Drifting Off
It had been about 6 months since Marcy and I had last talked. Marceline had been busy performing at concerts, while I had been busy building the rest of the Candy Kingdom. The last time we talked was when we went to see a concert together that Marceline had liked, which featured the band logo that was on the t-shirt I wore that Marcy had given me.
But ever since then, we haven't spoken or hung out. We were both too busy to even be thinking about each other. But during that time, I had learned to control my emotions, which meant that I haven’t cried that easily lately.
After what we had talked about last year, we started hanging out again. But after a couple months, we started drifting a bit. It was everyday we hung out, then every other day, then every other week, then once a month, and so on. And I’ve hardly thought about Marcy. But while I was working, she actually had decided to pay me a visit. She flew down to talk to me, even though she knew I was working, but she didn’t care.
“Hey Peebs!” she yelled. I looked up and then turned back around. “Oh, hey Marceline.” I told her in a dull tone. Marceline’s smile faded, but continued talking. “The Candy Kingdom is looking great! When do you think it’ll be finished?” she asked. She wanted to talk with her friend, but I wasn’t all that interested.
“Uhm, soon, I guess?” I told her, Marceline started to get a bit annoyed. “Yeah just put that over there!” I yelled at a candy person. “Peebs, do you even care that I’m here right now? I know you’re focused on all this, but this is the one day I’m free and we haven’t spent any time together for a while, so I just wanted to spend some time with you today.” she explained, but I still really didn’t seem to care.
“Yeah, you’re right, I am focused on all this right now. So why don’t you leave and come back in a little while, ok?” I told her as I was staring at some blueprints. Marcy got furious and flew off, being mad at me.
Many years later
I had planned a party for my candy citizens, some other princesses, and my closest friends, Finn the Human and Jake the Dog, to come to. I was the host of this party, so I wanted it to be fun for everyone.
“Are you gonna ask Princess Bubblegum to dance?” Jake asked Finn as he snickered. Jake had known that Finn had a bit of a crush on P.B. for a little while and he wanted this to go well for him. “I-I’m not sure, dude.”
“Awe come on! This could be a good chance to talk to her, get to know her better.”
“Yeah, that is true. Okay, then. I’m gonna go ask Princess Bubblegum to dance with me!” Finn yelled–in a tone where hardly anyone heard him–as he made a fist and raised his arm high up.
“That’s the spirit! Now go to her!” Jake practically slapped Finn’s back, but Finn walked over anyway. He walked over and noticed that he started getting nervous; a couple sweat marks went down his forehead, his legs were wobbly, and he started to get a little warm. But he was gonna do it, he was gonna ask Princess Bubblegum to dance.
She walked over to see that I was frustrated. I kept pacing back and forth in front of the appetizer table. Wow, Princess Bubblegum must be stressed right now, Finn thought. But that wouldn’t stop him from asking her to dance. So he walked over there to talk things out with the princess.
“Uh, hey, P.B.” Finn said nervously. I looked over and saw Finn standing there. “Oh, hey Finn. Listen, you haven’t seen Marceline around, have you?”
“No. Why?”
“She’s supposed to be singing a few songs here today, but she’s late. And I’m wondering if she’s doing it on purpose.” I explained to him. Ugh, this is why I stopped being friends with her, she always pulls stuff like this, I thought.
Finn cleared his throat so he could speak clearly. “So, Princess,” he continued, “I was wondering if you would like to dance with me..?” he asked. “Oh Finn, I’d love to, but I have to look out for–”
“Me.”
I turned around to see Marceline standing behind me, with her bass behind her back connected to a strap, wearing black boots, jeans and t-shirt with a white skull on it, and her shaved on one side. “Glob, finally! You’re two hours late!” I yelled. “Well, I had some stuff I needed to take care of!”
“Like what? Just sitting there, watching TV and forgetting about this? I have responsibilities to take care of and you’re recking one of the most important ones: the music!” I kept yelling but all Marceline did was make her hand into a mouth shape and started waving the fingers up and down to make it look like it was talking. I was getting frustrated, so I turned my attention back on Finn.
“Anyways Finn, I’d love to dance with you, but I’m just too busy at the moment, I’m sorry.” I told him in a soft tone, completely opposite from how I talked to Marceline. “Oh, that’s alright, I understand!” He said in a happy tone, and he did completely understand, so he didn’t fake the tone or anything.
“Wow. You won’t even dance with a good guy like him? That’s just cold, Bonnie.” Marcy told me, giving me a complete attitude. Which was getting on my nerves. “Come on Finn, I’ll dance with you.” she told her friend as she slung her arm around him. “Oh, okay.” They walked to the dance floor while I just stood there, watching them.
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Marcy and Finn were dancing before Finn had accidentally stepped on Marceline’s foot. “OW! Finn, watch where you’re stepping! Don’t be a terrible dancer now!” Finn let go of the vampire’s hips and backed up a bit, “Oops! Sorry!” Marcy then just started floating. “You know, P.B. looks jealous,” she pointed out. Finn looked over and saw the princess watching them, and it wasn’t a very pleasant look either. It was the kind of look that looked like she was jealous.
“Oh man, I don’t want her to be jealous. I just wanted to dance with her, that's all.”
“Well now's your chance, because I’m done dancing. Plus you should be thanking me, I gave you a little practice at least.” Marcy told him as she chuckled and flew over to Princess Bubblegum.
“Sounds good Pep But!” I said through my microphone. I saw Finn walk over, along with Marceline. “Alright, Peebs. Listen up,” she told me before I interrupted. “I told you to stop calling me that nickname.” And that’s what made Marcy get to my limit. “All right, your majesty,” and that’s when I got furious, but didn’t say anything, “You’re gonna dance with Finn.”
“I told him that I can’t–”
“BECAUSE! One, he’s been wanting to dance with you. Two, he’s an amazing hero. And three,” Marcy got a bit closer as her voice got quieter too, “He’s your friend. So I think, the polite thing to do is dance with a great friend and hero, like Finn over here.” she pointed to Finn, who smiled and waved nervously. Marceline looked back at me with a furious look, which I had too. “Fine. I’ll do it, for Finn.”
“Wait, are we gonna dance?” Finn asked me politely. “Yes, Finn. We’re gonna dance.” I told him in a happy tone, smiling at him while giggling a bit.
We were both on the dance floor. Finn had his arms on my waist while I had my hands placed on Finn’s shoulders. Finn tried to start up a conversation so we weren't just dancing in silence awkwardly. Then he thought, “Uhm, you did an amazing job designing this party!” I giggled a bit, “Thanks man. Yeah it was mainly me and Pep But who designed this. It took a few hours but it got done quicker than I thought.” I explained, and Finn just nodded in interest.
There was silence for a moment. “Marceline told me I was a terrible dancer...” Finn told me, and my smile immediately faded. “Don’t listen to her. She’ll just make you feel bad about it.” I told him in a dull, yet firm tone.
There was more silence for a moment. “Were... you two close?” I looked down with a scared expression on my face. “Yeah... we were. We- we used to date...” I confessed. I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone that. I saw that Finn was shocked for a second, but responded with an “wow.”
“Uhm, I-I have something to take care of!”
“Princess, are you okay?”
“Yeah! Totally! Now I’ve gotta run! Sorry to cut it short with our dance, Finn!” I ran off with a look on my face like she was about to cry. Which I was, so I ran up to my room, and slammed her door. No one knew why I slammed my door so loudly, except Marceline. She knew that I was gonna start crying, and she knew that it was all her fault.
She sat at the windowsill and strummed a few strings on her bass guitar. She sighed in despair, as she started to grow tired. Tired emotionally.