(Marion with Misty - at her car)<br/><br/>Marion watched Misty bend into the car and twitched. The car was beautiful but at the sight of the girl bending over into it images came flooding into her mind unbidden. Like a flock of panicked doves, pictures of the other red haired girl fluttered up, her face speckled with crimson like aggressive freckles, her green eyes staring and open forever. Images of the brunette becoming paler as her life drained away slowly, and the girl with no hair at all, bending over the low concrete wall, exposing the one place they had not yet used…<br/><br/>Marion twitched and shook her head turning it into a natural movement, smiling to cover her brief fugue. “Ahh no. no thanks I’m fine, the cold doesn’t really…it’s not that cold… I mean to me. To me it’s not that cold.” She said stepping on her own words.<br/><br/>“I can’t believe you’re out here with me instead of in there though. I'm sure there are boys who would love to…” Marion caught herself before the letter F made it out. “...meet you. I mean, you’re so pretty.” She silently winced at her awkwardness and marked a point for dumb sentences, nothing for herself.<br/>