed how Hannah would act in almost any situation; she could read her like a book. And now, in the middle of this small party, Hannah’s eyes were glowing as she was in a deep discussion with Tyler, and it was hard not to look at her. Mamrie blamed it on the alcohol. Grace walked over and sat next to her. Mamrie didn’t move her gaze; Hannah’s eyes transfixed her. “She’s adorable when she gets like that, isn’t she” Grace laughed, looking at Hannah too. Mamrie blushed realizing she’d been caught. She tried to play it off, but Grace wasn’t buying it. “Dude, you can’t just stare at her forever” Grace nudged Mamrie’s shoulder. “Yeah, well I kind-of have to” Mamrie stood up and walked to the door. Grace followed her. Mamrie grabbed her coat and Grace opened the door. “You could talk to her, you know” Grace whispered as Mamrie stepped out of the door frame. Mamrie brushed the question aside, grabbing her purse off the hook. “It’s late. I better get home. I have a shoot tomorrow” Mamrie said quickly. Grace shook her head and waved goodbye, then returned to the party. Mamrie walked of the porch, down to the street, the cold air threatening to break through her jacket. She walked briskly in the glow of the street lamps. When she finally reached her house, it was one in the morning. Mamrie threw off her jacket and tossed her purse onto the couch. She made her way into her room, changing into an old t-shirt. She flopped on the bed and stared at the ceiling. “You cannot be in love with Hannah. She is off limits. You are not in love with Hannah” Mamrie repeated, over and over again. She woke up the next morning from a dream where she was kissing Hannah Hart.