Re: Log, Marvel: Flash T & MJ W
She was glad he liked it too. She'd worried a little bit. It wasn't typical-typical for girls like her or maybe bros. She couldn't attest to that. But, he liked it and that was good, and it showed in her face when she smiled at the cool glass in front of her.
"You're probably right," MJ replied about their parents. "But I don't feel bad about it. I think—and I know this sounds totally cheesy—but I think awe is, like, an important thing to hold onto. Maybe we're messed up, but we can still come into a place like this and find it cool, you know?"
She grinned at the tap of his fist and the curse that left Flash's mouth like it was a thoughtless breath, even if a little kid looked over with wide eyes. But, before she could say something about keeping it clean, with accompanying lascivious wink, he ws talking about the door and his legs, and she was trying to imagine it. She sputtered a little bit, a laugh she didn't know if it was okay to let out at the end, when he said she got cranky, and she covered her face with her hand, painted nails shining in the low light.
"God. I'm sorry. That was rude of me to follow you there and harass you for being gay. I mean, I'm cool with it, Flash. If you are. It's 2015." And she was kidding—she didn't think he was gay. Lol. It was spelled out in her smile and she pushed fingers into his hair to shove at his head lightly. She forgot about the little boy. MJ's expression softened a tiny bit into something like earnestness, because she hadn't talked with him about it. "So that's how you stood up to your boggart? I mean, is that what it was?"