I rolled over and blinked sleepily, hearing the sound of knocking on my bedroom door. For a second I was kinda confused that I could only see out of one eye, but then I realised my light green sheet was caught on the top of one of my bunny ears and it was blocking my right eye. Dammit, I'd fallen asleep gaming again. Adventures of Aaron Allfight ( or AAA, if you're in the know) was just the best. And my bunny ear headphones, while not only being awesome in an adorable way, were an indispensable tool in defeating the Lich king and his undead army with my sword-toting hero. Too bad it didn't have a girl avatar.
' Yeah, I'm awake, stop banging on the door.' I yelled weakly when the knocking restarted, in a more impatient beat.
' Fionna, it's like, ten thirty. We going out today or what?' I rolled out of bed and stumbled over to the door, tugging on a fluffy red sweatshirt I found on the floor next to my bed. Cake doesn't care if I walk around the apartment in my underwear (God knows she does) But I care. Besides, my greying frayed bra was a little grungy, and not in the cool way. Oh, to be a low-paid geeky college student.
' Cake I have a lecture at eleven forty-five. If I wanna be on time and look mildly human, I gotta just get dressed then go.' I complained as I opened the door, then shrieked and pulled it almost closed again when I realised Cake's boyfriend was watching our exchange from our kitchen with a mild smirk on his face. He's latino, and he always talks to Cake in Spanish, so I never know what they're saying to each other. His name is Mauricio, But Cake calls him 'Lord' for some reason I probably don't want to know, and he calls her something in Spanish which I will never repeat for the same reason.
Cake rolled her eyes at me impatiently, her fluffy leopard-esque dyed hair falling jauntily over one eye. She's been my best friend ever since her family moved in next to mine back when I lived in Queens, and then when we both got accepted into LIU we managed to find a cheap apartment to rent in Willamsburg above a pizzareia. When we're walking around together, she's the one that people look at. This curvy, sassy-looking woman with chocolate coloured skin and a permanently pouty mouth in a short leather skirt with thick gold bangles. I love her to pieces.
' Ugh, you can call me Cake when Lord's not around but please. I like the nickname he's come up with, If he starts calling me Cake too I will be so pissed.' I sighed at her and rolled my eyes, opening the door again properly as Mauricio lost interest in what we were doing and started poking around in our refrigerator.
' Hey, Cali-kealani is an awesome name, and if you won't let me call you that, at least let me have my Cake. Though don't be all Marie-Antoinette bitchy about it.' Cake flicked her hair and tried to be annoyed, but I saw the tiny little smile curving up the corners of her ridiculously sensual mouth. I've called her Cake ever since she told me her real name back when we were kids. She's so multicultural I won't even try to trace where Cali-kealani comes from, but all I know is her parents met in Hawaii.
' Fine, you little weirdo.' She said, tugging on my bunny ear and making my hair even more messy. ' You know, if it weren't for the bunny headphones, the way you look right now I would ask where you're hiding him.' I blinked at her, still not fully awake enough to comprehend the significance of this comment.
'Wha?' Cake smirked at me, folding her arms and flicking her hair. Always flicking her god-damned perfect hair. Mine is completely uncontrollable. As soon as I think I've got it half-way decent, it's guaranteed to start raining and then it just turns into a frizzy blonde bomb.
' You're wearing nothing but a too-large jumper and undies and you have just-fucked hair. Seriously Fi, when you gonna find yourself a boyfriend?' I blushed and stuck my tongue out at her.
' When I find a guy that likes AAA and frizzy hair and impulsive, overly-curious nutcases then you'll be the first to know.' I huffed at her, before Mauricio said something , grinning at Cake and jerking his head towards me. Cake frowned at him and snapped her fingers then pointed at herself, obviously taking offence to what he had said. Mauricio raised his hands in surrender and laughingly conceeded (by the sounds of it), then Cake rolled her eyes at him and gave him the finger.
' What was that all about?'
'Mauricio basically said he'd do you, then I said bitch, I'm you girlfriend, and he said yeah, that only means I think you're hotter than her, doesn't mean I wouldn't still do her.' I blushed and looked at Mauricio, who was busy chugging milk straight from the carton. I would say gross, but I do that too, which was the only reason it was gross.
' Uh... Thanks, I guess? Whatever, I'm gonna have a shower, screw the lecture. Is Mauricio gonna hang with us today?'
' Nah, he's gotta go be assistant to old Gumball again.' Gumball was the nickname we had for one of the professors at LIU. He was this german guy called Professor Kugel, (which apparently means ball) and he had a serious addiction to bubblegum. Mauricio worked as his assistant sometimes for extra credit, and apparently he has a massive bubblegum stash in one of his filing cabinets, plus he chews during lectures. He isn't actually that old (He has a bubble gum pink-what else- streak in his hair, which is kinda crazy scientist-ish) but he's so eccentric and old fashioned he seems old. Truth be told, I used to think he was kinda hot, but I'm over it. Teacher-student has always been and will always be a big no-no.
'Oh, okay. See ya, Mauricio.' I waved to him after I had picked up a towel and wrapped it around my hips, walking off towards our bathroom. Cake would probably've kicked him out by the time I was done, seeing as I always spent about half an hour in the shower. Mauricio waved back then beckoned Cake over to him, and I quickly withdrew into the bathroom before I had to witness them making out.
Kissing is not a spectator sport, though I can't say I've had much experience. I've only ever been out with one guy, and he burned me pretty bad, so needless to say I'm a little reluctant to get back into the dating scene. Plus there aren't many guys I'm into that I've met. Well, there was one I met about a month ago when I was waiting for a train, but I never got his name and the chances of meeting him again aren't really that high. I always go to that particular subway station whenever I can though. And my heart always rises while I'm going down the stairs then sinks back down when I see he isn't there. Ha, that sounds like a song.
When I had finally managed to wash and dry all my hair ( I have a bet with Cake that I can't grow it to my knees before I'm twenty five. It goes past my butt now, so I reckon I've got a good chance of winning. Bloody hard to take care of though.) I walked out of the bathroom and found Cake picking at a chocolate muffin at the kitchen table. She had a blueberry muffin on the table in front of her along with a coffee that wafted it's deliciously hazelnutty scent into my nose and seduced my senses.
' You got coffee?' I said, picking up the hazelnut coffee and inhaling deeply. God, I love the stuff. It's so perfect.
' Yeah, I walked down with Lord and I figured why not?' She half-smiled at me as I downed about half the cup in one go, zinging with the caffeine and the bittersweet flavour.
' Woah, slow down or bunny's gonna be jumping all over the place.' I looked at her side ways as I stopped chugging the coffee to take a breath, half-groaning half-growling with my deep sense of gratification. It was just what I wanted right then, y'know?
'Hey, if I have hazelnut coffee in my life, why would I need a boyfriend?' I replied before sticking my nose back in it. Cake laughed.
' Um, last time I checked hazelnut coffee wasn't that great in bed.' I rolled my eyes as I swallowed. Trust her to think immediately about one of the lesser qualities in a healthy relationship. I'm mean sure, you need good sex or you'll never last the distance, but I thought perhaps the fact that hazelnut coffee probably doesn't love me back was a more important factor.
' Uhhhhh, more Hazel! More!' I moaned, before chugging the rest of the coffee and slamming the cup down on the counter. Cake dissolved into a fit of giggles while I sighed in satisfaction. Coffee good. Coffee what Fionna needed.
' You are such a loony. And you finished that in like, two minutes. That can't be good for you.'
' I beg to differ. It's very good for me.' I said, trotting over to my bedroom to get dressed. I heard the tinny little Goodwill TV we kept on the kitchen counter crackle into life and knew that Cake had rolled her eyes at me then picked up the remote.
I was standing in my bra and undies and white thigh socks with the scalloped edge before I suddenly realised I still had no clue what we were doing today, so I poked my head out the door.
'Hey, Cake?' Cake had her eyes firmly fixed to the television, now intently munching her muffin as she watched.
' Mmm?'
' What are we gonna do today?' She shrugged, glancing at me and taking a drink from her own coffee as her show went onto ad break.
' Dunno. We could go window-shopping, or down to the botanical gardens. That place is math.' Me and Cake have this weird habit of trying to make things we don't like better by turning them into positive adjectives. So math is the equivalent of cool, algebraic the equivalent of brilliant and we've never discovered anything that deserves to be decribed as calculus.
' So basically we're just gonna mooch around Brooklyn for the day.'
' Yeah. Hey, I'll check the news, see if there's any stuff going on today. Pass the laptop.' I ducked back into my bedroom and disconnected the laptop from my gaming hub. I saved up heaps and bought two surround vision monitors and a ergonomic keypad and everything. Not to mention my bunny headphones. Those are my signature item, I wear them everywhere.
' Here.' I said, leaning out the door and passing it to her. Cake grabbed it and set it on the table, grunting in thanks as she now had the blueberry muffin in her mouth. I guessed that was supposed to be mine, but I didn't really care. I'll get a crepe from the stall down the road once we've left the apartment to go on whatever spectacular adventure is waiting for us today.
Author's note: This is my first AU, inspired by the song 'Somewhere in Brooklyn' by Bruno Mars. Review if you're into it or you have questions about the differences in this world, though I think I've talked about all the major ones. You won't believe how much research I did on Brooklyn before finally deciding where they lived and all that stuff, it was exhausting.
I'm going to alternate chapters, present in Fionna's and past in Marshall's.
Ugh, I need to stop writing new stories. I have other shit I need to finish first, like WTF. Sorry for everyone who's waiting on updates! D:
-WRA