"What is up with her?!" I shout, sitting on my seat-swing thing that was hung from my ceiling, plucking my bass. "Don't worry about it so much, Marceline. Does it bother you that much?" "Yes!" I shout, jumping from the swing, landing perfectly on the floor and leaning my bass against the wall, "I mean, why is she being such a jerk for? What did we do to her?" "Probably because we stole her popularity." "Who cares about popularity?!" "She does." I groan and fall back on my bed, rubbing my eyes, "She's such a dick." "Calm down," Bonnie says, crawling towards me and lying down beside me. She holds my hand and squeezes it. I squeeze hers back and she laughs, "You're so tense." "Isn't this how I am all the time?" "You need to be calm, like me." I groan again, "Being calm is boring." She shrugs, "You're right, but being calm hurts less people." "Not all the time-" she sighs and kisses me. "Calm enough?" "Totally."
"And then he says, 'What? You have wieners in Denmark?!'" We all laugh at Jake's punch line until LSP walks past with her new friends. After the sleep over, she began to shut each one of us out. Not that she cared, though. LSP had new friends. And they looked pretty... Different. Our school was an average school, I mean, there were gay couples - obviously - but people didn't really seem to care that much. However, these new friends of LSP's seemed to be a new kind of homophobic. As they walked passed, they all grimaced and made gagging sounds, staring at us. "Take a picture! It'll last longer you bunch of cu-" "Marce, it's okay." Bonnie says, grabbing my hand and squeezing it. I bite my tongue and close my eyes, calming myself down. I had handled homophobic before, but not like this. "Homophobic jackasses." I growl. "Who would have thought LSP would be a homophobe..." Finn says. We all go quiet because we all knew we were thinking the same thing; we all missed LSP. Well, the old LSP, anyways. I sigh and lie my head into Bonnie's lap. "It's okay sweetie." She says, stroking my hair. I don't reply because I didn't know if it would be okay.
"Can you come round tonight?" I ask Bonnie. She bites her lip and rubs the back of her neck, "I can't. Uh, I'll text you? I'm sorry." She hugs me and I breathe her in. She smells like bubblegum, but much sweeter. "Okay. Text me." We break apart and walk our seperate ways.
"Ugh." I groan, throwing another dart at my dartboard. Taped to my dartboard were the names of people I hated, and taped to the bullseye was LSP. I felt awful as I threw my last dart and it landed on LSP's name. I groaned again and raked a hand through my hair, reaching down and grabbing a can of beer from my six pack that was border lining a two pack. I never did this. Y'know, got drunk at home because I was sad. I hated being sad. It was pointless. And being drunk and sad was just... Pitiful. Yet I gulped down the can I had grasped in my hand, until I heard a knock on my door. "What the-" I stumble downstairs and open the door to see Bonnie. "Hey." She says. "Hey, are you okay?" "I'm fine. Can I come in?" "You don't need to ask. This is basically your house too." I see her blush and she walks in, dropping her backpack onto the floor, "The homophobes have literally kept me up all night. I snuck out." "Tell me about it- you what?!" I hiccup. She frowns, "You're drunk." "And you snuck out! Why did you sneak out! Why not just tell your uncle you're coming here?" "That's why I snuck out, Marce. He doesn't want me coming here." She sighs, slumping down onto the couch. "Why?" I ask, falling down next to her, "He doesn't like people who hurt me. I tried to explain that the break up was my fault, but he wouldn't listen. He's kind of ignoring me at the moment, but last time I asked to see you he put me under house arrest. I've been sneaking out for weeks now." I stare at her, unblinking.