Hi, you guys! So, I'm gonna let you guys in on a secret. I'm actually a terrible writer. I have no idea where the story will go, or even the plot. Hell, chances are that I won't even expect where my mind will take this chapter. I don't know why I do it. I think that it's just a fun way to do it, and it keeps things spontaneous. That being said, I hope you enjoy!
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Marceline was sitting on her bed, looking at the mess she had made. Clothes lay scattered about her room in heaps, her closet door open and empty. She was trying to pick out the perfect outfit.
Why does it even matter? It's not like I want to impress anyone, or anything like that.
Marceline tried to reason with herself, but it was no use. She walked to the desk and put her head down in frustration.
I'm just not gonna go. That's cool. I'll just stay in and write some music. I haven't played my bass in a whi-
She was snapped out of her thoughts by her door loudly slamming against the wall, and Marshall Lee walking in, checking his phone.
"Hey Marcy, you ready to go? Fiona's waiting in the living room."
Marceline just shot him a glare before putting her head back down on the desk. Marshall put his phone back in his pocket before surveying the room.
"Jeez! What happened here? It looks like a tornado blew through your house! And why aren't you dressed? Unless you're planning on going in pjs?"
She looked up at him, taking in what he was wearing. He had a fedora on top of his messy black hair, and and a short sleeved whit t-shirt on under a black vest. He had on plain black skinny jeans and worn vans, as well.
Marceline looked him up and down, and he took noticed this.
"You like it? Fi picked it out for me. Hey, if you're having some trouble, I'm sure she could help you. She has such good taste in clothes, Marcy. You have no idea. She..."
Marceline drowned him out as her cousin went on and on about his crush. It was kinda sad, really. They both liked each other, yet both were afraid to tell the other. Meanwhile, Bubba comes in out of nowhere, and is doing a pretty good job of sweeping her off her feet. Hmm.
Eventually, Marshall ran out of steam, and opted to just go get Fiona from downstairs, as they had walked to Marceline's. Fiona had taken one look at the teenaged girl and kicked Marshall out before starting what she deemed, "Damage Control"
About thirty minutes later, Marceline had emerged from her room, looking absolutely dressed to kill.
Fiona had combed out her long hair so that parts framed her face, and gave it that, it's messy, but it took me forever to make it look this attractively messy look. She had on mascara, and her eyeliner had the Cat-eye look. Marceline was wearing a tiny black dress (Which she didn't know she owned) that clung to her form, stopped at her mid-thigh, and had two red stripes up the sides. She had on a black leather jacket on over it, and black high heels. She had a black clutch purse to finish it.
In short, Fiona had perfected her. Fiona herself had on a simple purple dress that stopped at the knee. She had curled her hair, and applied some light foundation, along with some simple mascara.
Marshall's jaw hit the ground when he saw the two.
"You girls look, umm...nice?" His face had steadily gotten redder, and the girls started to crack up.
"S-shall we get the c-car?" Marshall tried again, hiding his face in his hands.
"Yeah. Let's do this." Marceline said, twirling her keys and heading out.
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When the trio got to the house, or mansion by the looks of it, the part was in full swing. There were cars parked all around the yard, and drunk high schoolers spilling out onto the street. The sound of techno music was loud, even outside, and it was mixed with drunken laughter and screams.
Marceline parked the car a few blocks down, wary of all the teenagers around her baby. They walked to the door, and met Finn, Felicity, Jake, and Rain before walking in.
While the music was loud outside, it was almost deafening inside. The furniture had been pushed to the sides, and there was a large mass of bodies writhing against one another to the beat of the song. It made Marceline sick, and she broke away from everyone and headed to the kitchen, where she hoped there'd be some sort of alcohol.
She was in luck. There was an island in the middle of the kitchen, and it was filled with red solo cups, The cups in question had different alcohols in them, and she grabbed a cup filled with vodka and a fruit punch mixer.
I always preferred red anyways Marceline thought, knocking back the drink. There was a tap on her shoulder. She turned around.
"Hey Fiona." She said,picking up a new drink and downing that as well. She was trying to get as drunk as possible.
"Hey Marcy. Can I ask you something?" Fiona asked, taking one of the cups herself.
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Do you think, I mean, hypothetically of course, I were to, you know, flirt with Marshall, he'd notice me more?" Fiona's face had gone as red as the drink in her hand by that point.
Marceline knew that this was where her wingman duty would kick in.
"Listen, Fiona. Hypothetically speaking, if you did, I'm sure it'd finally be what Marshall Lee needs to get his head out of his ass and ask you out. He likes you, you know. Hypothetically, or course." Marceline winked at her, finishing off her drink and reaching for another.
"You think so?"
"I know so, kiddo. Why don't you go find him?"
Fiona beamed at Marceline before rushing off.
Marceline smiled genuinely before downing another drink, picking up another and heading upstairs.
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She stepped out onto the balcony, sliding the glass door closed, and pulled out her lighter. On the way to the upper part of the house, she ran into some...entrepenuers...and procurred some of those other things Marshall was talking about.
She lit the blunt, and took a long hit off of it. She could feel the smoke burning in her throat, but she didn't quite let it out.
I was always a bit of a masochist she thought to herself.
She eventually let it out, blowing smoke rings into the night air. She could still hear the music from downstairs, but it was quieter and easier to deal with, so she drowned it out.
She took a sip of her drink, letting the coolness soothe her throat. Her mind wandered to people she knew.
Marshall Lee. Even when they were kids, he always got them into something, and his silver tongue was able to talk his way out. He pissed her of sometimes, but he was the closest thing she had to a best friend since Simon.
Simon. Marceline cringed at his name.
No. She thought. I've got to let this out. She took another hit.
Simon was always the one constant in Marceline's life. Her dad never seemed to care, and her mom died of cancer when she was little. Simon introduced her to everything she loved, introducing her to music, and showing her how amazing it can be. He was the first person she'd ever told she was gay, and he was there for every scraped knee that needed kissing and every tear that needed wiping. He was a constant that she'd need to learn to live without, and it hurt to think about the hole in her heart that he'd left.
She was jarred out of her thoughts by the sound of a sliding glass door opening. Marceline took a sip of her drink before turning around.
"Bonni? What are you doing here?" She asked, trying to stay calm. She had a little too much to drink/smoke, and was afraid of what she was gonna do.
"I kinda live here, you know." Bubblegum brushed her off and stole her drink before leaning over the balcony.
"Yeah. Whoops." Marceline said indifferently, before taking another hit.
Bubblegum whirled around.
"Is that a blunt?" she asked suddenly, walking toward Marceline.
The pale girl nodded, holding in the smoke.
"Can I try some of it? I've never done it."
Marceline shook her head. "Last hit. Trust me?"
Bubblegum was hesitant, and Marceline's eyes began to water.
"Yea-"
Marceline smashed her lips against Bubblegum's, letting out the smoke into the girl's mouth.
Bubblegum coughed a bit, but managed to capture most of it. Marceline pulled away, somewhat reluctantly, for some reason.
Bubblegum exhaled after a short while, and shot Marceline a glare.
"You could've warned me, you bitch." she said, smacking Marceline on the shoulder.
Marceline grinned at the shorter girl. "But then I wouldn't be able to kiss you, silly." she winked.
Bubblegum looked into her eyes, different emotions flashing through them at a mile a minute. Marceline tried to decipher some of them. Hurt? Jealousy? That can't be right.
"Whatever. I'm not even gay." She finally said, trying to push past the other girl. Marceline caught her easily in her arms and brought her back.
"No. We're gonna talk." Marceline started, her words getting slurred by the alcohol in her system.
"Okay? What are we gonna talk about?"
"Why do you hate me Bonni? What did I do to you?" Marceline asked, holding the girl in her arms and tearing up.
"Marceline, you're drunk. Let me go."
"No! You're gonna tell me! I wanna know!" She tightened her grip on the girl.
"Fine! You wanna know why I hate you, Marceline? You really wanna know? It's because I couldn't get you out of my head when I met you. I was on the floor, sitting there like an idiot, staring at you. It got to the point where I had to make excuses just to be near you! But I couldn't give in to this voice in my head that told me to slam you against a locker and take you right there, for the entire student body to see! I had to suffer through sitting next to you in Biology, not letting you near me, not letting you in, because that's not ladylike. That's not what a good girl does. That's irresponsible. I have a responsibility to my parents. And responsibility demands sacrifice."
Bubblegum had worked herself up during the speech, then slowly deflated in Marceline's arms. She was crying freely, and turned around.
"But you know what?" She wrapped her arms around the taller girl's neck and whispered in her ear.
"Everyone else doesn't have to constantly deal with responsibilities. So why do I want to?" And with that, she captured Marceline's lips with her own.
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The two women ran through the house, to Bubblegum's room. She pulled a key out of her dress and unlocked the door.
The same door that Marceline promptly slammed her against when they got inside.
Clothes were shed, giggles were exchanged, moans were swallowed, cries of ecstasy reverberated off the walls, and eventually, the two girls fell asleep in the other's arms.
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Well, there you have it! That's the newest chapter. I have no idea why, but I always feel like writing when it's like, three in the morning and I'm tired as all get out. Anyways, leave me a review if you liked it, or if you have any tips you'd like to share. I'll see all of you lovely people in a bit. Have a nice day!