Hi everyone! So, before I wrote this, I wrote...well...this. But I was a total retard and kept pressing ctrl and z, and didn't realise that I was totally erasing all of the stuf I was writing. That being said, enjoy!
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Marceline got home that day in a huff. After Ass -excuse me, Ash- had basically groped her in front of the school, she'd angrily gone to his car, popped the hood, and ripped some important looking bits from it before skating home. At home, she dwelled on what he ha said.
So Bonni fake-broke up with me. Hmm. Marceline thought, heading upstairs and turning in early.
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Marcelie walked into Biology and cringed. Bonnibel was sitting at the table, copying down notes for the class that hadn't started yet, like the overachiever she was.
The black haired girl plopped downas usual, barely getting a glance form the pinker girl.
"Lovely weather we're having today, wouldn't you say, Bonni?" Marceline began, though her voice lacked it's teasing tone, instead opting for a more mechanical, dull sound.
As usual, Bubblegum continued to ignore her.
"I mean, it isn't if you like rain, but I guess if you don't, don't move here, eh?" Marceline persisted, half hoping that for once, Bubblegum would answer her.
Bubblegum continued to copy.
Something in Marceline snapped.
"You know what Bonnibel? I'm tired of it. I'm sick and tired of being your emotional punching bag. I understand why you're hurt now, I was drunk and should've left you alone, but I don't understand why you were so pissed before. Like I was on your personal shit list or something. I was barely here for five minutes, five, FUCKING minutes, and you decided that I was something on your shoe, easily scraped off and thrown away. And calling Ash on me like some sick puppy? Where did you even get his number? Why do you always ignore me? Why do you hate me so GODDAMNED much?" Marceline's voice had gotten louder and louder, and she rose out of her seat to tower over the princess. The entire class was watching at this point.
She scrutinized the side of Bubblegum's face, waiting for an answer.
Aside from her hand clenching tighter around the pink pen, Bubblegum said nothing, hiding her face in her hair.
Marceline asked Mrs. Trunks as soon as she came in to change seats. Mrs. Trunks gave her the only available seat left: Next to a weird kid who insisted he be referred to a Cinnamon Bun.
If Marceline had looked closer, she would've seen the tears in Bubblegum's eyes.
Bonnibel was the first one out of the door when the bell rang.
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"You WHAT?" Marshall whisper yelled at Marceline.
"What do you expect? I'm sick and tired of her treating me like shit, so I lashed out. And I'll have you know that Cinnamon Bun is an excellent lab partner when he isn't trying to sniff my hair." she replied.
"You can't do that! There's like, a rule somewhere that says that! I'm surprised her royal subjects didn't try to kill you, or something!"
"Eh. I had it covered." Marceline replied, grinning.
Marshall opened his mouth to retort, but Mr. Pig beat him to it.
"Mr. Lee, would you be able to tell me what an asymptote is?" he said, looking at the teen expectantly.
"Well, when you see this really fine girl, and you wanna let her know you like the view, you gotta be like, 'Hey gurrrrl. You gotta a fiiiiine asymptote.'" Marshall replied effortlessly, smirking.
The class laughed, and even Mr. Pig let out a chuckle, and with a shake of his head, said, "See me after school, Mr. Lee."
"It's a date." Marshall said, winking. He turned back to Marceline, ready to continue their conversation, but she shook her head, pointing to the board and copying down notes.
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"Marcy! Can I speak with you for a moment?" Billy's voice rang out amongst the chatter of kids getting ready for the bell to ring.
Marceline headed for Billy's office, sitting down on one of the chairs and waiting for Billy to enter.
He did, and closed the door, mufling the outside noise somewhat.
"So I've noticed that you've been a bit off recently. Do you want to talk about it?" He asked, sitting down on his desktop.
"Oh, you know. Girl problems." Billy knew that Marceline liked women, and the two talked quite often after class.
"Ah. I see. Any particular girl?" He ask, stroking his beard/hair.
"Well, it's this one girl. I can't understand her. And it's weird, because I'm a girl, and I should be able to know my own gender. But she puts me through so much shi-"
Billy gave her a look.
"-izz 'till I don't know what to believe." Marceline finished. Billy was a cool dude, and an awesome friend, but he was still a teacher.
"Well, is it so much to think that you like this girl?" Billy asked.
Marceline gave him a weird look, and he elaborated.
"You don't understand her, but you can read other girls like a book. Is it so much to think that you can't read her because you don't want to accept that you'd have feelings for her?"
"I never really thought about that. But it seems pretty unlikely. That'd make my some sort of masochist, or something."
Just then, the bell rang, and Marceline began to gather her things.
"Just try to keep an open mind about it, and remember, you can talk to me anytime. And don't orget the homework assignment!"
Marceline walked to the door, opened it, then looked back at Billy.
"Thanks, Billy. You've given me a lot to think about. And don't worry, that song's gonna kick ass!" She grinned, and rushed out the door, hearing Billy chuckle in the background.
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"Is she dead?" Fiona asked, poking Marceline with her fork handle.
"I don't think she's dead." Marshall replied, wrapping his arm around his girlfriend's waist.
"Although, I could be wrong. Billy could've voodoo'd her to death in the period I didn't supervise her." He joined Fiona in poking Marceline's head.
The pale girl picked her head up off the table, swatting away the two lovebirds and scowling at them.
"I'm not dead. Just. Thinking." She said, propping her head up with one hand and picking at her meal with the other.
"Don't hurt yourself, Einstein." Marshall chuckled, before talking to Fiona once again.
Marceline looked to her left. Finn and Felicity were telling each other random things, sharing couple-y smiles and inside jokes.
Marceline looked in front of her. Fionna and Marshall were telling each other about their days, and sharing cutsie little secrets with one another.
In short, Marceline felt like a fifth wheel in her circle of friends.
She found her gaze driting over to the 'popular' table, just in time to catch Bubblegum staring at her, before the pink girl looked away, pretending to be engrossed in a random conversation.
She thought about what Billy had said to her.
Could it be possible that I have feelings for Bonni?
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Marceline got home that day with one thing on her mind.
It is a ramen noodles day.
Ramen noodle days were few and far between, and were reserved only for when Marceline had internally yelled 'fuck it' and chowed down on some noodles, and wrote music until everything made sense.
As she boiled the water, she thought about Bonni.
It's weird. She thought. All I can think about as of late is Bonni.
She mulled over their relationship as she boiled the noodles for 2 minutes, stirring occasionally, as the package instructed.
Let's see. We meet. She hates me. I go to a party at her house. We somehow end up fucking. And now she hates me more than ever. Am I THAT bad in bed?
Marceline ended up boiling the noodles for a minute and fortyfive seconds, because 'she's a rebel like that'.
Once the ramen was properly, "Nomd", and the materials cleaned, she heard her father coming in.
"Hey, sport! How are you?" Hunson asked, ruffling his daughter's hair awkwardly before hanging his coat on the door.
Marceline carefully fixed her hair before replying through gritted teeth, "I'm fine, can I go to my room, now?"
"Actually, there's something I want to talk to you about." Her father said, not at all put off by her tone.
"We're having guests tomorrow. There's a man I need to make a deal with, and he's coming over so that we can discuss it. He's bringing his daughter along, and I thought you could keep her company." he said cheerily.
Marceline sighed.
"Sure. Whatever."
"Excellent! I swear, the man has the weirdest last name. His name's Taylor. Taylor Bubblegum. Can you believe that?" He laughed, putting his hat on the neerby coffee table.
"Wait, so that means his daughter's name is-"
"Bonnibel Bubblegum. Have you met her?
Shit.
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So that's it. I actually think it turned out better than the first time. I'm sorry for the long update, but my family is on vacation, and I'm splitting up my time between family and Fanfiction. Oh, and to the reviewer who asked if that song making website was fun, it's really fun and addicting. I definately recommend it.
'Till next time, have a nice day!