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Gathering up my courage that was reinforced with a nearby paperweight, I slowly approached the rattling door. My heart was beating louder and faster as the adrenaline in my body forced a tingling fight or flight sensation in my nerves. The paperweight was shaking in my right hand as my left hand slowly approached the doorknob to open the door. As my hand gripped the shivering doorknob, I could feel the tug and pull of the person behind the door just as clearly as how I could feel the blood pumping through the tiny veins in my ears. As if I was saying "no", my hand held the knob in place, and the person responded by letting go, since their previous efforts were in vain. I slowly turned the knob. Each piece of metal in the doorknob finally clicked with each other and unlocked the door. I cautiously opened the door towards myself and traveled with the door so that the intruder didn't see my face until they had to.
When the door was fully opened, I heard heavy thudding on the tiles that lined the office. I peeked through whatever opening I could to get a look at this stranger, and all I saw was layered, thick, raven-black hair that fell to this person's lower back and was slightly disheveled but still looked shiny and moved like silk as this person walked. Accompanying the luscious mane were a pair of long, thin legs tightly wrapped in a dark, faded denim, loud and bright red boots, and a slightly oversized, flannel shirt with a red and black plaid pattern on it. The arms that stuck out of the short sleeves were toned and tanned. I couldn't see this person's face, but as soon as they stepped out of the door's way, I slammed the closet door back in place, which gave this stranger a huge jump.
"What the?!", a strong, tomboyish voice shouted. The stranger turned around, and what I saw made my heart skip a beat.
I don't know if it was from the anger that festered in their eyes or how incredibly beautiful this person's face was. As I traced the perfect jawline with my eyes, I came across high cheekbones, thin and glossy lips, a small, thin nose, and two beaming red eyes surrounded by long eyelashes and topped with thin eyebrows. The lightly bronzed skin tone from their arms coated the rest of their skin. At the base of this person's slender neck were long, defined collarbones that hid slightly underneath the inch-thick straps of a worn, bought-in-a-pack, white tank top.
"Wh-what are you doing in the student council office?!", I shouted as I raised the blunt paperweight above my head, aiming it at this person's head and preparing to throw it if they didn't give me a sufficient answer.
"Whoa! Calm down, Princess!", the person responded with hands raised as if I were a cop.
I lowered my weapon and gave this person a quizzical look.
"Who are you?"
"Marceline? Marceline Abadeer? I guess you don't remember me with all that work you do."
I paused for a moment and started to think about any of the time times I could've encountered her. This Marceline. . .
"Well, you do do so much work that you run yourself ragged. Heh, I guess I should call you 'Raggedy Princess'.", she jokingly stated as she shrugged her shoulders and basically shrugged me off.
With a newfound anger in my eyes, I raised the fat, metal bar that I use as a paperweight.
"Ok, ok! I get it; you don't like 'Raggedy Princess'."
She went back to her original "I get that I'm caught, so please don't hurt me" position.
"If that's the case, then what were you doing in the closet? It's closed to everyone but the student council."
"Well, if you really must know," she sighed, "I came in early, since I figured you would come early, and saw that no one was in, so I thought someone might've been chillin' in the closet or something, so I decided to look, and 'BANG' goes the door, and I got stuck, and now I'm here."
"Why would anyone be 'chillin' in the closet'?", I asked.
"Look, Princess. I would love to continue this conversation, but I need to get to my locker. Class starts soon, ya know?"
She was right. I looked at the clock that rested above the door frame of the closet and saw that class is supposed to start in five minutes. I was so invested in interrogating Marceline that I didn't notice the time, and I didn't finish what I wanted to do this morning.
"Ugh. Fine; I'll let you go. For now.", I defeatedly replied.
She said with this half smile that showed two of her slightly large canines, "I'll swing by some time after school to let you know the deets, 'kay, Princess?"
I do not own any rights to Adventure Time whatsoever.
Constantly tries to subtly reference Adventure Time. Also, Marceline has a fairly boyish voice in my headcanon, even though her voice actress does do an amazing job.