Long time no see! I'm dealing with some lame personal shit :/ I will do my best to update this story though. It's coming to a conclusion, only a few more chapters left!

Marcy and I get dressed and head down stairs. "So, what do ya want to eat?" Marceline asks looking in her fridge.

"I don't care, to be honest."

"Lets just go to the market and pick up some things then." She grabs her keys off the counter and we go outside. "Hold up." She pulls out a pack of menthols. "You can wait on the motorbike if ya want." She takes a drag of her cigarette and blows it into the air. She opens her mailbox and pulls out two envelopes. One she throws in the trash and the other she opens. Another drag. Marcy pulls 7 one hundred-dollar bills out of it. Another drag. She puts the money in her wallet and I walk over to her.

"Who was that from?" I ask.

"My pops. He usually pays my bills, thinks it will make up for the lost time." Another drag.

I walk up and wrap my arms around her waist. "I love you Marce."

"That was random." She takes one last drag before she throws it on the ground.

"I dunno. I feel like I don't say it enough."

"I love you too." She kisses me on my forehead.

"Am I interrupting something here?" A deep voice says. I look over to see who it is, but I don't recognize him. He's in a black suit with a red tie. He has slicked backed black hair and bright green eyes.

"What do you want dad? You weren't supposed to come till tomorrow." Marcy let's go of me. So this is her dad? They do look quite alike.

"C'mon Marcie kins, give your pops a hug." He walks up to Marceline ands wraps his arms around her, she replies with one arms.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Abadeer." I hold out my hand.

"Enough with the formalities, call me Hunson." He wraps me up in a hug. "Let's go inside, yeah?" Marcy opens the door and Hunson goes directly to the unused recliner in the corner of the room while Marcy and I sit on the ever-so-hard couch. "So, are you going to introduce your friend to me Marcy?"

She sighs. "This is my girlfriend Bonnibel Banner Bubblegum."

"Can I ask where she's from?"

"The states." Marcy replies.

"Well obviously. I meant, what state?"

"Uhm, I actually don't know. Bonnibel?"

"Ohio." I chime in. "Columbus to be exact."

"Well, I'm glad she got rid of that tosser Ash. So, hows your guys' love life." He wiggles his brow in a quite disturbing way.

"O-our what?" I'm going red.

"Don't play dumb. How do you like her 'lady package'?"

I go bright red at this. "I think it's time for dinner!" Marceline states standing up.

"Well, what did you guys have planned?" Hunson asks.

"Nothing we were just about to go to the store."

"Ahh, that before or after you smoked?"

"What?"

"You heard me. I asked you to quit that a few years back, but here you are."

"Excuse me, you don't run my life."

"What about your grades? Should I be expecting you to fail a fourth time?"

"No, for your information I have B's and C's. Bonnie's been tutoring me."

"Well of course she had to tutor you, you can't do anything on your own. Let alone something that uses brain power."

"I'm not as stupid as you think."

"On the contrary. I'm actually surprised you still have a brain left after all the drugs you've put in your body."

"I'm clean." Marceline says through clenched teeth, I can tell she's about to cry.

"I highly doubt that. I can bet you're using dear Bonnibel, just like you used Ash. With him it was for drugs, what is it with Ms. Bubblegum? Sex?" Hunson stands up and walks to the door with his poker face intact, waiting on a reply before he leaves. Marceline says nothing. "Well, any who, I have business to attend to, I do wish you a happy birthday Marceline. And a good day to you too Mrs. Bonnibel." He lays and envelope on the coffee table and proceeds out the door.

I look over at Marceline and see she's holding back tears. She walks over and picks up the envelope and pulls out whats inside. She puts the papers back in the envelope and tosses it down before heading to her room. I walk over to the envelope and pull out the contents, three pamphlets. One for help with nicotine addiction, one with help for sex addiction and the last one for help with drug addiction. I throw them in the trash and grab a container of strawberries out of the fridge. I take a straw and put it through each one of the strawberries then walk up the stairs and to Marceline's room.

She's laying face down on her bed as I walk over to her. "I have strawberries." I say before sitting next to her. She doesn't reply. "I know you want one~" I hear her let out a laugh as she rolls over. "Say ahhhh." Marcy opens her mouth and I plop the strawberry in her mouth. She's never going to admit to crying but I can see the mascara stains on her pillow.

"How'd you do that?" She asks.

"Do what?"

"With the strawberries. You, like, took the inside thing out along with the leaves."

I giggle. "You've never done that before, with like a straw?" She shakes her head no. "I'll have to teach you sometime." I say before putting a strawberry in my mouth.

"I'm not using you Bonnibel."

"Hmm?"

She sits up. "I don't give a damn what my dad says, I'm not using you."

"I believe you Marceline." I say. "Do you wanna talk about it?" I put the strawberries on her bed stand and move closer to her.

She pauses for a moment and draws in a deep breath. She looks down at her hands and starts. "It started when I was 15 with party drugs, like Mdma. That... that was just on occasion. At one party I went to, I met Ash. He..." She pauses. "He started out as a really nice guy. I knew he dealt drugs for pocket change but... that never really bothered me. It was one day I saw him swallow these... these blue pills. And I asked him about em. He said they were just to calm him nerves and that I should give em a try. Being the stupid girl I was I listened to him and took 4. Later did I find out they were called Valium... highly addictive. Apparently he had been on them awhile and... I didn't know how to respond. I eventually found my self craving them. Everytime he had some I... I would take the ones he gave me and..." Her voice cracks. "Steal the ones he didn't. Ash eventually found out I was stealing them and... beat me for it. He wouldn't have stopped but Marshall Lee came to my rescue. Marshall tried to convince me to break up with Ash... but I couldn't live without the free highs, so I stayed in the abusive relationship. Though he did stop the physical abuse he..." Her eyes are glossy. "He started the mental abuse which was far worse. I felt like nothing, I was nothing. It got worse, I was getting on more and more drugs, mostly pills. I failed 9th grade once and 10th two times. It wasn't until Marshall left that I realized I needed to change. So, I figured the first step was dumping Ash which wasn't so hard. It took me about a year to finally get clean, well unless you could the spliff or two I still smoke. I started passing, well, with C's and D's and life got better." She finally looks up at me.

I bring her in to a tight hug. I pull away and put my forehead to hers. "I'm always here for you Marceline. Always."

As you guys see, I wanted to incorporate Marceline's back story into this since you never know what she is thinking. It just goes to show everyone is fighting a battle, whether they show it or not.