A new fact that Moirine Burrell had learned about Mari Llewelyn was that Mari Llewelyn could play the guitar. Another new fact that had come to light was the fact that Mari Llewelyn could sing. She could sing very well. Moirine Burrell knew these facts because Mari Llewelyn had played the guitar and sang to her, in her bedroom. These facts also stuck out in her mind because at the moment Mari had begun to strum the guitar and had opened her mouth, the second the first notes of ‘Wonderwall’ spilled out of her roughly coincided with the moment that Moirine Burrell decided she was in love.
She’d taken that back later. Nobody should fall in love during Wonderwall. But she had kissed her, and that had led to...well, it had led to more kissing. They nearly knocked over the glasses of juice Moirine's mother had poured for them. "Stop," Moirine said and Mari pulled away. Moirine's hands stayed where they were, on Mari's slim shoulders.
"Are you alright?"
"No," Moirine pulled back finally, put her face in her hands. That was strange. This was...strange. She'd thrown herself at a girl who'd tried to frame her for smoking at school, just because she'd played her a song. "No."
No this wasn't right at all. But what was oddest about it? She searched for the reasoning behind her sudden, visceral objection to having Mari's mouth on hers and found it. "Did you play 'Wonderwall'?"
"Yes," Mari said and reached proudly for her guitar.
"No," said Moirine.
"No?"
"I'm not..." she paused, took the time to untangle her tongue in her head. "I'm not falling for a girl who plays me Wonderwall!"
Mari hesitated, hand on her guitar. She lifted it back into her lap and seemed to consider. She strummed a few notes and moved into an intro. "Smashing Pumpkins? Drown?"
"Okay," Moirine conceded. "That's better."
"Am I kissable?" Mari asked, pausing her strumming. "Datable?"
"Datable?"
"You know, going out, messing around, linking up, hooking up, you know, you know?"
"Um." Mari switched back to wonderwall. "Yes," Moirine said. "No. Not when you play wonderwall."
anyway, here's wonderwall
She’d taken that back later. Nobody should fall in love during Wonderwall. But she had kissed her, and that had led to...well, it had led to more kissing. They nearly knocked over the glasses of juice Moirine's mother had poured for them. "Stop," Moirine said and Mari pulled away. Moirine's hands stayed where they were, on Mari's slim shoulders.
"Are you alright?"
"No," Moirine pulled back finally, put her face in her hands. That was strange. This was...strange. She'd thrown herself at a girl who'd tried to frame her for smoking at school, just because she'd played her a song. "No."
No this wasn't right at all. But what was oddest about it? She searched for the reasoning behind her sudden, visceral objection to having Mari's mouth on hers and found it. "Did you play 'Wonderwall'?"
"Yes," Mari said and reached proudly for her guitar.
"No," said Moirine.
"No?"
"I'm not..." she paused, took the time to untangle her tongue in her head. "I'm not falling for a girl who plays me Wonderwall!"
Mari hesitated, hand on her guitar. She lifted it back into her lap and seemed to consider. She strummed a few notes and moved into an intro. "Smashing Pumpkins? Drown?"
"Okay," Moirine conceded. "That's better."
"Am I kissable?" Mari asked, pausing her strumming. "Datable?"
"Datable?"
"You know, going out, messing around, linking up, hooking up, you know, you know?"
"Um." Mari switched back to wonderwall. "Yes," Moirine said. "No. Not when you play wonderwall."
"Give in."
"No!"
"Fine," she switched again.
"Datable," Moirine conceded.
"Datable," Mari said and smiled at her guitar.