We were drunk. Very, very drunk. Jake spins me around and I fall on the couch, laughing at my drunk/dizzy state. I look over to see all of my friends dancing together. Hold on. Something's not right. Where's Finn and Bonnie? "Bonnie? Bonnie!" I shout, stumbling around the house. I find my way to the kitchen and see Bonnie. And Finn. Together. A little too together. I watched as my girlfriend repeatedly kissed my bestfriend. I laugh and walk away, finding a small cupboard. I sit down and laugh. The laughing soon turns into tears and the tears soon turn into a deep, drunk sleep.
"What the, ow!" I say, leaning forward and pulling a high heel from behind me. Am I in a cupboard? What the fuck happened last night... Oh. Oh, yeah. I remember. I remember way too clearly. I open the cupboard door and wince at the bright morning sky shining through the windows. I see Bonnie lying on the floor with a lamp shade on her head. I sigh and pick her up, finding her bag and taking that with me. I carry her outside and into her way-too-pink car. I take the keys out of her bag and open the door, lying her across the seats. She was knocked out cold, and I was kinda glad. I got into the drivers seat and started the engine.
"Sleep well, Bonnie. I really hope you don't remember last night. 'Cause I sure as hell don't want to." I say to a still sleeping PB as I lay her in her bed. As I walked home, I felt the tears roll down my cheeks. Wow. I knew something bad would happen.
I slammed the door behind me and climbed up my stairs. I rip the candy-dress off and drag myself into bed. Maybe if I sleep, I can forget what happened.
Come on, Marce. You know that's not the case.
"Ugh." I say, rolling over in my bed. My phone was ringing and I really couldn't be bothered to answer it right now. I grab it anyways, groaning at the amount of missed calls and texts. Most of them were from Bonnie. A lot from Finn, too. Great. I listen to the voicemails. "Marceline, where'd you go baby? You must have driven us home but, why didn't you stay? Call me back." "Marcy, I'm getting worried, are you home? I stopped by but no one answered. Marce, where are you?" "Did I do something? I'm sorry if I did, last night is hazy. Call me back." I sigh and read Finn's texts. "Oh god I'm sorry." "Text me back" "I'm really sorry." I decide to text him back, "Leave it. Don't tell anyone. Bonnie doesn't remember. Don't tell her. No one." He replies instantly. "Why?" "You owe me. Tell anyone and I'll do something crazy." He doesn't reply. I call Bonnie back, "Hey babe, sorry-" "Sorry? Where are you? What happened?" I laugh to hide away the sadness in my voice, "nothing babe, I'm at home. Just woke up, slept like a pig. Sorry." "Oh, okay. Want me to come over?" "No. It's fine. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye." I quickly put the phone down and fall forwards onto my bed. I scream into my pillow and cry. Great. Fucking great.