AN: Well, hello there! I know, I haven't update in a month. I wrote this two days after I wrote the last chapter. Why didn't I ever upload it? I didn't know what to do with it. I hate this chapter. I had no idea where to bring the story. I had and still have everything planned out for this story, but I just got the worst case of writers' block. I see all you people who favorited this and put it on your alerts and everything! It made me sad to see how you guys like this story, but I never updated): So, I thought I should just post this for the hell of it. Don't hate me for how ugly it is. I'll be bringing back this story and I think most of you guys will like where I'm taking it(: Warning though, I have to work on my Term Paper, to write essays every week, and to do all my homework. I'll try to write as often as I possibly can, but don't be sad if I don't update soon! Message me if you have any ideas or suggestions or you want me to explain anything or blah. ALRIGHT THEN. Here's the bullshit I wrote: (Oh, and there's no song for this one): I was planning on using Faster – Matt Nathanson. Give it a listen?)
The first to wake up was Marceline. She blinked her eyes a few times, and looked to the girl that lay beside her. A smile appeared on her face at the sight of the Princess sleeping quietly beside her. Marceline withdrew her arm around Bubblegum's waist, and slowly slid herself off the bed. Standing up, she stretched her arms out over her head and looked around the room. "Where's my pants?" The vampire queen muttered under her breath. The room looked exactly how it was just a few hours ago. It was dark and the only light that came through were that of the strands that found their way through the room. With a constant state of darkness like that, it was hard to figure out what time it was. Squinting her eyes, Marceline finally found her pair of dark blue jeans she had on the night before. She put them on, trying to make the least amount of noise possible. Pulling them up, Marceline didn't bother to fasten the button and zip up her pants. Next, she began to search for her shirt. For a few minutes, she crawled on her hands and knees in search of her wife beater. No luck. Opening the door to her closet, she rummaged through her countless array of clothes until she found a clean white beater. With a relieved sigh, Marceline pulled it over her head and checked on the Princess. Bubblegum lay on her side, hugging a pillow as a replacement for Marceline. The vampire had on a small smile, and kissed the top of her Princess's head. Bubblegum shifted in her spot, but otherwise, didn't awake from her slumber. Without a word, Marceline floated out of the room and left the door open, just a crack.
Alone and dressed sloppily, Marceline made her way to the kitchen. On the table rested the same beer bottle from last night, and the vampire picked it up with an air of fondness. With a click of her tongue, she placed the empty bottle in the sink and opened the fridge. In a matter of seconds, she stood back with another bottle of beer in hand. Marceline turned her head from side to side, creating a cracking noise as she did so.
In the bedroom was a sleeping Princess Bubblegum who was clutching a pillow against her. Lying there, anyone could feel the attracting vibe she gave off. Covering her body was the large blanket, and all one could really see was her face. She looked angelic, her pink skin matching well with her pink hair. She looked exactly how a Princess should look, but last night was what separated her from other Princess. Over the course of the weeks, she had distanced herself from the others. It was rare for her to actually carry on a friendly conversation with anyone, other than Marceline. Many took note of it, but it only annoyed a few of her friends. Mainly Lady Rainicorn, Finn, and Jake. Although they thought about their friend, Princess Bubblegum did little thinking about them. She was completely infatuated with Marceline.
She began to stir in her sleep, and it took only a few seconds until the Princess began to awake. Opening her mouth to yawn, she turned to her side expecting to see the vampire beside her. That was not the case. She frowned, realizing she had been holding a pillow the entire time. The Princess tore off the sheets of herself, and tiptoed out of the bed. She looked to the floor in hopes of finding her clothes. "Damn it." Bubblegum muttered under her breath, as she continued to search the ground. She stood up straight, looking around. It was too dark in the room to see anything, and she refused to step out of the room in such a half-naked manner. An open door full of clothes caught her eye, and the Princess walked around the bed to the closet. She searched through the collection of apparel with her delicate hands, touching every single article with the tip of her fingers. "Aha." The Princess she pulled an oversized black and blue plaid shirt from it's hanger. Slipping her arms through the long sleeves, she stood in front of a thin full body mirror. Bubblegum examined herself in the mirror, noting how different she looked than she usually was. Standing straight was the Princess. Her usually straight hair was currently a mess, strands of hair curved inwards and out. Curled strands were here and there. The only explanation she could think of for her extremely messy hair was what had occurred last night. The thought made her blush, and she glanced away. Turning her attention back to her reflection, the Princess bit her lip. Swiping away the hair that had fallen over her shoulders, she noticed several red marks that lined from her neck to her collarbone. The sight stuck out like a sore thumb against her light skin. Ignoring the though, Princess Bubblegum strolled out of the room, slipping into the hallway and to the living room.
The plaid shirt was long, obviously too loose for her skinny figure. It barely covered her ass, but the Princess didn't seem to mind at all. The black and blue colors of the shirt contrasted with that of her pink skin and her red lingerie. Back at the Castle, one of her many dressers would have forced her to change, deeming the outfit too un-Princess like and Bubblegum would have agreed. This time, however, she could've cared less.
Rubbing the back of her neck, Marceline stood in front of the open fridge. Beer bottle in one hand, her other hand held onto refrigerator door while her eyes continued to survey the contents inside. She did so in silence, not even hearing the light tapping on the ground that Bubblegum made as she walked.
Tiptoeing through the rooms, the Princess grinned as she approached the vampire. Her arms easily found their way around Marceline's waist. "Good morning." The Princess cheerfully said, hugging the vampire from behind.
Marceline felt the sudden warmth take over her body as she was hugged. She turned in the girl's arms, facing her face to face. "I think you mean afternoon." said Marceline with a playful glint in her eyes. Putting her arms around the pink girl's neck, she hugged her back.
"Afternoon?" Bubblegum was stunned. How late had they been up? She stepped away from the vampire, letting their eyes meet. "What time is it?"
Merely shrugging her shoulders, the vampire released the Princess. Not even bothering to shut the refrigerator door, she walked over to the table. She sat down on the tabletop, pressing the bottle against her lips to take a drink. "1-ish?"