Thursday, February 2nd
Over the past week or so that she'd been working at Guitar Center, Marceline found herself falling in love with the job. When she finally obtained the night shift after her full week of training, she found everything was much more calm. She didn't work at peak times, but did work until close on most nights.
She felt comfortable, and that was a really weird statement for Marceline to think, but it was true. She loved the people she worked with, as well as the atmosphere of the workplace. She especially enjoyed the company of Phoebe, who was slowly starting to become accustomed to her company.
Now, Phoebe was an odd character, much like Marceline, except more hesitant to conversation; reserved. This must have been what Bonnie felt like when they had first met.
Although when they had first met Phoebe was reserved and hesitant to any conversation with her co-workers. It seemed that after weeks of sarcastic comments, she was finally receptive to at least a small conversation now and then.
This must have been what Bonnie felt.
Ever since Bonnie wriggled her way into the rocker's life, she had become more extroverted and open to others. Maybe, just maybe she had even replaced her apathetic and indifferent outlook to something of an optimistic one.
Dropping the crate on the floor, Marceline started stocking the wall behind the counter. Handling customer questions was usually her job, not stocking. Though, she couldn't say it wasn't a nice change of pace. There was only so many customers one person can handle in a day.
Movement from her peripherals caught her eye. There stood the her red headed social project. Determined to break Phoebe out of her shell, the rocker folded over the counter with her head in her hands waiting for her co-worker to acknowledge her presence in some fashion.
She kept her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail that swayed as she walked from her to there in the empty store.
After a few moments of complete oblivion on Phoebe's part, Marceline finally called, "Hey, Phoebe." The girl glanced over at Marceline curiously. "Your zipper's undone."
The girl allowed a small smile on her lips and rolled her eyes, parting her hair out of her face. "You're not getting me this time."
"No, no." Marceline insisted, waving a free hand at her, hiding a devilish smirk. "Really, your zipper's undone." She tried again, trying to seem more convincing than the last few times she had said this.
The girl sighed, walking toward Marceline and leaning against the counter in kind, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're not cleaver. You need a better joke."
The rocker cracked a smile. "I'm trying to tell you, it isn't a joke. Situational comedy isn't really my strong suit. I'm just a sarcastic asshole." Phoebe shook her head and turned front toward the counter again which led Marceline to frown. "Hey, Phoebe." She called again.
The girl shook her head. "I'm not going to check."
"You know what'd be fun?"
Phoebe raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Hanging out outside of work."
Phoebe blinked, giving either a disgusted or confused look. Marceline wasn't quite sure what it was. "You're kidding, right?"
The one time she tried to open up her friend circle, she'd be rejected like most FOX tv shows. "Am I that horrible?"
"No, that's not what I mean. I'm just surprised." It came out as more of a question.
"Listen, if you don't want to-"
"Wait," Phoebe interjected, waving her hands around. "I would be down for that. You're right. We should hang out."
Her abrupt response startled Marceline. "And you'll actually talk about yourself, right?"
Phoebe shrugged. "I guess it depends on what we decide to talk about."
"We'll talk about you, since you're so secretive."
"Then I'll have to warn you-I'm not all that interesting-oh, hold on." She turned around to greet a customer as soon as they walked up to the counter and nodded as she went back to stocking the guitar strings on their individual shelves.
It took a few minutes before their conversation could continue. "Sometime this weekend then?" Phoebe asked.
"Uh, sure. Does Sunday work for you, or are you a church goer?"
The red head played with her hair. "Weirdly enough, I go on Wednesdays."
"Sunday it is."
They both shared a laugh. "Well I can pick you up and we can do whatever a Phoebe does. And for my sake I hope it's not something sexual."
"What would make you think that?"
Marceline shrugged, picking up the empty box of strings and collapsing it down. "Tight ponytails are usually a sign of a sadomasochist."
"You're such an asshole."
Marceline clicked her tongue on the top of her mouth. "Well I'm pretty sure I mentioned that not even a minute ago."
"Is this something I'll have to get used to?"
Marceline laughed a little too hard at that. "What you see is what you get. Oh, by the way I'm not working tomorrow. So make sure that Gavin knows that the new shipments of Schecters came in."
Phoebe pouted. "Are you leaving?"
"In a few. I came in early today. I'm having dinner with my brother and his boyfriend tonight."
"Oh, well have fun with that."
"I hope it goes well."
"See you Sunday then."
"See ya."
Marceline headed to the back to clock out, ready for the interesting night ahead.
Friday, February 3rd
It was hard not to moan. For every kiss gently placed on her neck, the more passionate Marceline seemed. Bonnie was already sitting on her girlfriend's lap, bodies pressed firmly against each other, eager for more of each other.
Bonnie let herself give a loud sigh as Marceline's kisses trailed back up her neck to finally let their lips meet. But the trail was cut short by a light bite on the nape of her neck. Bonnie yelped and pulled Marceline in by the arms draped around her girlfriend's neck. The rocker chuckled into her ear.
"Admit it, you're totally into biting." The warmth of her breath made her feel as if she couldn't control her body anymore. She felt like collapsing in her lover's embrace.
Bonnie left a slow kiss on her partner's jaw. "I never said I wasn't."
Another rough kiss was planted on the outline of her jaw before their lips met again. Bonnie admitted, she liked when Marceline was rough.
Bonnie allowed Marceline's hands to explore under her shirt. Marceline was still obviously hesitant and unsure about their boundaries, but scratched down her back in an effort to cause Bonnie to have even more chills than she already had. If that were even possible.
"Marceline," Bonnie sighed after a few more minutes of kissing. "I've been thinking..."
The rocker leaned back, brushing the hair out of her face. "Yeah?"
Bonnie leaned forward for a kiss. "We've been making out for a good half hour and I'm starving."
Marceline chuckled. "Is meat lovers, okay?"
"Mhm," Bonnie mumbled, leaning close to Marceline, but far enough to tease her.
The rocker could only manage a smile before quickly dialing the number in her phone. They call Papa Johns more often than they should. It wrung twice before they picked up. And ordering was hard whenever all she could concentrate on was the severely turned on girlfriend there with her.
As soon as the call ended, Marceline tossed her phone aside and continued with their usual nightly activities. A movie was playing in the background, but much like every night this week, it went ignored.
"Maybe we should take this into the bedroom." Bonnie whispered seductively.
Marceline sucked in a deep breath and looked at her girlfriend with a confused look. "The pizza is almost here."
"Not for a little while." Bonnie was practically begging at this point.
"Bon..."
The door bell wrung, stopping the girls mid conversation. They couldn't help but stare at each other for a moment. That couldn't have been their usual pizza delivery boy. They had just ordered a moment ago.
"I'll get it." Marceline jumped up, letting Bonnie fall gently down onto the couch. She readjusted her shirt, seeing as it was backwards. As the door opened she stood face to face with an unforeseeable obstacle. Without a word, she closed the door.
After a moment of watching Marceline stare blankly at the now closed door, Bonnie raised an eyebrow. "Uh?"
As if turning on a switch, Marceline locked the door as the knocking began. She made her way over to Bonnie, acting as if nothing were happening. She found the remote and proceeded to turn up the volume on the TV to drown out the persisting knocking.
A muffled voice called from the other side of the door. "Marceline, open the door." The door knob was not giggling.
Marceline stubbornly turned up the volume even higher, drowning out the noise from the visitor.
"Who the hell is out there?" Was Bonnie's worried question.
She raised an eyebrow, completely ignoring the banging on the door that followed. "No one?"
"Marceline-"
Marceline's frown creased. "It's Ash, okay?"
She felt her heart drain the blood from her face so that it could speed up to an alarming rate. "What do we do?"
Marceline shrugged. "Nothing. He'll go away eventually."
"How are you so nonchalant about this?" Bonnie's heart was racing. He knew where they lived. He could come over at any time and hurt them. He could stalk them. How could she stay so calm? Only psychopaths turned up randomly at the house of their ex from almost two years ago.
She chuckled and glanced down at her smaller girlfriend who clung onto her for dear life. "You're acting as if he's dangerous."
"Marceline," He called, yelling from outside.
"But he is."
Marceline pursed her lip in thought and shook her head. "No, not really. I don't know why you'd think that."
"You made him seem as if he was extremely physically abusive. That's what everyone else has acted like-as if he's this psychopathic-"
The rocker parted a hair out of her face, staring into Bonnie's eyes lovingly, reassuringly. "He's not, okay? He's just being annoying." She yelled the last part knowing full well he could hear her.
The knocking persisted. "I need to talk to you." He yelled.
Marceline's arm tightened around her girlfriend. "Fuck off."
"Please Marceline."
Sudden rage surged through Marceline's body. "I'm getting my gun." She whispered to Bonnie, jumping up from the couch.
"Gun?!"
Bonnie jumped up from the couch and ran to the door, swinging it wide open revealing the white haired punk. He looked surprised to even see the door, let alone the small pinkette in front of him. "Ash, for the love of God, please leave. She has a-"
"Move Bon." Marceline called, loading a clip into her gun.
Ash only rolled his eyes. How is this not effecting him? "Over reacting as always, I see. Can you act like an adult fro once?" He said, as if she wasn't holding a pointing a gun straight at his chest.
Marceline put an arm in front of Bonnie, pulling her back behind her. "You showed up at my house." She spat.
"This isn't the first time she's done this to me." Ash stated, directed toward Bonnie.
"Don't turn this one me. You need to fucking leave before I end up cleaning blood stains off of my porch." She warned.
"Marceline, I still love you very much. Come on, let's go home."
Bonnie saw her girlfriend tense. How the trigger almost pulled it back. It was only by sheer spite that she hadn't yet. "The only person leaving is you. I don't give two shits about what you feel. I don't give two shits about what you want. I don't give two shits about you. If you ever show up at my house again I will hunt you down like a southerner during duck season."
Ash's expression was completely deadpan. With a click of his tongue he decided to take a different approach. "I just came to apologize. Guess all my friends were right. You've always been a crazy manipulative bitch. I came here to give you the chance to show you've changed."
"I should have filed a restraining order on you long ago."
It must have been his last ditch resort. Neither acting sincere or manipulation worked. So instead he took a step forward and without hesitation Marceline shoved the gun into his chest, pulling back the hammer, ready to fire. It didn't stop him from continuing whatever he was going to do. Bonnie knew what would happen next. She was more than angry at herself for freezing up, but knew she had no control over the outcome.
In a flash, surprising both girls, Ash grabbed Marceline's face and pulled her in for a stiff kiss, pressing his lips against her unwilling ones just as she pulled the trigger of the gun. Her action only initiated an empty click.
Ash stepped back, finally acknowledging what he had done with a sly smirk. Then he realized she had pulled the trigger to an empty blank. "I figured as much." He scoffed.
Although she didn't have a bullet in the chamber, it didn't mean she couldn't hurt him. Marceline didn't hesitated to hit him on the side of the head with the butt of the gun. His head flew to the side as it made impact with his skull, forcing him to stumble over.
"Fuck!" He yelled, grasping the side of his head. Looking down at his hand, he saw the smallest bit of blood lingering on his fingertips. "What the fuck, you bitch!"
Tears ran down her face as she shoved him out the doorway. "What the fuck did you think was going to happen? I don't love you, Ash. You fucked up. You can't redeem yourself." She pushed him again, slowly getting him out of the house. "I would have killed you if I had loaded the clip. And God I wish I had." She pointed behind him toward the open outside air. "Leave, before I call the cops, you piece of shit."
They stood there in silence, staring at each other. Neither party moved.
Bonnie wasn't sure of what to say or do, so she clenched her fists and glared at him, hoping he would get the hint to leave. Marceline was shaking.
His voice cracked. "I'm sorry, Mar Mar." Bonnie thought the kiss was his last attempt, but truly, this was. And it no doubly failed just as terribly as all the ones before it.
Her lip quivered, gripping the door handle. "You haven't changed a bit." The door finally closed. The sound of the heater running was the only noise in the house. "I'm going to bed." Marceline announced. "Pizza should be here any moment. Make sure to give him a five out of my wallet." That was all she had to say before she walked into her room, shutting the door behind her.
Normally she would have left her alone, but she wouldn't take the chance. Not with a weapon like that in her possession.
"Marceline, I need you to hand me the gun." There was no answer on the other side of their bedroom door. "Alright, I'm going to come in now." There was still no answer.
The door creeped open, letting Bonnie see a sliver of Marceline sitting against her bed through the crack. When she walked into the room, she noticed that she was still holding the gun in her hand. She obviously had no intent on using it, but held it as if mulling everything over.
"I didn't even know you had a gun."
Marceline shrugged, fiddling with it. "It's Marshal's." She was unable speak above a whisper without her voice cracking.
"Do you have bullets?"
"No."
"Is that the honest truth?"
"No, first drawer in my desk." Bonnie initially moved toward the desk but stopped herself, realizing that wouldn't stop anything. She instead crouched down next to her girlfriend, who stared blankly ahead at the white bedroom wall.
"Marcy, can I have the gun?"
Marceline gave a nod, unloading the clip and placing the fire arm on the floor beside her.
Bonne sat beside her girlfriend, taking the gun away from her and kissing her cheek. "We don't have to talk about it right now if you don't want to. I'll be in the living room if you need me, okay?" Bonnie pressed another kiss on her cheek before leaving her by herself.
But Marceline grabbed onto her sleeve before she could leave.
Wordlessly, Bonne sat down beside her girlfriend. And they sat their in silence for a few moments. Then suddenly like a volcano, Marceline burst into tears and it absolutely broke Bonnie's heart to see her this way.
Review Time!
travesty-girl: Why thank you. I hate when the characters have no depth or background. So I make it a point to make sure my characters matter. Yup.
Princesssensei: Yeah, I started getting the idea of putting Phoebe in when I red a bubbline fanfic where Marceline at one point was dating her. I thought it was a cool concept. I haven't decided about the drama yet. Maybe, maybe not.
Mr Hyde or was it Dr Jekyll: Drama? Pft. I'd never.
