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"I could make you lose the bet for that one," Tatum warned with a smirk, lifting a hand to point her index finger sternly at the older girl. "But I'll let it slide because you're just being like, so gosh-darned cute!" the red-head teased, totally unable to keep herself from laughing right after.
"Kidding. It's kind of nice to know someone appreciate my nerdiness.. it has to be good for something, right? I've come a long way since I deleted my WoW account. It's been like, two months, and not a single relapse so far!" she insisted, smiling a little as she was released from Mackenzie's grasp.
"If you're coming with me, I guess it won't be like.. the worst. You can fill in the blanks when I fail to make any sense," she agreed, sighing heavily. "Will you hold my hand?" she joked, sticking her tongue out.
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Mackenzie was half tempted to pull the girl back into another headlock so she wouldn’t see the mad blush that was on her face. Even though Tatum had been joking, it still made her stomach clench up in a good way. Like how when she made the red head smile those huge goofy grins. She opted instead to shake her head laughing, effectively covering her face with her hair.
“Thank you for letting it slide oh great one,” she joked, smiling at the red head. “I owe you one.”
She couldn’t help but burst out laughing when the girl started going on about her WoW account. It was just too adorable and hilarious, even if she didn’t really get the whole video game thing. Although, she enjoyed watching Tatum play them when she did, there were interesting. “Oh my god, you are such a nerd!” She laughed, poking the girl in the side. “I forgot about that time in your life! Do you remember the time I had to practically rip you from your computer and carry you to the bathroom so you could shower? God Tat, it had been like three days! You smelled like cheese.”
“Of course I’ll hold your hand if you want,” She mumbled, giving the girl a light shove. God why did Tatum have to make those kind of jokes? “I will go with you and if you want me to chime in, just tug at your ear or something okay?”
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"Dude! Gross!" Tatum practically squealed, giving Mackenzie her best example of a shove. She pouted at her for telling that story, taking a quick glance around to make sure no one was listening in. "That was different. I.. I was sick, why would I leave my room with the flu? And that cheese smell was not me. I smelled delicious, like Vick's vaporub and bubblegum flavoured Tylenol," she assured her, still pouting.
"I guess I'm better off without WoW though. I already play enough of everything else without that occupying the other half of my time," she lamented, sighing. "I'm just glad it gives me more time to spend with Frankie. It was really cutting into dancing in our underwear time before," the red head half joked.
"I'll try to remember that. But I might get too nervous and just tear my ear off, I must warn you.. cause, uhm.. this shit is gunna be stressful."
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Mackenzie just laughed and shook her head. “You totally smelled like cheese dude, I hate to break it to you. That’s what happens when you cake Vick’s on your chest and play WoW in bed. Definitely not delicious,” She teased. “There were other times too Tat, seriously, thank god you joined the living.”
She tried not to make a face at the thought of their dancing in their underwear time, it made her slightly angry. She furrowed her brows and looked off in another direction for a second while she calmed down. There had to be someway for her to keep her emotions in check around the red head in the next twenty four hours. “Yeah, I could see how that might get in the way,” She managed to say, letting out a forced laugh. “I mean, I’ve seen you play that shit, and it’s pretty addicting. I don’t know if I’d play them myself but I could definitely sit and watch you play them all day.”
Mackenzie poked the girl in the arm lightly, “You can actually hold my had you know, I don’t mind. Then if you want me to say something, you can just squeeze it. So you won’t like, rip off your ear.”
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"Dude, you're so embarrassing," Tatum sighed, shaking her head back. "Thank god I don't need you as like, a character reference or something. You make me sound like some basement dweller. Which I totally am not anymore," she insisted, frowning. "I go to parties now, I might as well be a popular kid," she joked.
When Mackenzie suggested actually holding hands, Tatum raised an eyebrow at the blonde. "You think they're going to listen to my story if you need to hold my hand the whole time? Maybe I should just man up.. but manning up is scary."
It had to be getting even closer to dinner now. Staring up at the campus buildings, Tatum reached her hand up to chew the side of her thumb nail. "Let's eat and decide from there. I'm so starving."
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Tatum laughed, shaking her head. "Okay, you're probably right.. popular kid might be a bit of a stretch," she admitted. "But the basement dwelling is past tense, right? I'm leaps and bounds from where I used to be. I haven't even gone to the comic shop to pick up anything new in like, a month and a half. Even if some of that I was home, and I went to that comic store.. that's different."
She watched Mackenzie's hand disappear into her jeans pockets, before lifting her head to look more closely at the blonde as she spoke. "I might take you up on your offer. Maybe," Tatum agreed. She laughed as Mackenzie's stomach growled, and she reached out to prod it gently. "What else is new? You put my munchies to shame. I don't know how you look so damn good, must be all that sport playing."
Taking a few more steps toward the school, Tatum stopped long enough to glance over her shoulder at Mackenzie and continue speaking. "All of that anonymous sex probably helps too," she teased.
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"That's what I say about video games! They're like, art. But no one listens to me when I say that either," Tatum sighed, laughing a bit as Mackenzie protested and caught up with her. "I know that feel," she assured her, reaching over to pat the older girl's back.
They were basically at the door to Sonnier now, but Tatum stopped them a few paces away, seeming intent to get one more dig in before she let them get to dinner. "Name six, and I'll admit that I'm wrong. Not even last names, give me six first names. Preferably from the last six months," she insisted, raising an eyebrow at her friend.
"Prove me wrong, dude."
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Mackenzie smirked at the red head, “You assume that there were multiple women in the last six months. Maybe I was only sleeping with a few of them multiple times.” She had to admit it all sounded kind of bad, she did sleep around when she felt like it. Spring break hadn’t exactly been the trip of chastity or anything, or the trip of sobriety either.
“Uh…Well there’s Quinn, Marina,” She began ticking off the names on her fingers. “Jessica, and I don’t mean Hunter, that’s gross. Kim, Rachel and Heather. There, six names of six women.” She stuck out her tongue, but then sucked it back in quickly.
“That just makes me sound like a slut,” She said, pouting. “No fair Tatum.”
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