# High School 3 #
Marceline and Princess Bubblegum walked up to Finn and Jake's house. In the driveway was parked a car. It wasn't flashy, but was obviously a nice car.
Finn perked out from behind it."Awesome right?".
Marceline nodded. "Sweet ride." She looked down at Jake, who was looking at the engine of the car, oil smeared over one cheek. "Where'd you get it?"
"Jeremiah, (our brother), sent to from his trip across the states. Jake hasn't stopped working on it for like, 4 hours straight."
Jake barely grunted from where he stood. His mop of blonde hair hung in his face as he looked down at the cars scattered metal parts.
# High School 2 #
Princess Bubblegum stepped inside the school, Marceline by her side. Marceline kept her head down. Shading her face.
As they walked to English, Princess Bubblegum look at Marceline's hooded face. "Seriously. Why is your hood up?"
Marceline sighed. "After you beat the shit out of someone, you tend to become... unpopular. You do not want to be seen with me right now."
Princess Bubblegum rolled her eyes. "Come on, I don't care whether I'm popular or not. Take the hood off. You did the school a favor by flattening Ash."
Marceline looked over at Princess Bubblegum, who was looking at her with honest eyes. Marceline
# High School #
Simon parked the truck in front of the house. "Here we are, Marce!" Marceline looked out the window, a slightly bored expression on her face. The house wasn't bad. It was big and had a view of a big forest.
And Marceline would be living there. She sighed and slammed the car door behind her as she got out, squinting slightly at the sudden sunlight. She went around to the trunk where Simon was grabbing a box and grabbed one as well They walked to the house.
Simon fiddled with the key as a small, black and white dog barked in his arms. "Shhhhh. Calm down Gunther." He finally unlocked the door and flung it open. "Tada!"
# The Shirt #
Princess Bubblegum franitcly searched through her papers. She had to find the documentation on the sale of a house on the corner of 7th and 9th. The owners were in a tizzy because someone was moving in and apparently they weren't moving out. As she searched, someone snuck in the window behind her. They crept up silently in till they were a few inches from her neck. They suddenly put put their hands on her shoulders and hissed.
"Aaaahhhh!" Princess Bubblegum yelled and spun around. Marceline was floating there, a silly grin on her face. Princess Bubblegum blushed. "Marceline! What are you coming here? It's 12:00 at night!
# Family 2 #
The kids immediately scattered. Running across the yard, looking at the cake and staring longingly at the pile of presents. The adults laughed and talked. "So, Finn how's it being a father?" Marceline said and grinned.
Finn dragged his hand down his face. "Sleepless." Everybody laughed.
Angel came over and poked Queen Bubblegum. "Can we open presents now? Please!" Queen Bubblegum smiled.
"Alright." Angel rushed back, and she, Buddy and Shane rushed to the pile of presents. Everybody settled down on the grass.
"You get first pick, Shane. Your oldest." Angel groaned.
"That's so unfair!" She quieted down as S
# Family #
Princess Bubblegum sat a the dinner table, across from Marceline. "So, what happened in the Nightosphere?"
Marceline rolled her eyes. "Business as usual, just people bickering about who gets more land. How was your day ,babe?" Princess Bubblegum twirled her fork in her spaghetti. She had been feeling weird all day. Probably just the pregnancy.
"Okay." She suddenly yelped in pain. Marceline looked up from her dinner, concerned.
"What's wrong?" Princess Bubblegum's eyes were wide.
"It's happening." Marceline looked confused. She looked down at Princess Bubblegum's pregnant belly.
"You mean...."
"My water just
I'm coming out: I'm straight by DeadmansCrescendo, literature
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I'm coming out: I'm straight
Mom? Mum? Can I talk to you?
My voice quivered. Both of them looked up at me. Moms head was in Mums lap. Mum was slowly stroking her forehead, leaning down to kiss her forehead while still staring at me intently. A satanic bible was placed in Mums lap, the thin, withered pages torn in a few places from continued reading. You know you can talk to us about anything, Mom said, smiling, sitting up a bit straighter. She leaned over to kiss Mum, who kissed her back. I took a seat on the couch and pulled my knees up to my chin, staring down at my cuticles. Even for a guy, they were pretty nasty.
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