cause id take the beauty of chaos over ugly perfection

"MARCELINE GET UP WE'RE GOING TO A PARTY!" Marshall was screaming his head off at his little sister trying to get her out of bed for the third time today.

Marceline grumbled as she rolled over to check the time. Grabbing her phone and seeing that was after 6 in the evening she sighed. okay fine, if Marshall wants to party then she had better get up before he left without her.

Rolling out of bed and loudly stomping her way into the bathroom she proceded to undress and turn on the shower. Not even waiting for it to get warm she hopped in and began scrubbing herself head to toe with a loufa. She was honestly gross. She hadnt showered in at least five days and she couldnt even remeber the last time she'd washed and brushed her waist length raven black hair. Giving in and deciding it was time to tame the beast she grabbed her brush and the shampoo and began the long process of fixing her hair.

Once clean and refreshed she switched off the water and hurried out of the shower trying to avoid seeing herself in the mirror. It never worked. no matter how hard she tried she couldnt escape her own her reflection. Her piercing green eyes and pitch black hair contracting to wildly against her aleady pale skin. It made her look like a walking corpse. Everywhere she went she stood out. Which in Marcelines opinion, was never a good thing.

Marceline hated being noticed. Its not like it was even the bad kind of attention. She constantly had people hitting on her and being friendly. Even when she let herself not shower and left the house in ratty clothes people still singled her out. It drove her insane. Why couldnt she just sit in the background and watch? Why did people ALWAYS have to look at her like that?

So for that reason when marceline made it back to her bedroom after he shower, she dug through her closet untill she found her favorite pair of torn black skinny jeans, an old band tee shirt, and her red flannel jacket with a hood(in case she got cold). Finding her red converse in the corner of her room and quickly slipping them on she headed to the living room where she saw Marshal sprawled out on their hard red sofa, looking so bored he was almost drooling.

"FINALY!" Marshal shouted when he saw her coming. "Come on we've got to get Simon to take us to the liqor store" he said as he got up and walked out the front door, not bothering to say anything else.