Neighbors Chapter 6
(This is a long chapter, sorry. Writers block and an ear infection were killing me. Thanks for all the faves, follows, and reviews! If there's anything you wanna talk to me about involving this fic or my other, my tumblr is lillix-92. Or just follow me cuz I'm a nerd and I like talking to people.)
"Are you joking," Pepe asked me in seriousness.
"No," I shamefully admitted. I pursed my lips and looked down into my lap as my best friend tried his best not to burst out in laughter. People stared as he covered his mouth and snickered loudly.
"I'm sorry," Pepe apologized after having to take numerous deep breaths to calm himself down.
"Sure you are," I sighed, rolling my eyes.
"What could have possibly made you have that dream, though," my friend asked, taking a sip of his drink.
"I don't even wanna say," I groaned. "I feel so dumb." I hid my face in my hands as I tried to compose myself. "I like her," I mumbled into my hands.
"Sorry, I didn't hear that."
I looked up, waiting for the waitress to pass our table. When she was gone, I beckoned him to lean closer with my finger. My heart rate sped up as I prepared myself to speak.
"I'm bisexual, and I like her," I whispered to him.
At first, he was a little shocked. But then he gave me a smirk and sat back in his seat with his arms crossed.
"I wondered how much longer it would take you to realize it," he said.
"She probably never wants to talk to me again."
"Nonsense, Bonnie. Don't say that," he said, placing his hand on mine. He looked into my eyes and gave a soft smile. "Even if she does, I'm here for you as your friend."
I looked up at him and returned the smile. It was nice to have a friend like him. We'd known each other for as long as we can remember. We were always inseparable and we were always there for each other. My college years would have been impossible without his moral support.
"Bonnie, she just walked in. What do you want me to do?"
My heart sank. I wasn't ready to face her just yet. I threw my head down and faced away from her, hoping she hadn't seen me. I grabbed Pepe's hand and placed it on my head for extra camouflage. Pepe rubbed my head, which helped relax the throbbing in my chest.
"Bon," I heard her call.
Crap, what was I going to do? If I said anything, she'd know it was me and not someone that just looked like me. If I ignored her she might feel like I was being cold and didn't want to be her friend any more, which wasn't true at all. I rose up slowly, pretending like I had dozed off. I yawned, trying to act casual.
"Oh, hi, Marcy," I yawned.
"Who's your friend?"
"Pepe. We've know each other since birth practically."
"Are you two...?"
"Oh, no," Pepe answered. "Its not like that. We're just best friends."
Marcy sat down beside of me, her arm grazing mine. My skin tingled at the contact.
"How was the show," I asked, finding it more difficult to keep up my casual ruse.
"We did pretty good," she replied, leaning back in her seat and spreading her arms against the back of the chair. Her arm touched my head and I leaned forward slightly keeping contact minimal, for my own sake.
"Is playing shows all you do for a living," Pepe asked her.
"I work at a department store, too," Marceline replied, sitting back up. Her leg was touching mine now, and I nearly jumped. "Its not the best job, but I don't plan on staying. My band has caught a label's attention."
"Which one," Pepe asked.
"Vampire Cafe. They're not big, but it'll be a start. They've been checking out a few of our local shows and talked with us. They're still not sure, but I think they're gonna give us a contract soon."
"I hope you get it," Pepe said, smiling.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Marceline began, "Hey Bonnie, do you and your friend want to come hang out with my friends and I? We're just gonna play video games and eat junk food and drink a little. It'll suck, but it would be cool if you come."
Pepe shot me another smirk. I wanted to reach over the table and smack it off his stupid face. Before I could come up with a lie as to why I wouldn't be able to make it, he spoke up.
"Well, we were just gonna hang out at her apartment all day and do nothing. So, sure, we'll come."
I kicked his shin under the table and smiled when he flinched in pain. I stuck my tongue out at him before Marceline turned to face me.
"You sure," she asked me.
"Yeah," I said, looking away from her. "Its not like we had any plans."
"I did you a favor if you ask me," Pepe said as we got out of the car. "Tonight would be the perfect time for making your move," he whispered.
I picked up my phone, looking over the directions Marceline had messaged me. Then I looked up at the two story house we were at. The lights were on and I could hear two guys insulting each other. I recognized the vans from when I had attempted and failed to date Guy. This must be Bongo's house.
"Shut up, Pepe," I said, pretending to ignore him.
The two of us walked to the door, and knocked.
"Pause for a sec, someone's at the door," I heard someone say. "Oh, Bonnibel," Guy greeted us.
"Hi," I said flatly. "Marceline invited us." I still had unpleasant feelings about him after our last meeting.
Guy stepped aside and let us in. The house looked nice, to my surprise. I never would have guessed someone as loud and quirky as Bongo lived here. Pepe and I walked through the hall and into the living room, where a rather large television was set up and a system with some shooting game playing on it. Marceline, Keila, and Bongo were relaxing on couches drinking bottles of beer and nibling on potato chips while loud music played.
"Oh, glad you could make it, Bonnie," Marceline said, jumping up to hug Pepe and I.
"I'm Bonnie's friend, Pepe," he waved, introducing himself to the room. He was greeted as everyone introduced themselves.
"Hey, either of you wanna jump in on this game," Bongo asked, offering a controller.
Pepe shrugged.
"Sure, but I'm not very experienced."
I scoffed, knowing damn well that was ploy. He loved playing shooters. He was probably one of the best out of anyone he had ever played.
"You want a beer," Keila offered.
I shook my head to refuse, sitting on the edge of the couch the girls were sharing.
"I was sorta hoping you'd drink tonight," Marceline said, hiding her face.
Keila only laughed, causing me to feel flustered. What in the world did that mean? Was I cute, funny, or annoying? Where they joking or serious? I hugged my arms around myself, scooting slightly further away from them.
"Oh, no, Bon," Marceline said. "We didn't mean anything, just having a laugh. We weren't making fun of you or anything."
I let the tension in my body loosen.
"What about you, Pepe, want a beer," Keila called to him.
"I don't drink, but thanks," my friend replied, not taking any of his focus off the television screen. .
I looked over, watching his character shoot down Guy's and Bongo's characters. They both looked at each other in disbelief as Pepe smiled confidently to himself.
"Why don't you drink if your friend isn't, Bonnie," Keila asked me.
"Personal preference," I claimed. That, and I knew I turned into a clingy idiot. It could only get worse considering my crush would be with me the whole time. It would be impossible to know what embarrassing things I would do! She'd probably get annoyed with me.
"Fair enough," Marceline finally said.
I sighed with relief.
"Well,"Keila said as she stood, "I guess I'm gonna join the boys in this game and whoop all their asses." She walked over and picked up a fourth controller.
Marceline left to retrieve a new bottle of beer from the kitchen, then came back to sit beside of me.
"You play video games," she asked.
"Not really," I replied. "Do you?"
"Yeah, some times. But I prefer action adventures over shooters."
"Oh," I nodded, pretending to know what she was talking about. I told myself that I would have to look up what action adventure games were later.
Marceline laid back on the couch and blew some hair out of her face. She sighed heavily.
"What do you do for fun," she asked me.
"I like to read and watch movies. I cook some really good sweets, too," I said.
"I thought so," Marceline said, smiling to herself.
"What," I asked, wondering if she found something about my now admittingly incredibly dull hobbies funny.
"You're such a goody two shoes," Marceline said, smirking at me.
"I am not," I interjected. "I do other things!"
"Like what," the darker skinned girl challenged me.
"I go out with my friends to parties sometimes. I go to concerts and bars too, on occasion." More like once in a blue moon.
"When was the last time you drank before you came to the bar with me," she asked.
I looked into my lap, knowing her suspicions would be correct.
"I drank on my twenty-first birthday and once again a year later."
"How old are you now?"
"Twenty-five," I replied.
Marceline chuckled.
"You are a goody two shoes."
"I am not," I said, standing. "I'd like one of those beers, please."
Marceline cocked an eyebrow up, then went to retrieve a bottle for me. I'll never know why I let her talk me into drinking with her. Maybe it was because I didn't like being teased. Maybe it was because I wanted to seem cooler, or even attempt to show off in front of this girl. I wasn't sure which one.
Marceline handed me a bottle and I tried opening it. But the little metal cap may have well been super glued on. I didn't see how anyone could get these things open. Marceline held out her hand and I handed it to her, watching her open it with ease.
"It must be hard to open glass bottles when you've got dainty, princess hands," Marceline teased.
"They're not dainty," I said, taking a slow sip. It tasted bitter, but I decided I would put up with it. I took a larger gulp, not wanting to give Marceline any more room for more teasing.
Marceline and I sat in silence, watching the boys and Keila play their game. After I finished my drink, I was of course, already a little tipsy. I stood up to throw my bottle away, wobbling slightly. Marceline hid a grin, watching me walk into the kitchen to replace my drink. I came back with two bottles, one for each of us. If I was going to be drunk, so was she. When I returned, Marceline had taken off the T-shirt she was wearing, only covered now by a black tank top. She rested her arms behind her head, drawing my attention to her torso. I had to stop myself from staring when I noticed how well the top accented her slim figure, how nice her cleavage looked, and how cute the red bra was that peeked out of the collar. I handed her the bottle in silence, not wanting anything stupid to slip passed my lips.
"Wanna step out for a bit, its kinda hot in here," Marceline suggested.
"Sure," I replied. It was getting warm, but it was probably because of how many people were stuffed into the one room and the electronics that were probably being over worked.
Marceline stood slowly, having to steady herself with her hand on the couch's arm. She stood straight up, blinking rapidly and swaying slightly. I realized she was a little drunk now, too. I followed her through the kitchen and into the back yard. She and I stood outside, leaning on the railing of the porch.
"What do you think of my friends," she asked me, looking up into the night sky.
"They're all right," I said. "I still don't know about Guy, though."
"Yeah," Marceline smiled. "He's a good person. But like I said, he's dumb as a rock sometimes. Once you get to know him, he's pretty cool."
"How did you all meet?"
I watched as Marceline thought for a moment.
"I've known Keila since forever. I met Bongo and Guy in high school. Keila and I heard they were looking to start a band, so we talked to them. They weren't sure at first, saying they didn't think girls could rock out. But when they let us audition, we blew them away. We've been hanging out ever since."
"I believe it," I said, finishing my second bottle. "I was blown away by your singing at that concert." I sat the bottle down, feeling a little dizzy. I steadied myself with my arms on the railing.
"Thanks," Marceline mumbled, looking a little flustered. "You might wanna sit down," she suggested, now looking over at me.
I ignored the suggestion. Instead, I walked into the back yard when I spotted a fire fly. I tried to catch it in my hands, but it got away to quickly.
"Here," Marceline said, reaching her arms up, she caught the glowing insect. Being taller than me gave her a bit of an advantage.
She opened her hands to show me the fire fly. It made itself glow before flying out of her palm and up into the sky. Marceline took a step backwards, as did I, and we watched as it flew out of sight. When I looked back down to Marceline, I found her stumbling. She fell backwards and reached for me out of reflex, taking hold of the collar of my shirt. But with the both of us being clumsily intoxicated, I came falling down with her. When her body impacted with the ground, I fell directly on top of her.
"Ouch," Marceline groaned.
My body was suddenly as stiff as a wooden plank. I rose up just enough to look into the eyes of the girl directly under me. Her eyes were closed and one hand rested on her fore head as she furrowed her eye brows, feeling the pain of the fall. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but the way the moon light reflected off of her skin made it glow. My body began to feel hot and a strange ache emanated from my lower abdomen. When she opened her eyes and locked them with mine, the mood reflected in them and I realized that she was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on.
Before I realized what I was doing, I leaned down slowly, touching my lips to her's. After a moment, I opened my eyes and rose up slowly. I immediately felt stupid, wondering if she was going to push me off of her and become angry.
"I- I'm sorry," I stuttered. I started to raise up off of her, expecting negative backlash.
Before I could move away, she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me back down. She slid one arm up my back, tangling her fingers into my hair, pulling me into a much more passionate kiss. Breathless and confused, I allowed my lips to part as our tongues danced with each other. We laid there in the grass, only taking short breaks to gasp for air. I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but it must have been incredibly late when we were interrupted by Pepe, standing at the back door.
"What in the world are you doing out here, Bonnibel? Everyone has fallen asleep," he called.
"Sorry, Pepe, I'll be there in a minute," I called to him, hoping he hadn't spotted us.
"I'll wait in the car," he said.
I waited until I heard the door close. I then rose up from the woman under me, sitting up right to catch my breath. Marceline sat up on her elbows, giving me the trademark smirk she liked to show me.
"What was that about not wanting me to get the wrong idea?"
I felt all of the blood in my body rushing to my face. I looked down at my feet, trying to compose myself.
"I was lying," I admitted.
"I thought so, Princess," she said.
My blush reddened even more. Some of it was because the new nick name.
"How could you tell," I asked.
"You were moaning my name that night, too."
I hid my face in my hands, feeling too overwhelmed with shame.
"Not that I mind," Marceline added.
I took a deep breath, again trying to compose myself. Marceline stood up and tugged at my arm. I stood up with her, stumbling a little. Marceline steadied me by taking hold of both of my wrists. I pretended not to hear her laughing at me.
"I'm still a little drunk, so I'm gonna crash here. But I'll walk you to your car if you want," Marceline said.
I nodded, letting Marceline lead me back into her friend's house. We walked into the dimly lit kitchen and into the dark, empty living room where Guy and Keila were snoring silently on separate couches. I wondered where Marceline would sleep. We\hen got to the front door, Marceline reached up to grab the knob, but then stopped. She turned to face me with a blush on her face. She brushed hair out of my face and planted a short, sweet kiss on my lips. She broke away, sooner than I hoped, leaving me wanting even more.
"I'll call you later, or message you... Or bump into you since we're neighbors," she laughed. "I'd like to go out with you sometime," she said. I felt her palms sweat a little.
"Are you asking me to go on a date with you," I asked her, not taking my eyes off her lips. I wondered if Pepe wouldn't mind waiting a little longer because I was getting a strong urge to kiss her again.
"Yeah, if you want to," Marceline said, her voice a bit shaky.
I blinked away the last of my intoxication.
"I'd like that," I smiled.
I heard a car horn.
"You should probably go," Marceline said.
I stood on my toes and placed my hands on her shoulders, giving her one more quick, but hopefully passionate kiss. I assumed it was well received when I heard a very light moan come from Marceline's throat.
"I'll see you soon," I said, opening the door and unwantingly leaving the tall, gorgeous woman behind. I had to stop myself from going back as I made it to Pepe, who waited in the driver's seat of my car. I wanted to offer her a ride home, she did live only a few feet away from me after all. But I knew it would be hard to hold off certain temptations if I did. I thought maybe doing something like that so soon would be too much too fast. After all, I preferred to take it slow with my relationships. It seemed to make everything feel more special and gave a couple time to bond a little more. When I got into the passenger seat of my car and buckled up, I found Pepe giving me a suspicious look.
"What were you and Marceline doing out there?"
"Kissing," I told him, feeling embarrassed again.
"For two hours," Pepe said, starting my car.
"Yes," I mumbled.
"Just kissing," he asked, pushing for details. He drove into the road and began heading towards my apartment.
"I wouldn't do that in someone's back yard, Pepe! Honestly," I huffed, crossing my arms. There was silence until we drove into the parking lot of my apartment building.
"I'm glad you were finally able to confess to her, though, Bonnie," Pepe said, taking the lead as we walked into the building.
"It wasn't on purpose," I said, unlocking my door.
"What happened?"
"I, uh, fell on top of her," I mumbled, realizing how cliche' that sounded.
"Oh my glob," Pepe snickered.
I playfully punched his shoulder, then left to retrieve him a pillow and blanket so that he could sleep on my couch.
"Thanks for making me go to the party," I said, handing him the pillow and blanket.
"It's what I do," Pepe said, sticking his tongue out at me.
I laughed at him, then turned to go into my room. I brushed my hair and changed into my pajamas, then got under my blankets. As I lay there with my eyes closed, I recalled the night. I was suddenly flustered by my actions, I couldn't believe I actually kissed her first. I didn't drink because I knew I couldn't handle my alcohol well and it made me do stupid things. But I didn't regret it, and I hope she didn't either. I looked forward to exploring a relationship with Marceline Abadeer. It excited me to think of the new experience.
I didn't sleep too well that night, being mostly restless for a reason I couldn't figure out. All I could think about was kissing her again. I eventually fell asleep, only to dream about her. I woke up the next morning with a jolt after hearing my phone beep. I looked at my phone, smiling to find it was a message from Marceline.
"I know its Sunday and all, but do you wanna go on that date this evening," the message read.
Smiling sweetly, I replied, "Sure."