"Hey, I'm gonna have to cancel tonight! I'm so sorry, I remembered that I had other plans. But you could come round and help me pick an outfit?" PB asks, sitting down next to Marceline. Marceline rakes a hand through her hair, sighing, "Sure, yeah. Great." After Princess doesn't respond for a while, Marceline breaks the silence, "So what's more important than spending a night with me eating cookie dough and watching tv?" She laughs, "I, well, someone asked me out on a date. Not that it's more important, but I'm seeing you tomorrow anyways." A date. Bonnie was going on a date? With who? Great now I definitely have to help her pick an outfit for tonight. If I cancel, she'll know something's up. "Who with?" "Huh?" PB asks, turning around to face me, "Who's your date with, you butt." "Finn." I sit there in shock for a second before responding, "Finn? Finn Finn? My Finn? Blonde hair, short, with the white beanie Finn?" PB nods in response.
As she rambled on and on about what she was going to wear, I realised that PB had been pretty weird with me, too. After the concert, something strange happened. Maybe it's just me. I don't know. I mean, there must be something wrong with me if I'm helping the girl I'm in love with go on a date with one of my closest friends. What was even up with that? I mean, Jake knows how much I like PB, has Finn not worked it out yet? It's not like things would work out between me and her. Maybe I should just let her have fun on her date. Right? I'm good. I'm fine with it.
I'm cool. Marcy, if you're so fine with it, you wouldn't be wanting to break something right now, I think to myself. Go figure. "Marceline. Marceline!" I jump at the sound if the Princess raising her voice. "Huh, what?" I say, turning to face her. She frowns and goes back to her clothes, grabbing two outfits and showing them to me, "This one," she says, holding up a black pencil skirt, with a white shirt and a blue denim jacket, "Or this one," she says again, holding up a white football based t-shirt with the number 15 printed on it, and a pair of pink skinny jeans to go with it. "Second one. It's Finn. He wouldn't mind if you showed up wearing a trash bag." I say spitefully, falling back against the bed and closing my eyes. I hear her huff. "What? What is it?" "Nothing." She replies. "No, go on. Spill the beans, Princess!" "What's your problem, Marceline?!" She shouts, throwing both sets of clothes onto the floor. I stand up, grabbing my backpack, "You wouldn't care if I told you. Have fun on your date, PB." I spit the word 'date' out of my mouth as if it were venom before running downstairs, outside, and to my bike. Luckily, the sting of the wind on my face as I rode around our town made it feel like I wasn't crying. But I knew I was.
Wait to go, Marceline. Wait. To. Go.
It was 1am when I heard a knock on my door. "Who the hell is it- Oh. Did your date not go well or something." I say to the girl stood before me. The pink haired girl. She walks in and shoves me. "What is your problem, Marceline?!" I'm taken aback by her sudden act of rage, "Seriously, what the hell?!" She says, pushing me again. "You wanna know what my problem is? You. You're my freaking problem! You and your perfect hair, you and your perfect face. You and your perfect everything! You want to know why you're my problem? Because I know you'll never love me the way I love you!" I shout. It only takes a second for what I've just said to register with Bonnie before she pushes her lips onto mine. I don't pull back.