Neighbors Chapter 18
(This is a filler chapter with some fluff since I've been stuck with writer's block again and its been awhile since I wrote a new chapter. Sorry for the wait. I hope you all enjoy!)
I had finally began to feel better after I finally said something to Marceline. She was understanding and I was so thankful. I slept great that night. I also told her about my insomnia and how I slept much easier with her sharing the bed with me. It might have been a little selfish, but she spent the night with me a lot more, for which I was very thankful. I told her she didn't have to, but she didn't mind.
As the days went by, my sorrowful mood lessened bit by bit. It might have been that there was nothing to trigger me, or possibly that I knew my girl friend cared and understood, but I felt a little better. She was there for me and supportive, making it difficult for the darkness to snake its way back into my thoughts. Maybe with time I really would be okay.
On another one of our shared weekends off, I didn't have the energy to do a lot. But I had woken up before my girlfriend. I gazed down at her peaceful, resting body as she slept. I kissed her forehead and decided to let her sleep for a little longer. I thought it would be nice to make her breakfast, but I also seemed to have a sweet tooth that morning. Before deciding what to cook, I left for the store to pick up some junk food.
When I returned to the apartment, I had a bag full of eggs, sodas, a few candy bars, and a bag of powdered donuts. I went to go check on Marceline, who was still snoozing soundly. While drinking an unhealthy, carbonated beverage, I decided on omelets loaded down with vegetables and wheat toast. I figured I should at least have a healthy breakfast before overdosing on sugar.
When the food was cooked I poured glasses of water and set up my table only big enough for two people. I knew Marceline would eventually wake up to the smell of a delicious breakfast, so I sat with one hand holding my head up and waited as the food cooled.
It wasn't too long before my girlfriend sluggishly found her way into the kitchen. Her eyes were half closed and a lazy smile was on her face. She yawned as she sat down in front of her plate and happily took in the scent of the meal.
"Wow Bon, this smells good," she mumbled.
"You hungry?" I giggled.
"Mhm," she mumbled, then gulped down her water.
I smiled as she sleepily took a first bite, and watched as her eyes widened and another smile came on her face.
"Wow, Bon, this is great," she sighed.
"Thanks," I blushed.
We finished our meals in silence. Marceline seemed a little too enthusiastic about how good it tasted. I hadn't done anything special to the eggs. It was just a basic omelet with carrots, green bell peppers, and onions fried into it. But she seemed pretty happy eating it. When our plates were clean I stood to do the dishes. After I was finished I put the sodas in the refrigerator and sat out the candy bars and donuts on the counter for later consumption.
"I'm gonna go shower," I said to my girl friend. I bent down to kiss her on the cheek and left for the bathroom.
When I was finished, I put on something comfortable, did my hair, then went to rejoin my girl friend. I thought it was strange she hadn't left the kitchen. When I walked over to meet her, her cheeks looked swollen and her hands where in her lap. I couldn't help but smile, suspicious of what she had done. I turned my back against her to take a drink out of the fridge. I opened the bottle, swallowed a few drinks, then looked to the counter where I had paced the junk food. The entire bag of donuts was missing. I figured as much and laughed silently to myself.
I looked over to my girlfriend, who was sitting at the table, showing me a goofy smile, thinking I was assume she was innocent. I noticed a white powder smeared on her pants under the table and playfully rolled my eyes.
"Marceline, what happened to the bag of powdered donuts I had sitting on the counter?" I asked her, feigning ignorance.
"There were donuts?" She said, shrugging her shoulders.
It was a chore trying not to laugh myself silly.
"Alright, then what's that on your pants?" I asked her.
She looked down, and her eyes grew wide. She knew that I had caught her red handed.
"Oh, that's cocaine," she lied.
I covered my mouth and held onto my stomach, bursting out in laughter. Tears escaped my eyes and once I was done, I had to take a moment to catch my breath. When I had finally recovered, I looked at my girl friend again, who looked as guilty as ever. She smiled sheepishly and held up the nearly empty bag.
"I'm sorry, I love these things. I couldn't control myself. I saved you a few, though."
I walked over to my thieving girlfriend and kissed her lips, trying to hold back more laughter.
"Cocaine? Really?" I repeated.
She made and awkward grin and scratched the back of her head.
"Wanna go to the theater today? My treat," she asked.
"Only if you buy me a new bag of powdered donuts," I said.
"Yeah, I will," she said as she stood up and wrapped her arms around me.