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"Ugh," Marceline starts, pausing her laptop on her bed. "I am not ready for school to start up again."
"Yeah, it kinda sucks, but I am kind of excited to see my friends almost everyday again without having to make plans." Marshall Lee says with a nod, sitting up from Marceline's bed.
"I guess but I really just wanna see Bonnie and Ash."
"Aren't you and Ash supposed to hang out today?" Marshall says with an overdramatic roll of his eyes.
"Yeah, in like an hour."
"You know he sucks right? Like, he is utterly awful." Marshall says with a shrug.
"Shut up Marshall." Marceline responds.
"Come on. He. Is. An. Asshole."
"And you aren't?"
"I never claimed not to be."
"Fuck off please." Marceline says, flipping him off.
"No need to be rude." Marshall says walking out of Marceline's, light purple walled, room.
Marceline gets up from her bed and walks over to her closet.
"Also!" Marshall practically yells at Marceline's door. "We need to finish that damn movie. I'm invested in the subtext that isn't actually there but I pretend is there."
"Yeah, it's not there because it's wrong." Marceline says looking through her closet.
"I'm never wrong about this stuff, Marcy. Never." He says walking away.
Marceline pulls out 3 outfits. The first is a black dress that has laces criss-crossing in the back that she plans to pair with her signature red boots, the second is a plain black button-up tucked into black ripped jeans with, again, her red boots, the third is a graphic t-shirt with a cat on it under a black corset, a black mini skirt and maroon converse.
Marceline tries on the first outfit and calls out for Marshall and Simon.
"What." Marshall storms in. "I was literally just about to make my mac and cheese."
"How does this outfit look?" Marceline does a little twirl and Marshall does too, mocking hers.
"Fine. It looks fine. Can I please go now?"
"No. Not unless you bring Simon here."
"Just call him. You literally have a phone for a reason." Marshall says walking out, probably to go make his lunch.
"I use my phone to talk to Bubblegum, who lives like 30 minutes away, not to call Simon who lives downstairs!" She yells after him.
Simon walks into her room after she'd changed into her second outfit.
"That's a lovely outfit, you could add a maroon beanie too." Simon says as he walks into her room.
"Ooh! Not a bad idea but this is outfit 2 of 3. The first has a nice dress and the third involves a corset."
"Interesting! Do you want help choosing?"
"Maybe. I don't think I'm gonna go with the dress, it's too boring for me."
"So the corset one is the last to try and see if you like it, right?"
"Mhm!" Marceline says with a hard nod.
"Okay, I'm gonna go make sure Marshall hasn't started a fire." Simon says with a wave walking out of the room.
I honestly have no idea why Marshall continues trying to cook when he has literally started multiple fires. Small fires, but still.
Marceline puts on her last outfit and looks in her mirror.
I think this might be the outfit. Marceline thought with a sharp toothed smirk.
"Simon told me to stay away from the kitchen." Marshall says, whining as he walks into Marceline's room and flops on her bed.
"What about your mac and cheese?" Marceline says only half listening.
"Half of it was burnt and the other half was uncooked. Not sure what I did wrong but at least Simon's gonna make me more." Marshall says with a muffled voice, face squished into Marceline's mattress.
"..oh that's cool." Marceline says, still looking at herself in the mirror.
"Okay, come on. How long have you and Ash been dating? Like a year right? Why do you still try so hard with your outfits when he literally will wear a stained shirt that's like bright red and stained athletic shorts that are lime green. He doesn't care, why should you?" he asks, genuinely curious.
"Cause it's fun to dress up sometimes. I'm not doing it for him," she says, telling almost the truth.
I'm not lying, I just don't want to tell him that Ash gets annoyed when we hang out and I don't look my best.
"I know that but I just don't get it. I feel like you only dress up like that when you go out to see him or to see Bubblegum." He says.
"And you only dress up to go hang out with Gumball." Marceline says, hoping the conversation will stop at the mention of Bubblegum's little brother. Marceling watches her brother's face go slightly red and starts stuttering slightly.
"Uh! I-I do not. I look amazing all the time so it doesn't matter what I wear and who I hang out with." He says, his blush fading.
"Guys! The macaroni and cheese is done!" They could hear Simon yelling through the house. Marshall gets up as fast as possible and Marceline thinks there is a slight possibility he will run for it but he doesn't, he just walks really fast. Marshall hates physical exercise unless he doesn't know that it's considered exercise. Like he loves to dance but if anyone ever told him it counts as exercise he would never dance again.
Marceline decides the third outfit is her favorite and walks down the stairs. They're house isn't too big but it's bigger than the house Marceline and Marshall first moved into after being adopted by Simon. That house wasn't really a house, it was a small apartment with only one bedroom, a bathroom, a small kitchen, and a living room. Simon gave up the bedroom as soon as he took them home at the age of 8 and 9. He slept on the reclining chair and they shared the bed.
Marceling walks into the kitchen to find a bowl full of mac and cheese at her normal seat. She sits next to Marshall who is wolfing down his food and looking at his phone. He appears to be texting someone but before Marceline can ask who it is he starts laughing at his phone, almost uncontrollable laughter. When he finally notices Marceline staring at him he quiets down and types out a response.
"Who ya textin'?" She asks as she takes a big bite of her lunch.
"I dunno, maybe in the fridge?" Marshall responds, obviously not paying attention.
"You mind if I check?" She asks with a sly grin that Marshall can't see.
"I guess." He says.
"Cool." She says as she snatches his phone from him. "Haha! You're texting Gumball?"
"Yes I am now, can I have my phone back?" He says nonchalantly with his hand extended outward for Marceline to put his phone in his hand. He notices her start typing something. "What the hell are you doing? Give me my phone!" He says almost yelling.
" Oh Gumball, even though you've dyed your hair pink to copy your awesome, amazing older sister I still love you." Marceling says imitating Marshall's voice while typing out the words.
"DO FUCKING NOT!" Marshall screams, ripping his phone out of her hands.
"Hey, you gave me consent to touching your phone." She says with an innocent smile.
"I do not give a shit." He says erasing the text his older sister typed out.
"Why are you being such a potty mouth today Marshall Lee?" She asks.
"Because you piss me off. Do I go through your phone and type some stupid fucking text to Bubblegum about your love for her? No. The answer is no." He says yelling.
"Eh." She says shrugging, shoving a couple more mouth fills of her lunch in her mouth.
"Why are you guys fighting?" Simon asks, trying to play mediator.
"Because she doesn't understand privacy."
"Okay, snitch." Marceline says finishing her mac and cheese. Marshall's phone dings and he must've gotten a text from Gumball because nobody else really texts him except for his best friend.
The doorbell rings and Marceline checks her phone to find the time and realizes Ash is here.
"Later losers." She says walking towards the door.
"By Marceline, be safe." Simon yells after her.
"Break up with your a-hole boyfriend." Marshall yells. Marceling turns around and flips him off with a laugh. Marceling opens the door to find Ash messing around on his phone, wearing… lime green stained athletic shorts and a bright red stained t-shirt. How did Marshall know?
"Hey Ash." Marceline says at the door.
"Hey. You were taking so long I almost left without you." He said. Marceline laughing and Ash being serious. She walks out of her house and to Ash's car. She opens the door and sits down, buckling her seatbelt up. Ash does the same and pulls out his phone to play music.
I don't want to listen to this right now.
"Hey, can we maybe listen to some of my music?"
"No, your music sucks."