Chapter 3: Science & Marshall

Marceline POV

During the science lesson, Bonnie offered to be my lab partner, as 'I didn't know anyone' and also because apparently I was very interesting. She had got it wrong though, during the day I had plenty of opportunity to make acquaintances or even friends as people approached me to ask me who I was, (Marceline Abadeer, now get out of my face) where I was from (none of your bleeding business) and where I lived (stalker much?). A few glares and one-word answers got them to stop bothering me though. I guess they weren't used to newcomers, like Bonnie said, because small town and school compared to the previous cities I had lived in.

While Bonnibel was diligently taking down notes in her eloquent handwriting, I was doodling on my page, about to die of boredom. The teacher was droning on about orbital and projectile motion. Bonnibel glanced at me, the first time she had looked up from her page in 10 minutes, not that I was counting.

"Could you please pay attention?" She hissed quietly

"I can't be bothered." I drawled out lazily

"Marceline!" She exclaimed

"What?" I said, it came out little louder than I imagined it would

"Ms Abadeer, if you are so bored with the lesson you have resorted to disruptive talking I would suggest making your way out of the classroom." The young-looking teacher thundered. In any other class I would have left, but Bonnibel wouldn't have been happy, and something about her intrigued me. I didn't want to disappoint her or make her look bad, as I was her buddy after all. The rest of the lesson the teacher constantly picked on me, asking me questions that I had no clue the answers were. If the teacher's hawk-like gaze wasn't fixed on me whilst interrogating me, Bonnibel would discreetly whisper the answers into my ear. By the time the lesson had finished it was 3:30pm, the end of the school day. I said farewell to Bonnibel before people started to flock to her as per usual (she was undeniably popular), and she had said to meet with her friends again the next morning, to which I responded I would, and before I could chastise myself for being a softie I jumped on my sleek motorcycle and sped home.

Third person

Marceline and her brother's house was on the outskirts of the town so Marceline had to ride in the countryside most of the way home, it helped ease her mind and calm her. Their house was next to a thick forest and there were no neighbours nearby. It would be great for holding parties, Marceline thought to her, smiling. After 20 minutes Marceline arrived at her house elated to be back home finally. Her day at school today had been interesting and even slightly enjoyable, for a change but it was nonetheless mentally and emotionally exhausting. She grabbed her keys and unlocked the thick wooded door, stepping over an unwelcoming welcome doormat with the words "fuck off" stamped on it. Yeah, it was plain to see that she and Marshall had decorated the flat, Marceline thought, grinning. They had bought the mat only recently and when her dad came over he was going to flip. She parked her chic motorbike- that was midnight black and decorated in orange-red flames-and made her way to the door.

"Oi Marshall you home?" She called out, there was no answer but she could here loud voices and gunning noises that inevitably came from Marshall's PS4. Boys and their toys, Marceline thought rolling her eyes. Honestly, she couldn't talk though because she was obsessed with her Xbox and Nintendo 3DS.

She strolled into their game lounge/den; Marshall was strewn on top of Marceline's favourite red couch. His black hair-styled in a bed-head hair-do- was poking his misty grey eyes and he was clad in his accustomed red and black-checkered shirt with a white tank top underneath and dark skinny jeans, unfortunately looking very much, like her.

"How was university you ugly git?" Marceline teased good naturally. This was how the two siblings greeted each other; they had to come up with a new insult each time.

"Fine, fine arse-face," Marshall smirked, looking up from their 120 inch TV set and catching her playful grey eyes that mirrored hers.

"Hey! You used that insult last time." Marceline said indignantly with her hands in her hips

"Okay okay, I'll come up with a new one, give me some time though" Marshall sniggered. Marceline realised that Marshall happened to be relaxing on HER favourite couch.

"Get off my bleeding couch," she half-growled "you know I hate it when you sit on it, you always get it filthy"

"That why I do it little sis," he said at ease, slithering off the couch and ruffling his sisters hair.

"Argh! Your so bloody annoying!" Marceline puffed, swatting his hand away, her multiple bracelets jangling.

"Aww am I upsetting you Marcie-kins?" Marshall pouted

"Don't. Call. Me. Marcie-kins." She barked through gritted teeth, but she knew he had won. Was this the way Bonnie felt when she teased her? If so God bless Bonnie. Marceline thought.

"Wanna play call of duty: advanced warfare on the Xbox?" Marshall offered, knowing she couldn't resist a game of COD

"Hell yeah." Marceline dropped her bag on the floor and picked up a controller, completely forgetting their quarrel.

Their den was constantly dark, with dim lights and the only strong light came from their giant TV, which was plugged into all their game consoles, both siblings were major video game geeks. Every wall was completely enveloped in posters, either of the sibling's favourite bands/singers, or games. Hardly any walls were not concealed with the punk rock posters, except the kitchen and living room as these were the only rooms their dad entered when he (infrequently) visited. My did he become livid whenever he say one of the posters as they, from his point of view, made the flat look improper and untidy.

After awhile, Marceline paused the game and had the sense to glance at her phone for the time.

"9pm! We played for 5 hours and neither of us has cooked anything." Marceline shrieked.

Marshall doubled over in laughter, whenever Marceline got panicked or angry all her common sense went out the window.

"Have you forgotten the words take-out delivery, numbnuts?" Marshall chortled

"Oh hahaha Marshall," Marceline said, narrowing her eyes "for that YOU are ordering the pizza, I want a pepperoni and a large coke." she lay down on her couch and un-paused the game. "But I'm older. By 2 years mind you!" Marshall said in a whiny voice

"You don't act like it," She said, eyes glued to the screen "now get your arse to the phone!"

Chapter 3! Please review so I'll feel inspired sooner to write the next chapter ;) Don't forget if you have any questions just ask. Thanks.