Marla Amoré [Lyle][Lacy][/tlvg/]

>Lyle followed Lacy out of the restaurant
>”Hey! Hey! What is your problem?” Lyle says as bolognese sauce drips down his face.
>”I-I-“ Lacy stammers as she turns.
>”You say you want to help and you do this?” Lyle points to the bowlful of pasta hanging off of him. “This isn’t helping.”
>”I don’t know. I don’t know.” She repeats.
>”You don’t know?” Lyle tilts his head in confusion.
>”I feel weird.” Lacy holds her head in her hands.
>”Are you sick?” Lyle steps closer.
>”No. I don’t think so. But-“ Lacy looks up and then stops.
>”But, what? What?” Lyle presses.
>”I want you to date Marla. I know she likes you. But I feel weird! I-I saw you together and it made me feel weird!” Lacy states.
>”What?”
>”Marla is cute and funny, and soft, girls should be soft. I’m not soft. And, and she kisses good.” Lacy continues.
>”Kisses-?” Lyle is cutoff.
>”I don’t know. In Cheer camp, apparentally, you practice kissing, no one told me that until we started pairing up!” Lacy says quickly.
>”...That’s kind of messed up.” Lyle says, chuckles.
>”Tell me about it... it was fun though.”
>”Did you like it?” Lyle looks to his cousin.
>”Yeah. Marla’s a good kisser.” She nods.
>”Maybe, you like Marla.” Lyle suggests.
>”No.” Lacy shakes her head.
>”Why?” He asks.
>”She likes you. That would be selfish.” Lacy says softly.
>”Lacy, you can be selfish. And Marla can love more than one person at a time.” Lyle strokes her face.
>”Don’t get meat sauce on me.” Lacy says.
>”Too late...” Lyle smiles.