her darling

Chapter 15

Reese's POV

After the party at Romy's, I began to hyperfixate on Marceline, as I always do.
We want different things, I know that, so why would I chase after her?
She wants a relationship and I can't give it to her, so why bother clinging onto her?
I sound like a broken record.

We're on different paths and yet I'm still sat in my room, rubbing her worn underwear against my slick folds, desperate to be close to anything that reminded me of her.
Her intoxicating scent mixed with my own and I closed my eyes, enjoying the adrenaline and ecstacy running through my body as I reached my climax.
Fuck.

My chest lifted up and down in slow paced movements as my mind raced with thoughts. The attraction between us was still there, so was the chemistry.
Also, I just miss everything about her.
I miss the cute face that she would make whenever she was really focused on something, the way that she couldn't help but smile or laugh whenever I said something stupid, her sarcastic sense of humor and most of all, her eyes. Her deep, adoring eyes.
I could geniunely stare at her for hours, as if she was the one that put the stars in the sky.

I somehow have to keep her in my life.
Friends with benefits? No, that's stupid.
A relationship? Coming out to everyone doesn't seem like something I can do at this moment.

My ears felt like they were ringing as realization dawned on me.
What if we just...had a relationship and kept it a secret?

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Marceline's POV

Is it cliche to say that I hate Mondays?

I leaned against my locker, my fingers lazily messing with the lock to put in the code.
I haven't even had one lesson yet and I already felt done for the day. I heard a small click emit from my lock and I opened the door with ease.
I frowned, immediately puzzled by the sight before me.

A singular red rose, a teddy bear and a pink enveloped note sat neatly, waiting for me.
I picked up envelope and opened it hesitantly. Inside the envelope was a paper, and on it in pretty cursive letters was written:

𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮, 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓾𝓼 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓵𝔂. 𝓘𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱, 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮.
𝓜𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵, 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮?
- 𝓡. ♡

I reread the letter over and over.
I can tell that she wrote this carefully, since her handwriting is usually big and sloppy.
I sighed, putting the letter against my chest, trying to decide what to do.

Should I go and see her?

That thought was stuck in my head for the rest of the day, I was barely focused during any of my classes and as the end of the day arrived, I made my way towards the skate park. My vision felt blurred and I felt as if I was watching myself from a third person perspective, putting one foot in front of the other to take a step as if I was on autopilot.

My thoughts were rudely interrupted by Lo's voice, "Marceline, how you doing, huh? It's been a while." her hand gently grabbed my arm.
I stopped walking, looking at my arm then at her, "Huh?"
"I asked how you're doing?"
"I'm doing good." I started tapping my foot impatiently.
"That's good, I was just wondering if-"
"Lo, I kind of have somewhere to be, could we wrap this up please?" my eyes stayed glued towards the direction of the skate park.
She cleared her throat, "I was wondering if you'd be willing to go on another date with me? I know that our last conversation wasn't all that good, but I think we had something really special-"
"Yeah, okay, I'll think about it." I jerked my arm out of her grip, barely aware of what I agreed to as my mind was elsewhere.
"I'll call you, okay?"
"Yeah, 'Kay." I wasn't even listening but left as soon as I answered.