Neighbors Chapter 15

(One chapter of fluff before some plot progression. I figured I could do that before killing you guys. I tried to explain the black shirt that Marceline gave Bonnie that she wears all the time as pajamas. I don't know how well I did describing the shirt in the fic, so I figured I'd point it out here. Also, the necklace is based off Bonnie's crown. As always, comments are appreciated and thank you so much for reading!)

The rest of the weekend went by smoothly. I spent some much needed time with my friends and even more needed time with my brother and parents. It was really nice to be away from everything.

Pepe had a big mouth, but it didn't seem like he told anyone my secret. I was so glad he didn't. It would have been so weird, having everyone approach me and try to get me to talk about it. I wouldn't have been able to handle it and I probably would have left. Again, I'm glad he kept it to himself. I really needed that time with everyone in my child hood town.

It seemed too soon when Sunday evening came around and I had to drive myself back to my apartment. I would have to work tomorrow. Ugh. After such a relaxing and lazy weekend going to work would be like a very lazy person running a marathon for the first time, I just knew it.

When I pulled into that familiar parking lot I walked into the building carrying my luggage and a box with a few gifts from my loved ones. When I got to my door my duffle bag suddenly felt too heavy. I dropped it on the floor and pulled out my keys to unlock my door. As my door clicked open, so did another. I looked over, finding my girlfriend peeking into the hall.

"Hi, Marcy," I yawned as I sat my things inside my apartment.

"How was your birthday?" She asked, avoiding eye contact and seeming a bit shy. That's strange for her.

"I almost forgot about it so I left in a hurry," I answered.

Marceline snorted.

"Who forgets their own birthday?"

"Me... A few times," I admitted. It just didn't seem that important. So, I got a year older? Big whoop.

Marceline reached into the pocket of her jogging pants.

"Um, here," she said shyly, handing me a little pink box, "I wish you would have told me sooner. I would have gotten you something before you left."

"Oh," I said in surprise, "Thank you, Marcy. But you didn't have to,"

"I wanted to," she interrupted. "That's what girlfriends do on birthdays, right? Presents?" She stuck out her tongue, then waited impatiently for me to open the gift.

I smirked at her sarcasm and pulled the top off the box. Inside was a tiny sapphire on a thin, golden, chain. I gasped when I pulled it out, then blushed. How much had this cost? How much money did my girl friend spend on me this weekend? There was no way she made enough money to pay for something as nice as this.

"Its beautiful," I cooed, getting a blush from Marceline as thanks. I handed the necklace to her and turned around as I pulled my hair up. She place it around my neck carefully and latched it in place. I let my hair fall and turned around to hug her. She hugged me back and the feeling of safety and want I get when I'm around her washed over me. I was so glad to have her as my girl friend.

"Oh, hey, wanna go to the park or something?" She asked, pulling away slowly. "I've been bored and restless all weekend."

I was still a little tired, but I didn't like how we missed our weekly date. I missed her, too. I put my hands on her shoulders and stood on my toes to give her a quick peck on the cheek.

"Sure," I replied.

So I locked my door and waited as she locked hers. We left towards the park while I, as usual, wrapped both arms around one of her's. Instead of talking on the way, we enjoyed each other's company in silence. I was too tired to hold much of a conversation, anyways, so I was fine with it.

When we got into the little park, we walked on the grass aimlessly.

"So how was your party?" Marceline asked.

"Good," I replied. "I was happy to see my family. Oh, I told them about you, by the way."

"You came out to them?"

"They were cool, though. They just want me to be happy."

"That's good," Marceline said. "When I came out to my Dad he was pretty rude. Apparently this phase will pass, eventually, and I'll settle down with a nice guy some day. His words, not mine," she laughed at the end.

She talked about it like it was just a joke, but if my family had treated me that way, I would have been deeply hurt. Marceline must be a strong person. I wish I had at least some of the strength she did.

"How was your weekend?" I asked.

"Other than a jam session with Keila, pretty damn boring," she replied.

I frowned, wondering if I should have invited her. I think I will next time.

We walked in silence for a little longer, listening to crickets chirp. When we passed a tree Marceline stopped and grinned.

"Hey, Bon," she said, pulling away from me.

"Huh?"

Marceline walked to the tree, then jumped up to hang on one of its lower hanging limbs. She pulled herself up until she was sitting on said limb, then moved until she was hanging upside down from it by her legs.

I laughed, wondering what in the world could be on her mind.

"Come here," she asked.

Not having any clue, I walked over to her.

"Okay, now what?"

She held out her upside down hanging arms and motioned for me to come over.

"I've always wanted to do this," she said.

When I was in range, she put her hands on my face and pulled me close for a Spider Man kiss. I should have seen that coming. The kiss didn't last long, though. After two seconds I was giggling and had to move my mouth away from her's. In my small fit of laughter, I didn't hear the branch crack.

Marceline fell to the ground with an "Oof!"

"Marcy," I gasped.

"I'm good," she grunted, still laying in the grass.

"My idiot," I said, jokingly, then giggled again.

I offered a hand to help my goofy girlfriend up off the ground. I pulled her up and flicked a few leaves out of her hair.

"We should go home before you get a concussion," I joked.

"Yeah, maybe you're right," Marceline agreed.

But as we began walking away, something caught my foot. I fell to the ground before my girlfriend could catch me. The culprit had been the tree branch. I hadn't seen part of it in the dimly lit park.

Laughing, Marceline pulled me up, then blushed a bright red as I looked down at my shirt. It was ripped right across my rib cage and another hole was revealing some of my bra.

"Is this tree out for revenge?" I wondered, blushing as well.

Before I could kick the renegade, fallen branch, Marceline took off her T shirt and handed it to me, leaving her in a white tank top.

"Thank you," I said, putting the shirt over my ripped one. I looked down at the shirt. It had a strange picture of two chocolate covered marshmallows impaled on sticks on it and a yellow snake slithering through them. I didn't like the shirt, but it smelled like Marceline. I smiled when my nose picked up the scent.

After that we walked home together without much more conversation. I was yawning by the time we got to my door. Before we parted ways I kept her for a moment longer to share in a slow, passionate kiss. When she pulled away, I felt like it was too soon, but I was visibly very sleepy.

"G'night, Bon," she said with a smirk and left for her apartment.

I walked into mine a closed the door behind me. I was too tired to unpack, so I went straight into my bedroom. I took my pants off, then fell onto my bed. After inhaling Marceline's scent on the shirt I was wearing, I quickly drifted off into a deep sleep.