Marceline had made it through her first day. She was sick of reading syllabus after syllabus and she just wanted to go home but she had to visit her father. She walked through the parking lot to her car. As she placed her hand on the door handle, she saw a flash of pink out of her peripheral vision. She looked up so fast she almost gave herself whiplash. Marceline smiled to herself, it was exactly who she was hoping it was. She watched Bonnie trudge down the parking lot, carrying three textbooks in her arms and struggling to keep her heavy backpack square on her back. Once she got to her pristine pink Volkswagen Beetle, she lifted the textbooks to the top of her car and let her backpack drop to the ground letting out a frustrated groan.
Marceline laughed to herself a little and finally entered her car. Her very old and unreliable car. It was a damn beater that she despised with her whole being. She put her key into the ignition and turned. The engine sputtered but didn't start. "Come on, really?" She growled to herself. She tried again to no avail. "I'm going to fucking scream I swear to God" She tried again and ended up screaming. She hit her hands on the steering wheel out of frustration and leaned back, she looked over to where Bonnie's pink car had just left. Three books were splayed on the ground and one looked like it had been run over.
'Shit, she must've forgotten they were on her roof.' Marceline thought to herself. She got out of her car and retrieved the books. They weren't in too bad of shape, besides some folded pages and the massive tire tracks on one. She walked back to her car with them, put them in the passenger's seat and tried turning her car on one last time. The engine sputtered but came to life. She grinned widely and backed out of the parking lot.
Her drive home was short, or at least it seemed short. Her mind was on what she should do about the textbooks. 'Will she think I'm creepy? I mean in order for me to know they were her books she'd have to know I was watching her.' She bit her lip and at a stop sign she opened the cover, hoping to see a name scribbled inside that she could use as plausible deniability. Nope, blank pages. 'Maybe I could just put them back? No, these things are like $500 each, they'd either get stolen or fucked up'
Her worrying almost caused her to miss the turn to her father's home, to catch it she quickly turned into the drive with a loud screech. She stopped at the door to Night-O's Ap expecting you!" Hudson apparently chose to disregard what had just happened on his doorstep. He was buttoning up his dress shirt, making no effort to hide what he had just been up to. Marceline looked away from his sweaty chest and fake gagged
"Dad, we've had today scheduled for a week. Don't pull that shit with me." She crossed her arms and leaned against the kitchen table.
"Oh that's right! I'm sorry Marceline. I've just had such a horrendous time with the tenants. These people just continue to take advantage of my kindness." He pushed his oiled hair back and wrapped his arms around his daughter, who recoiled a little but ended up letting him hug her. She did love her father after all, she couldn't help it. He was creepy, self-centered and rude but he was still her father. "You know one of these days I'm just going to go bankrupt because of them. They're just so lucky they have me as their landlord." He shook his head in fake sincerity.
Marceline rolled her eyes and pulled away. Last time she had seen him, he had bragged about just doubling his tenant's rent under the guise of the building needing renovations that would never happen. "That's great dad. Do you have my package?"
"Of course Marceline! It's in your old room." He quickly turned away to go and fill a cup with whisky.
Marceline walked to the room that she spent her teen years in. She looked around at the bare walls and almost empty closet. She had moved out and into her boyfriend Ash's apartment about two weeks ago. Ash admittedly wasn't much better than Hudson, but she loved her boyfriend. Or at least that's what she told herself. She sat on the bare mattress and fell back, staring at the ceiling, covered in glow-in-the-dark stars. She then reached her hand out to the Amazon package she had come for. It was open. She groaned and dropped the package on her bed, Hudson was such a snoop, and that was one of the reasons she had moved out. She picked the package back up and made sure the guitar strings and pack of skull shaped picks hadn't been stolen. They were both still there, so she got up to leave, internally reminding herself to change the address on her Amazon account.
"Bye Dad." She said without even looking at him.
"Wait, Marcy!" He shouted after her. She closed the apartment door anyway and finally went home.