Neighbors Chapter 2

If you're wondering where I got the band name Scream Queens, its from the official Adventure Time comic Marceline and The Scream Queens.

I woke up to the sound of my cell phone beeping. I groggily peeped my eyes open and moaned. I was never a morning person. After a couple failed attempts to grab my phone, I finally had it in my grasp. I slowly sat up and brushed some hair out of my face. I yawned and stretched, cracking my back. Then, finally, I looked at my phone. It was a text message from my friend, Finn Mertens.

"Hey Bon Bon, you up? How is everything in the new pad?"

I read the message as I stumbled through the apartment and into my kitchen, preparing coffee for the morning.

"Pretty good. Last night though, a stranger came into my apartment and fell asleep on my couch," I typed as the pot brewed.

"Whoa. How did THAT go," Finn asked.

"She just came in by mistake. Her friend had to come in and get her. That's what I get for not locking my door," I typed, silently laughing to myself.

"Lol. Good thing she wasn't some kind of criminal."

I poured my coffee and yawned again. I was thankful I had the day off. Maybe I'll get my hair done today. I took a drink and moved to go sit on the couch. I sighed with remorse, spotting the guitar still leaning against my couch. I would have to return it today, too I suppose.

"Jake, Pepe, and I are going to see a local concert this weekend. Wanna come," Finn messaged me.

"Sure," I replied.

I sat my phone down and finished my coffee at a slow pace. When it was gone I got dressed for the day. I combed my hair, brushed my teeth, applied a little make up, then went back into the living room.

I growled at the guitar again. Maybe I could drop it off in apartment 205 before I do anything else today so it could be done and out of my hair. I'll just knock, hand one of those girls the guitar, then say I have a busy day. Minimal conversation required. I wasn't interested in making friends with careless and irresponsible girls like that. They probably lived the life of a rock star. I would bet they did nothing but play concerts, then go out and get drunk and act like morons in some club.

I grabbed my bag, double checking to make sure my wallet, keys and phone were in it. Then I zipped the guitar up in its black case and picked it up by the handle. I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for my hopefully last conversation with those two.

I walked out of my apartment, locked the door, and made my way to door 205. I knocked four times, then waited. There was no answer after two minutes, so I knocked again. After another two minutes, I almost gave up and decided on letting the guitar stay with me. I guessed I would have to try again when I got back. But then I heard a muffled voice from the other side of the door.

"Hold on," the voice called.

I sighed and waited for this girl, who I presumed was Marceline, fumble with the nob, then finally open the door. But this girl didn't look like the same Marceline I met last night. Her long, black hair was a mess and she wasn't wearing any make up. She had dark circles under her eyes and a saliva stain on her cheek. She squinted her eyes at the sunlight and had a hard time keeping them open.

"Ugh, come in, out of the sunlight, please," the girl mumbled.

I wasn't sure how to respond, but my legs moved on their own. Before I knew it, she had closed the door behind me. I stood awkwardly, admiring the decor of her apartment. She had somehow managed to let the land lord put up pink wall paper in her living room. The carpet was blue and two bright red couches sat on two separate walls. Had she done this herself? It was the exact opposite of how I imagined she would decorate.

I caught the girl staring at me from the corner of my eye. I cleared my throat and she jumped, then blushed. I wondered what that was about, but didn't want to stay here any longer than needed.

"Your friend left her guitar," I said blankly.

"Oh, she did," Marceline said, refusing to look at me directly again.

I held up the guitar and she took it from me. She placed it in a coat closet, then sat on her couch.

"Would you like coffee or anything? I can make some," she asked, still not looking at me.

"Sorry, but I can't," I lied. "I'm really busy today." I made my way to the door.

"Some other time, then," she asked as I was about to leave.

"Sure," I said. I left the apartment and wanted to slap myself. I had accidentally agreed to meet her for coffee. Now I would either have to come up with a believable lie to get out of it, or worse, actually do it. I groaned as I jumped into my pink Volkswagon Beetle. We live right next to each other. She would figure out I was lying eventually and it would probably hurt her feelings. Normally I wouldn't care, but she actually seemed kind of nice.

The first thing I did that day was go to the first hair salon I saw. I got a trim and had my hair dyed. When that was done I spotted a yoga center across the street and decided to walk in a buy a month long membership. I figured I would have to stay in shape some how. After that I walked into a little cafe and grabbed a latte and a bagel. I decided to sit in the cafe and enjoy my small lunch. It wasn't like I had anything better to do. As I slowly drank my beverage, I decided to text Finn again.

"What was the name of the band we're going to see, anyways," I asked him.

"The Scream Queens," Finn replied minutes later.

As I was about to ask him the time and place of our meeting, a man sat in the seat across from me with a smile. I planned to ignore him, but then he smiled and offered his hand. I shook it disdainfully.

"My name is Guy. I haven't seen you in here before, and I come here almost every day."

I looked at him while he talked and smiled accidentally. But I suppose he wasn't bad looking. He had shaggy, brown hair and a handsome face. His eyes were also a lovely shade of green.

"I just moved into town. My name is Bonnibel," I said. I tried to hide it from my voice, but I did happen to think he was awfully cute.

"New in town, huh," Guy said as he scratched the slight beard on his chin. "You should come and see my show this weekend. Maybe after we can meet up and I'll show you around?"

I wasn't sure if I wanted to actually go on what was obviously going to be a date. I also already had plans with my friends, so I'd have to turn him down.

"Sorry, I'm going to go see The Scream Queens with my friends, already. Maybe some other time."

Guy laughed a little. "That's my band, actually. But if you don't wanna ditch your friends, I'll understand."

With a name like that I imagined the band to be all girls.

"I'll talk to them and think about it," I said, feeling a blush creeping into my cheeks.

"If you can come, I'll introduce you to the band, they're all really cool. Our bassist and guitarist are really cool girls. I'm sure you'll get along with them. Our drummer, Bongo, well, I'll let you decide for yourself." He chuckled.

Guy's phone beeped. He looked at it, then jumped up. "Oh, I'm late for rehearsal," he said. "I'll see you later," he called as he left the cafe.

I hid my face in my hands. I would have to seriously consider going on a date with someone as good looking as him. I'm sure Finn, Jake, and Pepe would understand. I hadn't dated anyone at all in over a year. They'd probably tell me to go regardless of whether or not I wanted to. I picked up my phone and messaged Finn. He only required that I hang with them during the show. My plans were set, then.