AN: Alright! Trying to fit in the song this time was a bit harder this time. I was writing and figured this song related to this chapter a lot.
Saying Sorry – Hawthorne Heights

Real thanks to BladeGuy9 and Evilamericanshoe for their encouragement(:
I'm also wondering where I should take this story. It's either Marceline and Bubblegum just get straight together, or I make it a lot more complicated than that. Any ideas?
Any constructive criticism or any other reviews are welcome!


Finn was still on the dance floor, attracting almost everyone's attention. Laughing with friends, he caught a glimpse of the Princess leaving out the door. A bit confused at first, he shrugged off the feeling, figuring that she was probably off to do some science-related stuff. Finn knew that the whole party scene wasn't much to her favor anyways.

Watching as she left the room, Marceline looked around. Everyone was busy dancing, eating, talking, and it seemed like no one had paid attention when their precious little princess had left. She floated idly for a moment, wondering what she should do. It was either stay with the party, or go after Bonnibelle. Slightly irritated by the sudden decision, she grabbed a cherry from the table and raised it against her fang. The blood red color disappeared into the vampire's fang, and the now grey cherry was tossed to the ground. Without a second thought, Marceline quickly floated through the crowd and out the door that the Princess had exited through.

As she stepped out of the grand hall, she silently closed the door and looked around the castle. Turning her head to the left, she only saw rooms and a staircase that spiraled up and down. Turning her head to the right, Marceline saw the same exact thing.

"Shit." Marceline muttered under her breath. Pausing for a moment, she focused her body to the left and floated on her way. "Let's just hope I still remember this place…" She mumbled to herself. Looking left to right as she went, she glanced from room to room curiously. Although she did so, none of the rooms brought any interest to her. Her black eyes were then fixated on the pink spiraling stairs that led upwards.

She took her time, deciding that she had all the time in the world. Step by step, she felt anxious by the second. What was she supposed to say to the Princess anyways? Marceline kept her cool no matter what, but this time was already starting to freak her out a bit.

Meanwhile, Princess Bubblegum was in her room. She sighed, making sure the door was shut. Her stomach churned, and she felt her emotions mix together. She was pissed off, yet she was confused and worried. Anyone would be pissed off, right? I mean, the girl's unofficial enemy had just grabbed her wrist and yelled her. Then again, what made Princess Bubblegum so confused? Why was she worried anyways?

"What the actual fuck…" PB looked into the mirror, and shook her head. She didn't understand any of the feelings she felt. With a sigh, she picked up her brush and began to brush through her hair. At the same time, she tried to sort out her thoughts and feelings, knowing that she would have to appear back at the party before anyone noticed her sudden disappearance.

In silence, she brushed and brushed her hair. It was apparent though that something was wrong. For one, she had a frown on her face and it looked like she was thinking hard about something.

At that, two small knocks were heard on the door. "Knock. Knock, Princess." Although PB couldn't see whoever was behind the door, she knew that voice anywhere.

On the outside of the door, Marceline waited a minute. No answer, but the door was unlocked. Without further noticed, the vampire opened up the door uninvited and stepped inside. "Knew you'd be in here." She said, with a slight smile. Marceline closed the door behind her, then casually leaned against it. Her legs, covered by her red boots, crossed one over the other, while her bluish gray hands dug into the front pockets of her blue jeans.

Princess Bubblegum had already spun her chair around just in time to see the girl enter.

She stiffened at the sight of the already unwelcome guest. Spinning her chair, so that her back was facing the vampire, she faced the mirror once again. She didn't speak, but it seemed like she didn't need to. Going back to brushing her hair, she could see the full figure of Marceline through the mirror.

"Alright. If you're not gonna talk, then I guess I will." Marceline stood where she was, watching the Princess from where she stood. It was like her eyes were glued to the pink girl, and for the moment, she was unaware that the Princess could see her watching her. "So, are you gonna tell me what you have against me? Or am I just never gonna know?" She questioned. Her voice was soft, but still had that hint of playfulness in it.

Princess Bubblegum continued to brush her perfectly straight, bright pink hair of hers. Looking to the mirror, she saw the reflection of Marceline in the background. There the vampire queen was, complete with that rocker look, the careless attitude, and that messy, long, black hair that was the complete opposite of Princess Bubblegum's. Although it didn't seem as if she was listening to whatever the vampire had just said, PB had heard everything and was only trying to think of what to say.

Finally, Princess Bubblegum set down her brush and tilted her mirror up so she could really see Marceline. Clearing her throat, she thought she had perfectly planned out what she would be saying. That is, until the Princess finally opened up her mouth.

"Why did you leave Ooo?" Princess Bubblegum asked. Her eyes fell from the mirror and to her hands that rested on her lap. Did she really just ask that? And to think, Princess Bubblegum was one of the smartest people ever. One would have thought she'd be able to think of some great thing to say.

Marceline tilted her head to the side, watching the Princess tilt the vanity mirror up. She looked into the mirror, now understanding that the Princess wouldn't even face her. Hearing her question, Marceline hesitated for a moment and all playfulness in her had left. Her black eyes looked to the ground, remembering the little exploration she had taken away from Ooo. "Well, I thought it'd be great to get away for a little while…" She replied, bringing her eyes back up. This time, instead of looking at the Princess's back, she looked to the mirror and knew that PB was looking right back to her.

In the back of her mind, were musical notes that played throughout her head. One by one those musical notes seemed to string together, and in no time, Marceline already had a beat going. She imagined herself playing the bass with it, strumming her guitar, and singing lyrics that seemed to just bring itself together.

"These colors will not change.

You change the way I see them.

These words will fade,

When you explain why you hate them."

"From what?" Princess Bubblegum felt her emotions crumble, and her heart began to race. "From me?" Placing her hand on the vanity, she clutched her brush in her hand. Anger and frustration were just seeping out of her. Looking back into the mirror, she caught those black eyes belonging to Marceline. Biting her lip, Princess Bubblegum did her best to clear her mind and maintain control of the situation. As much as she tried, she felt she was going to lose it at any minute.

Marceline swallowed, but otherwise, continued to lean against the door. Pursing her lips together, she glanced to the other side of the room uncomfortably. It was weird for her to be in such a predicament. Never had she let her emotions get in the way, and she wasn't going to start now.

"Listen, Bonnibelle. If I recall, I really wasn't wanted around here anyways." Marceline responded, her usual attitude flaring up. For once, she actually felt a bit intimidated by someone, and that someone just happened to be the Princess. Just for those few seconds, Marceline knew she didn't like the feeling of intimidation being played onto her.

The piece of music felt like it was on repeat in her head. The deeper she put herself into the situation with Princess Bubblegum, she felt as if the song was just writing itself.

"We are the same."

Princess Bubblegum spun her chair, facing the front door, and more importantly, Marceline. Standing up, she shook her head at the girl before her. "So, you decided to pack your things and leave the next day?" Anger was written all over her face. It was a look that no one had really seen before. Looking dead straight into Marceline's eyes, it was enough to make anyone, including the Vampire Queen, uncomfortable.

"Why are you getting so fucking pissed off at me for?" Marceline frowned; uncrossing her legs and stood up straight. There was no reason for the Princess to be mad at her for, right? No reason at all…None that Marceline could remember. All that Marceline could piece together was that Bubblegum was mad that she decided to leave. Then something clicked inside. "You're the one who fucking told me to leave. It's not my fault that I got fucking pissed off. I come home, and you don't even try to talk to me? Not even, a fucking 'welcome home'? What the fuck don't you understand?" Starting out a normal conversation, Marceline's voice was raising higher and higher. Although it did so, Marceline tried to control herself, not wanting to bring herself to a yell.

"She keeps repeating (She keeps repeating)

All that she needed

She says she's right here (She says she's right here)

She seems so distant."

At that, Marceline took a step towards Princess Bubblegum. Anyone could see how mad Marceline was and how she was just about to erupt like a volcanoe. Princess Bubblegum merely rolled her eyes, but deep down it had hurt to hear those words come out of the vampire's mouth. Now that she really thought about, Princess Bubblegum had been rude from the beginning. She brushed that thought off her shoulder, knowing she would not let anyone raise a voice at her.

"Don't you dare even try to yell at me." That was all Bonnibelle could come up with at such short notice. She was somewhat shocked. She had no idea that this situation would escalate into what it was now. Her voice wasn't nearly as loud as Marceline, but it would have to be if she did want to fight back.

"'Don't you dare even try to yell at me?' Are you fucking serious?" Marceline replied, right after the Princess spoke. Her hands clenched into fists, and she almost felt she would break something. "Do you know all the shit that I've-" That was all Marceline could get out, before she was suddenly cut off.

"You left for two fucking years!" Now, it was Princess Bubblegum's time to talk. She didn't attempt to just speak, she just yelled. "Two fucking years, Marceline." At this, her voice dropped and tears began to form in her eyes. "No letter, no goodbye. What was I supposed to think when I knew you came back? Everything would be fine and dandy? Well, it's not." PB's voice was starting to break down, but that didn't mean the tears would start falling.

Marceline hesitated seeing those tears that slowly began to form.

"Saying goodbye this time, the same old story.

Seeing you cry, makes me feel like saying sorry."

These hidden tears were anything, but sadness. Out of anger and being misunderstood, from missing someone so much and the confusion it brought; those are the tears were all about. The only person who was able to see that was in the room with Princess Bubblgum. Marceline's eyes darted away as the Princess spoke. Licking her lips, a sigh escaped her. "I'm sorry, Bonnibelle."

"Saying sorry we're falling apart

Wish we knew this from the start.

Saying goodbye's the hardest part

Wish we knew this from the start."

To Marceline, the taste of apologizing felt unwelcome in her mouth. But then again, apologizing to Bonnibelle, didn't feel so bad.

"Seeing you cry, makes me feel like saying sorry."