Under the blazing LA sun, Marceline sits on a bench outside her apartment, absorbed in a book about psychic empathy—a subject close to her heart. Suddenly, a familiar voice breaks her concentration."That book is one of my favorites."Marceline looks up to see Willow Smith standing before her, her presence causing a stir among onlookers."Willow!" "Oh my God!" "She's here!"
Marceline nervously brushes her locs aside, mesmerized by Willow's beauty."Um, just getting into it," she stammers, then adds with a hint of disbelief, "Aren't you Willow Smith? Well, duh, you're Willow Smith, but like, why are you talking to me?"
Willow responds with a charming smile, "Something about you made me talk to you. Maybe it's your locs or your beautiful face."
Marceline feels her cheeks flush as Willow takes the book from her hand and swiftly pens something inside. As Willow hands the book back and disappears up the apartment stairs, Marceline is left in disbelief. Did that really just happen? What did she write?Looking down at the book, Marceline's eyes widen as she reads Willow's handwriting: "Apartment A1." It's all she wrote. Marceline realizes that Willow must think she lives in the same apartment building as her—which she does."W-what did she write?" a random fan nearby asks eagerly."Did she give you her number?" another person chimes in.Marceline can barely contain her excitement as she clutches the book to her chest, the encounter with Willow replaying in her mind over and over again.Marceline, after a moment of hesitation, decides to make her way to Willow's apartment. She walks down the hall, feeling a mix of anticipation and lingering anxiety. When she arrives at Willow's door, she knocks softly, her heart pounding in her chest.After a brief moment, the door swings open, revealing Willow on the other side. "Hi," Willow says with a warm smile, inviting Marceline in."Hi," Marceline responds, feeling a rush of nervousness as she steps into Willow's apartment. The air is thick with the scent of incense and weed, the vines on her walls .. the posters her apartment was beautiful.. Despite her initial anxiety, she can't help but be drawn in by the inviting atmosphere of Willow's apartment."Why'd you give me your apartment number?" Marceline asks, her voice barely above a whisper.Willow shrugs nonchalantly, taking another drag from her blunt. "I told you, you're pretty. I like pretty girls," she replies with a playful smirk, the smoke swirling around her like a halo.
"You can sit, don't be scared," Willow says, her voice reassuring.Taking a deep breath, Marceline settles onto the couch, her nerves still tingling with excitement. "You smell like weed and my grandma's perfume," Willow remarks, her tone teasing.Marceline's cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I- wowww, oh my God," she stammers, feeling a mixture of mortification and awe."I tried to cover up the smell," Marceline admits sheepishly, feeling a bit exposed under Willow's gaze."Here, oh and what's your name?" Willow asks, handing Marceline the blunt.Marceline accepts the blunt, her fingers brushing against Willow's as she takes it. "Marceline," she responds, taking a puff and holding Willow's gaze. In that moment, as she looks into Willow's hazel eyes, Marceline can't help but be captivated by her beauty. Everything about her seems to glow with an ethereal allure."Damn, you're perfect," Willow says, admiration evident in her tone."Perfect? I wouldn't say that," Marceline replies, blushing at the unexpected compliment.Willow grins, shaking her head. "Nah, you've got a fire-ass name, you're fine as hell, and you live in the same building as me," she says, her smirk playful.As they settle in, Marceline can't help but feel grateful for the unexpected encounter with Willow. Little did she know, this chance meeting would mark the beginning of an unforgettable connection.They browse through Willow's collection of films, eventually settling on a classic favorite they both adore: "The Matrix." With the movie playing in the background, they share moments of laughter, occasional whispers, and stolen glances.As the credits roll, Marceline realizes that spending time with Willow feels surprisingly natural and exhilarating. She can't wait to see what other adventures await them.
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Marceline | willow smith
Fanfictionwhen Marceline was sitting on a bench outside of her apartment complex and she sees willow smith , yes the willow smith . apparently willow lives in the same apartment complex as Marcelline and Shes a really big fan.
