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Chapter 4:
Marceline woke up to the sun illuminating her room. She looked at the ceiling through drowsy eyes. The dark haired girl mustered up the energy to sit up but failed. Not because she gave up, but because she seemed to be stuck. Her left arm was wedged, she looked around to see what the problem was. Her sleepy brain was finding it difficult to comprehend the situation, but as feeling returned to her arm and the sun reflected a nice shade of pink, she realised that not just her arm, but entire body was entangled with the other girl.
A head was leaned in the crevice of her neck, a leg was twisted between her own. She felt the girl shift and burying her face more snuggly into her shoulder, dangerously close to her sensitive spot, though she would never tell anyone of that.
Marceline had two scars on her neck. Usually she would make up some epic story on how she got into a fight to defend her friend from some crazy super strong bad guy and got stabbed by a bottle, but really she just ran into a really clean glass door when she was younger and smashed it. It wasn't a bad memory, it kind of just reminded her of how kind and organised her mother was. Afterward little Marcy was fearful that her mother would scold her for smashing the glass but instead she hugged and comforted the girl, along with tending to the shards of glass that cut her. She actually grew quite attached to them. Sure she got bullied about being a vampire freak because they looked like "bite marks", her weird scary attitude probably didn't help either… but once she grew to accept them, she enjoyed embracing the whole vampire like demeanour.
Marceline scoped out her situation. She began to shift slowly to free herself from the girl. But as she began to move Marceline stopped. She felt bad waking someone up from such a comfortable looking sleep.
Plus she looked kinda cute when she sleeps... Wait. Is that a weird thing to think?
Marceline became aware of her heart beat quickening in conjunction with a weird feeling in her stomach.
Shut up heart.
She began to pull her arm to try and drag it free. The other girl shifted once more, but this time she lifted her hand to rub her eyes before opening them. Marceline imagined that this was probably how she had looked when she woke up before, except the pink girl seemed way more elegant than herself. Hell, she even looked good in the morning!
The pink haired girl looked sleepily at her, obviously trying to process the situation. A few seconds passed before a look of horror swept across her face. The pink girl sat up abruptly, untangling herself from the other. Marceline gave a dorky grin in response.
"Oh god. I am truly sorry."
"For what?"
Marceline rested herself with her hands behind her head.
"I'm just a… huggy sleeper… I should-"
Bonnibel was interrupted and both the girls' gazes were averted as they heard rustling at the door. There was a clicking sound along with that of the doorknob twisting. The door room door flung open.
"Yo Marceline I-"
Keila entered halfway before seeing the two girls in bed, she paused instantly. The other two girls stared.
"Oh hey Keila, how was your night!"
Marceline smiled while still staring up from her position. Keila walked in and slammed the door behind her. It was harder than she had expected which made Marceline jump.
"Bonnibel Sweet."
Marceline looked backward between Keila and Bonnibel, who were intensely staring at one another. The pink girl ran a hand through her hair in an attempt to tame the mess before throwing the sheets off and standing up. Keila's stare never shifted from the other girls movements as she walked around to the desk and grabbed her bag. Marceline noticed that Bonnibel was still wearing her clothes from the day before and in hindsight, she thought that she probably should have offered her a change. The pink haired girl headed swiftly toward the door still stuck in Keilas gaze. As she passed, Bonnibel and Keilas shoulders collided, forcing the pink girl to stumble a little. With Keila continuing to hold a threatening expression and the other looking slightly angered; she headed swiftly out the door, slamming it behind her.
Keila waited a moment before turning back around to face Marceline. The dark haired girl looked back with a mixture of shock and confusion.
"Marceline, I thought I told you she was bad news."
The girl with the afro like hair went and sat at her desk dumping her bag and putting her face in her hands. Marceline watched on in confusion.
"Look, she locked herself out of her dorm, I couldn't just let her stay out there all night."
Keila remained with her head buried in her hands, facing away from the other girl.
"Why not? She probably deserved it..."
The other girl paused for a moment.
"I thought we were friends"
This comment hit her hard. It's not like she had meant anything by it, she hadn't even known it was a really problem. Why did Keila care so much? God. She always seemed to fuck it up in some way. She didn't even know why this time. Marceline turned to sit on the edge of her bed. She wasn't one to let her emotions take over from her situation... Yes her friendship with Keila felt special, but she had to find out more. The dark haired girl sighed.
"What exactly… happened between you and her?"
The other girl turned to face Marceline. She noticed that tears had welled in her eyes.
"I don't know Marceline. Why don't you go and ask your little girlfriend!"
Turning back to her, Keila found the first thing on her desk to pick up and throw. Marceline was met with a pencil hitting her shoulder. She had tried to remain calm amongst her confusion, but the lack of understanding and willingness to explain frustrated her.
"Okay, firstly; What the hell! she isn't my 'girlfriend'… um ew. And secondly, you are acting like a complete psycho… God.
She began to feel a knot forming in her throat. She didn't want to make anything worse
"I don't want to deal with you right now. I'm going to take a shower."
Marceline opened her draw, grabbed her shower supplies and a change of clothes stormed out of the room.
The steamy water seemed to chill her out, it gave her time away from everything to compile her thoughts.
On one side of the spectrum, she had made a new friend… ish? She seemed nice enough, though was a bit strange and nerdy, probably a workaholic. She doesn't seem like one to spill her emotions out anytime soon but Marceline just saw that as a challenge. On the other hand, however, Keila, who was her other new friend, absolutely despises the pink girl for some unknown reason. But it's not like she could avoid Bonnibel. She was in her class and living next door to them.
God this just gets more difficult the more I think about it.
Marceline switched off the water and ringed out her long dark hair. She dried herself off, got dressed and stepped out of the shower.
I should take showers in the morning more often, they are really refreshing.
She went to the mirror and began to fix herself up. She was glad she didn't have to do much in the way of makeup, but sometimes she went for it if she could be bothered. Marceline heard the sound of shower curtains being pulled aside. She glanced behind her through the mirror, watching as a familiar face emerges.
Jeeze. Can I not catch a break. Prepare to be grilled.
The two girls locked eyes and the pink girl held that resting, almost bored looking face that she always has. But not quite, it's almost like she is constantly studying and analysing her surroundings. The pause felt like forever as she waited for any sort of response in regards to what had just happened.
A smile crossed the other girls face.
"Hello!"
…A smile? Quite frankly Marceline was shocked. Is she pretending like it just… didn't happen or something? Did this happen so frequently that she was used to it?
The darker haired girl turned to face her. With a mixture of confusion and shock, she had no idea how to respond. Bonnibel was nice to her, but should she be nice back? Dumbfounded; all she seemed to manage was a slight nod in her direction to acknowledge her existence. That couldn't hurt right?
The girls face recoil back to her signature look, she continued to walk passed Marceline and out of the room. The dark haired girl sighed. Sure she liked Keila, but Marceline didn't want to give up talking to the other girl because of some petty fight. Not just any fight though, but one she wasn't even involved with.
Wait. Yeah, it's not even my fight, why the hell so I be dragged into it.
It was an interesting thought? Could things work out if she could somehow state that she was going to remain neutral in this… could she remain neutral? Maybe there was some real reason they disliked each other… did one of them do something?
Marceline decided that she definitely needed more information to have a logical response. It was time to snoop.
After finishing her makeup, Marceline left the shower room to head back to her dorm where she dumped her stuff. Keila barely acknowledged her existence in her short visit, but she would have to deal with that later. The dark haired girl looked at her phone, she wouldn't dream of missing her music class, but she still had time. She walked to the dorm next to her own and knocked, shoving her hand in her pocket as she waited for a response. It wasn't long until the door swung open, but rather than being met with an outfit of pink, she was met with numerous other colours.
"Ahh, hello?"
Marceline stared at the other girl.
This must be her room mate… interesting.
"Hi, my names Marceline, I live in the dorm next to yours. I was wondering whether Bonnibel was around?"
The colourful girl looked her up and down. It made Marceline feel a little self conscious.
"Oh. Marceline, I'm Lady, it nice to meet you, but ah, she gone to the library to study."
Marceline noted that English probably wasn't her first language.
"Man, does that girl always have to be a nerd?"
"Aha, yeah, I think she just does that to keep her mind off things…"
"huh"
The other girl looked to Marceline and gave a small smile.
"Come in?"
The taller girl nodded, accepting the invitation to walk into the dorm. To Marcelines (not so) surprise, the dorm was very organised. She noticed the general layout was quite similar to her own, only this one had one side scattered with science equipment and study books.
"Wowsers"
Lady smiled and chuckled a little.
"Wowsers?"
"What is she… a drug lord or something."
"Hah, just very enthusiastic… I hope. Coffee?"
"Yes please!"
Lady went straight to making some instant coffee, Marceline was somewhat amused that they had a kettle in their dorm… she liked the way they thought!
Shortly after she was handed the warm cup of liquid. She took a small sip
"Thank you for attempting to talk to Bonnie."
Marceline averted her gaze back up to the colourful girl, looking a little confused. She took note of the abbreviation she used for the pink girl.
I wonder if she minds this girl shortening her name to Bonnie?
"ahh… you're welcome? I don't know, she doesn't seem too enthusiastic about talking to me though."
Lady gave a small smirk.
"She doesn't particularly like talking to anyone, but I am trying to get her out more."
Marceline began to focus on the conversation. Maybe she didn't need any of the other two girls to shed light on the situation.
"Do you guys know each other well then?"
"Oh yes. We practically grew up together, so we a bit like family I suppose. It is nice that we were able to share a dorm."
Lady took a sip of the cup that she made for herself, then continued
"I suppose what I wanted to say to you was that Bonnie… isn't the most understanding person…"
Marceline tapped her cup lightly, serious conversations were not her forte.
"Just know that, although she may seem distant, or uncaring, it not that she doesn't like you or anything, she is just super bad at showing… ah…empathy? I guess… hard too explain. She focuses a lot on work with a very logical mind, but sometimes her logical thinking gets in the way of emotional expression. I'm just saying this because I care about her and don't want to see any more people acting against her because of that."
Marcelines expression was that of concentration, but underneath, she was having a very hard time understanding what was being said.
"ahh, yeah okay I think I get it."
The dark haired girl sipped her coffee more
"You don't have to worry, I try my best to give people a chance. But thankyou. Also, if you don't mind me asking… what do you mean people acting against her?"
"Oh, you know, just some petty highschool drama, as everyone experiences. Kids will be kids right?"
"Hah, yeah, that's true"
Afterall, Marceline had her fair share of highschool drama.