Why do I even bother?

Daddy Problems 101

"Well, it was just a run-in. I don't think she meant any harm. Besides, she apologized, Marcy. Don't worry about it," Bubblegum smiled, after Marceline had told her about her little hit and run with Ashley the other day and Marshall's strange question. She had dragged Pb to the lockers, telling her the full story.

Marceline grimaced, "Maybe. But as I said, that 'apology' sounded as fake as Kylie Jenner's lips."

*BINGGGGG*

Sighing, Bonnibel gave up, "Marceline, give it up. And I've  got to get to class,
see you at third period." Bonnibel pulled Marceline's hand off her shoulder, waved, and dashed off to class.

"UGH." Marcy groaned, furrowing her brow and walking the opposite way to class.

Not even Ms. Genius herself gets it? Wow.

Marceline took a long sigh.

Maybe I should give it up. It's not that big of a deal, I guess. That would be better for everyone, anyway.

She trudged down the hall towards her next class.

~•~

"I'm just a notch in your bed post but you're just a line is a song~"

*CRASH*

"Ugh! Swachbl!" Marceline shouted, bending down to pick up the glass vase her fluffy pup had knocked over.

"And this was $25. Guess you gotta join the host club, little bud."

She shook her head and smiled, picking up the poodle. They rocked back in forth for a bit, as Marcy groomed Swachbl, whom was licking the girls hand. At least I know there's some good in the world.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud crashing downstairs.

"Why the hell is there always messes being made here?"

Without a hint of shock or surprise, Marceline creeped down the ladder leading to the first floor of the house (which she lived in alone).

Are they in the kitchen? She curved around a pink wall, entering the kitchen. A man with slick hair and a business suit stood there, gobbling down the remains of the apple pie Marceline had had the night before.

There was a long moment of silence before the girl let out a exasperated sigh, covering her face.

The old business man glanced up at her, brushing off the crumbs on his suit and hurriedly standing up.

"Get out dad. I told you I don't want you here."

Her dad chuckled, "Awh, c'mon Marcy! Is a crippled old man not allowed to visit his baby daughter?"

"First of all, I'm not a child. Second of all, I told you to get out. I don't want you here." She repeated in a harsh tone.

"Fine, fine," her father grumbled. "But don't you at least want to know why I'm here?"

"No. Get out."

"Harsh."

He got up and jumped out the window, which Marceline quickly rushed to.

"I knew you cared! And just to let you know, you're invited to my wedding!" He yelled from the ground, waving to Marceline. "I'll email the deets!"

"WHAT?!" She screamed, slamming the window. I thought mom was his one and only. Guess he never broke his habit of lying to the ones he cares about.

Furiously, she reopened the window, and shouted one last thing. "And don't say deets, you're not cool!"

But he was already gone. Like always.