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See if you can figure out which episode I based their room numbers on. (Hint: think season number _, episode number _)
Chapter 1- The Roommate
Marceline's POV
Wow. I'm finally moving out. I'm finally free to do as I please. I can make my own choices, do whatever I want. Today, I escape his grasp. Today, I start a new stage of my life.
I inserted the key to my new living space into the lock. I swung the door open and slung the red and black backpack carrying my most important possessions off of my shoulder. Pushing the cart piled with my boxes of stuff, I studied the dorm room. Each side was symmetrical with a bed, multiple shelves scattered in various places, multiple hooks for jackets, a bedside table with an alarm clock, a desk, and a wardrobe. A small white microwave sat in the corner of the room, while a TV sat against the back wall.
I decided to give my roommate the side with the most windows and proceeded to place my bag on the opposite bed. I unloaded the boxes and piled them into the corner for the time being. Unzipping my backpack, I pulled out each object one-by-one; my laptop, headphones, Walkman (yes, I still have one) tablet, etc, until I reached my most prized possession, Hambo, my stuffed animal. He had always been with me through all the tough times, unlike my dad. Especially when Mom died. When his only daughter needed him most, he shut her out and left her and her twin brother to mope and cry by themselves. In those dark times, I counted on Hambo. And music. Music was my salvation. Music set my soul free.
I set Hambo on my pillow and set my electronics on my desk along with basic school supplies such as a pencil case full of mechanical pencils, pens, etc. I sighed and began unfolding the tops of my boxes and began unpacking my clothes and filling up my wardrobe. Most of my clothes are just multiples of five or six different shirts I have. I moved on to my books, mostly music or poetry related. I organized them by subject and stood them up on my shelves. Records, CDs, and even cassette tapes filled my bottom shelf and I placed my Walkman beside them. I placed my Championship boxing trophy on the shelf above my head along with my music trophy, a basketball trophy, and a couple track medals; all from high school. I taped up a couple rock band posters and various drawings I had done. I hung my boxing gloves on one of the coat hooks and my roll of wraps beneath it. To top off my unpacking, I set a framed picture of Marshall, Mom, Dad, and I on the bedside table.
Once all of my possessions were neatly (to an extent) put away, I folded up the boxes and stuck them in a "Cardboard Only" trash bin in the hall. My roommate still hasn't shown up yet, but I did check in way early to make sure I'd have plenty of time to unpack. I sat on the bed and unbuckled each silver clasp to another one of my prized possessions; my electric bass. It's not your average bass; shaped like an axe, completely drenched in a dark Crimson color, except for the edges of the wide dull blade, which are shiny silver. Mom had it custom built for me. She got Marshall Lee, my twin, one too, just like it, but with one wide blade instead of two. The other half was a spear-like point, just spend so much time with our basses that we memorized each and every chip and edge of our own. I remember unwrapping it on our 12th birthday, and both of us at a loss of words. That was only a couple months before she was diagnosed; almost a year before her death. Marshall and I treasure our basses because they were one of our last birthday gifts from her. I pulled it out and began tuning it. I plucked each string and received the satisfying hum of each note. I leaned against the wall and began making up a song.
While I lay alone
In my private zone
There's one thing I can't forget
It's all of my guilt and regret
I should've told you
I tried to show you
That I could do everything that he can do
But in the end I wasn't good enough
I just proved to you I ain't got the stuff...
"That's a beautiful song," a voice complimented from the door.
My eyes shot open. "Oh, uh, well, um, thanks," Damn. What did I sing? I don't even remember what I sang.
In the doorway stood a lean, blonde girl with pink highlights. She wore a pair of glasses and LOTS of pink. I noticed she was chewing gum, but as secretly as possible. "I'm Bonnibel Gummerson. And, I guess I'm also your roommate." She stuck out her hand.
I set my bass aside and stood up to greet her. "Hey, roomie. I'm Marceline Abadeer."
Bonnibel's POV
I was a nervous wreck. I was stressed about my impression on my roommate. Would she be super Eco-friendly, a super buff, macho girl who can crush anyone who stands in her way, or what? I opened a new pack of gum and stuck a new stick in my mouth. As I approached room #363, I heard a string instrument being tuned. A guitar? No, an electric bass. I nervously pushed on the handle to reveal my roommate. Sitting on the bed was a pale skinned girl, about a couple inches taller than me, wearing jeans and a gray tank top. She had long black hair and had an axe in her hands, except the axe made music. So she has an axe-shaped bass. Interesting. I wonder how the shape affects the pitch and sound quality.
Her eyes were closed and she softly strummed her bass. She started singing and I couldn't help but stare and listen.
"... I should've told you
I tried to show you
That I could do everything that he can do
But in the end I wasn't good enough
I just proved to you I ain't got the stuff..."
Her voice enthralled me and I had to pipe up.
"That's a beautiful song," I called.
Her eyes shot open. "Oh, uh, well, um, thanks," Oops. I made her feel awkward. Great, now she's going to hate me.
I got closer to her bed. I stuck out my hand and introduced myself. "I'm Bonnibel Gummerson. And, I guess I'm also your roommate." What the hell, brain!? You couldn't think of anything better?
She set her bass aside and stood up "Hey, roomie. I'm Marceline Abadeer." We shook hands and I set my stuff on the other bed.
"I uh, gave you the window side cause I figured most people like the view and uh, yeah. Is it ok, or do you want to move?" she said, rubbing her neck. I exhaled a bit. Whew. She's nervous too.
"Oh, no. I love the view, so thank you."
As I unpacked my possessions, we bantered about where we grew up, friends, etc.
"I'm a chemistry major and a physics minor. Science is my life. I won every single science fair back home since I was in 1st grade. What about you?" I started, trying not to brag.
"I'm a music major and creative writing minor. Music is the one thing that kept me sane since I was twelve," Marceline answered, lightly plucking her bass.
"Creative writing?" I said, curiously.
"Yeah, it's a weird minor for a music major. It's basically a bunch of literary classes, but it helps with creating songs, and I love writing books, poetry, and well, lyrics. That's why I can come up with lyrics on the spot like you just witnessed..."
I was flabbergasted. "You came up with that on the spot?!"
"Yep. Years of sitting alone with my bass pays off."
I sat down on my bed, facing her. "So, do you play any sports?" she asked.
"No... Well, I took Tae Kwon Do for 4 years in 3rd-7th grade, but quit when I got my black belt and decided to dedicate my time to research more on science," I looked down, blushing. I must sound like a total nerd to her.
I looked up. "How about you? I see you've got some trophies up there," I asked, nodding towards the shelf above her bed.
"Well, sports and music are kinda my thing. I started boxing when I was 5, basketball in 3rd grade, and track in 7th. I did all three on the high school team. My dad kinda wanted me to be very active. My body longs for sports, but my soul longs for music. My dad hates my musical talent. He thinks it's a waste to sit inside and practice plucking strings. But I don't have to deal with him anymore, so I get to do both. Do you play an instrument?" In the middle, when she was talking about her dad, I could tell she got a bit emotional. She hid it very well, but there was this tone in her voice that suggested it.
"I, uh, played piano for a bit, but stopped after three years. When I dedicated my time to science."
"Huh. So I guess we are the two types of people coming out of high school then; the sporty and the smart."
"Yeah, I guess so..."
Marceline's POV
When we were both finished settling in, we head downstairs to the quad where the Activities Fair was being held. We walked by multiple booths for foreign-language-speaking students, until we hit the clubs section. Colorful banners flew above booths advertising fan clubs, book clubs, acapella clubs, etc.
We spotted a "Movie Club" booth and both signed up. Bonnibel found the "Science Lovers' Club" and we decided to meet up later. I kept on my way until I spotted a banner for the rock band.
I walked up to the booth. "Hey, there. Do you play a rock band instrument?" a guy with a strange haircut which had his white hair pass right down the middle of his face asked, holding out a flyer.
"Uh, yeah. I play bass. Are there like auditions and stuff?" I said, looking down at the flyer.
"Yeah, next Saturday. We need a couple bassists, so you're in luck," He winked at me.
I turned to leave. "My name's Ash, by the way. If you have any questions, feel free to call me," he pointed to the bottom of the flyer, which had his contact info.
"Thanks, Ash." I started walking towards the boxing club booth.
"See you on Saturday, babe," he called.
Bonnibel's POV
After signing up for a couple clubs and volunteered to help Korean students learn English, I sat down on a bench at the spot Marceline and I agreed to meet at.
Only a couple minutes later did she arrive.
"So, Marceline, what clubs did you sign up for?" I asked as we started heading back to our room.
"Hmm, let's see. I signed up for the Boxing club, but picked up flyers for basketball tryouts, track tryouts, and rock band auditions. I also signed up to volunteer at the radio station on Tuesdays. What about you?"
"I signed up for the Astronomy club, Chemistry club, and Candy-Science club. I also volunteered to help Korean students learn English. It's one of the few foreign languages I can speak, the others being Spanish, German, and French. And I would've signed up to help with all of them except they needed more Korean speaking volunteers."
"Whoa. I can only speak English and a bit of Japanese. That's amazing!" she awed. She swung open the door.
I sat on my bed. "Well, my dad travelled quite a bit and brought me back books in the native language, so I naturally learned how to speak and read them." I shrugged, she shrugged.
At this point we just did whatever; Marceline softly plucking her bass and me reading. After a long silence, Marceline asked, "Hey, Bonnibel?"
I looked up from my book. "Yeah, Marceline?"
"Can I call you Bonnie?"
"Sure. Can I call you Marcy?"
"Definitely. My old neighbor, Simon, used to call me that,"
"Used to?" I asked, curiously.
"Yeah. He lives in the state asylum now. He went crazy, thinking he was a king with magic ice powers. He forgot who he was and everyone else he cared about... Including me..." A hint of sadness lurked in her tone.
"I'm sorry," Was all I could say.
Silence once more.
I couldn't help but stare at Marcy. I noticed her little fangs and her love of red. Her straight black hair seems to float while she walks. Her arms and legs are full of scars, some even on her face, and she has bruises on her elbows, knees, and shins. She has a strange birthmark on her neck, like two little bite marks.
Marcy's POV
I have to admit, I did stare at her for a little bit... Ok, maybe for a while, but I took in all of her features; the way her hair seems so perfectly shaped, and the little bruises and abrasions on her hands and arms (probably from science experiments). I noticed she had strong enough muscles to protect herself, but not to the point where you know she works out. She's a bit thin, so she must be pretty light. Every once and awhile, she'd peek up from her book and stare at me too, but I would pretend to polish my bass.
After what seemed like hours of just us in our own little bubbles, I finally started up a conversation. The silence was driving me nuts.
"Bonnie, do you have any siblings?"
She set her book aside. "Yes. I have a twin brother named Benjamin, and I'm two minutes older. He actually goes here, too. He's in room #361,"
My eyes opened wide. "No. Way. My twin brother, Marshall Lee is in room #361!"
We both got up. We rushed two doors down. Knock. Knock.
The door opened. "Marceline? What're you doin here?"
"Marshall! What's your roommate's name?!"
"Uh, Benjamin Gummerson. Why?" He gestured to a blonde boy in the corner, reading a book.
"Because his twin sister, Bonnibel, is my roommate!" I pointed to Bonnie.
"Hey, Benny!" she waved to her twin.
"H-hi, Bonnie," he shyly replied.
"So...Uh, cool. Ok, Marce. See you later, I guess. Enjoy the freedom."
"Bye, Marshall. Same to you." I gave him a hug.
He closed the door and we both looked at each other. "We are gonna be such great friends!" Bonnie said, with a huge grin on her face.
"You bet!"
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