Phoebe bit her lip as she stared down at her phone. The phone was lit up and displayed her latest texts from Finn. They had been texting each other non-stop since Marceline's concert. It was nice to talk to him regularly again. They hadn't done that since their falling out…
She re-read her last text from him for what must have been the hundredth time that day. He wanted her to meet him at his house... Okay, it wasn't that weird that he wanted to hang there. She must have been there a million times. But right now she felt awkward standing on his doorstep.
She locked her phone and shoved it back into her shorts pocket. She swallowed her nervousness and rang the doorbell.
And… Nothing. No answer. Jesus Christ, did he forget she was coming over? It wouldn't be the first time. She knew she was on time, she read his "meet at my house at 1!" text so many times it was ingrained into her brain.
She moved to knock on the door, thinking the doorbell might have broken, when the door swung open. Phoebe's arm dropped to her side as she stared at Finn's older brother.
Jake was slightly taller than her, which wasn't saying much since she was only 5"3'. He was lightly tanned with very messy orange-blonde hair. He had a short beard which he surprisingly kept trimmed and tidy. He was on the chubbier side. He was wearing a worn yellow hoodie with a pair of faded jeans.
He greeted her with a smile, "You know, I though Finn was lying to me when he said you were coming over today."
Phoebe shook her head and returned his smile. She was always fond of Jake; he was a hard person to dislike. "Yet here I am," she responded.
"He should invite you over more often instead of complaining about how much he misses you. He does that a lot, actually. He never seems to shut up about—"
"Jake!" Finn yelled as he ran into view, effectively cutting his older brother off mid-sentence.
Jake snickered quietly and grinned mischievously to himself. He enjoyed playfully embarrassing his baby brother. He used to do it constantly when her and Finn were an item.
"You can go now," Finn grumbled. His face was bright red and he was glaring at his brother.
Phoebe laughed lightly as Jake shot her a wink before walking to the kitchen.
"God, does he have to do that every time he sees you?" Finn groaned. Then he turned to smile at her.
"He seems to think so. Marcy does it too," she giggled at memories of their punk friend always going out of her way to make him flustered. She grinned at him.
"Honestly, it's like the only person I know that doesn't try to embarrass me around you is Bonnie," he said as he motioned her to enter the suburban house.
Her grin fell at the mention of Bonnibel. There goes her good mood. She couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't come off as rude, so she just walked inside without a word.
Finn sensed the change in her mood immediately. It both worried and confused him. She was never fond of Bonnie, but it was never this bad! "What's up, Phoebe? Why'd you get all quiet?" he asked.
She didn't look at him. Instead she made her way through his living room. She knew the way to his bedroom without even having to think about it. "I don't like Bonnibel. She's a bad person and I don't want anything to do with her," she said. She then turned to look at him. She wanted him to know she was serious. "And I definitely don't want to talk about it, or her."
Finn frowned down at her. But he nodded nonetheless. He didn't really know what to say to that. He was confused to say the least. Why would she say Bonnie was a bad person? He wanted answers, but he wasn't about to push Phoebe for them. He knew better than that. He would have to ask Bonnie later. Maybe even Marceline would know something.
Finn screamed while Phoebe laughed.
The screaming boy dropped his head into his hand. He couldn't watch, dear God, he couldn't watch!
"You're gonna die!" he screeched.
"No I'm not," she responded calmly.
"You only have one life left and you're at three hundred percent damage!"
"So? That doesn't mean I'm going to…" she trailed off as her character was catapulted off the screen. She frowned lightly as the screen changed, announcing her CPU opponent, Luigi, as winner. Her Zelda was shown clapping in the corner with a second place ranking next to her name.
"God, you suck so much at Smash. It's hard to watch," Finn groaned. He lifted his head to look at her.
She just rolled her eyes, "Oh, I'm not that bad. At least I knocked him out twice."
"He was set to level zero. You should have been able to win easily," he grinned at her.
She stuck her tongue out at him. He laughed.
"It's so nice to have you here," he sighed, leaning back against his bed. He was sitting cross legged on the floor.
"It's so nice to be here," she said. She was sitting at the edge of his bed. Her chubby legs hung down on either side of him.
"You need to shave, by the way," he mumbled. He ran his hand up her bare calf.
"I don't need to do anything," she groaned. She kicked him lightly in the shoulder with her other leg.
They both started laughing. She tried to playfully kick him again, but he avoided it by leaning into her other leg, which he still had his hand on.
Just then, there was a knock on his bedroom door. They both stopped laughing.
"Come in, dude," Finn called. He assumed it was Jake.
He assumed wrong.
The door opened to reveal Bonnibel. She was dressed in a light pink dress with pink flats. Her long red hair was pulled up into a neat ponytail.
Phoebe's face immediately fell into a glare. What the hell was she doing here?
"Hello Finn," Bonnie greeted. "I'm sorry to interrupt. I just need your help with something." She made a point to stare at Finn, not even willing to spare Phoebe a glance. As if she was somehow beneath her. It really pissed her off.
"What is it Bonnie?" he asked. He was smiling brightly at his redheaded friend. He was seemingly oblivious to the growing tension between the two girls.
"Marceline's birthday is in three weeks and I want to throw her a party. I was wondering if you'd help me plan it," she smiled oh-so-sweetly at him.
"Of course!" he replied energetically. He loved birthday parties! "Can we do it later though? I'm a little busy right now…" he trailed off.
"Yeah," Bonnibel finally looked over at Phoebe, more specifically, where Finn's hand was still resting on her leg. "I can see that."
Phoebe's hands balled into fists. She knew what that bitch was thinking, she just knew it! She was getting more pissed off by the second. She was not about to sit here and put up with this woman's petty bullshit again. Especially not with Finn around.
She brushed Finn's hand off of her leg and slid off the bed. "No, he isn't. I was just leaving."
"What? No!" Finn gasped. He scrambled to his feet. "Don't leave! We were having so much fun!"
"Yes, we were, but then she showed up," Phoebe was glaring at Bonnibel. "And she completely ruined my mood. I don't feel like hanging out anymore."
Bonnie just gave the pissed off girl a pointed smile and shifted so she wasn't blocking the doorway. "Say hello to you brother for me!"
It took all of Phoebe's self-restraint not to hit the passive aggressive woman. Instead, she just settled for storming out of the house.
Finn was beyond confused and more than a little upset. Things were going so well with Phoebe! Why did he always have to end of bad terms with her?!
Bonnibel was still standing in his doorway. Her arms were crossed under her chest, and she seemed pretty satisfied with herself.
"What the heck is going on between you two? I know you guys always had problems, but it was never like this!" he exclaimed.
She sighed lightly. "Oh, it's a long story. I have to be going now, so I'll tell you later. I have to meet Marceline for lunch," she smiled at him. "I'll see you later, okay Finn? Feel free to let Jake in on the party planning!"
She turned and left, leaving Finn alone in his room.
He stood there for a moment before groaning and flopping face first on his bed. God, that was exhausting. He doesn't even know what happened! One second he was hanging out with Phoebe, and the next second he was watching her storm out! And it wasn't even his fault this time!
He needed to figure out what was going on between Phoebe and Bonnie. And he knew just the person to ask.
I don't have a good excuse for why it took me two months to update. I've had this chapter nearly done for about a month, I just haven't been motivated to finish it until today.
Anyway, the next chapter will have some Bubbline in it, and a lot more Marceline in general.
Thanks for reading!
