My Sweet Little Bubblegum

Chapter 1: isolation

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Ugh....what the hell? MARSHALL! LEAVE ME ALONE!" I yell to my annoying twin brother. I roll out of bed and open the door

"I told you im not going anywere near him. He dosent get to just come back into our lives after 12 years and act like everythings OK! We needed him and he never was there for us! Simon and betty was!.

"Okay okay. Geez sis, i know its hard but please give dad a chance. It was hard for him too. Just try to understand that." Marshall says in his monotone voice.
I think about what he says and i look dead at him in his emerald green eyes and say "you are as stuipid as he is. That man in there is not my father. If he was he wouldve been there for us when MOM DIED! thats it im leaving."

I shove marshall out of the way and find any breifcases i can find in our storage closet and put them on my bed. I go through my droors, packing any clothes i can grab and grab my favorite red bass guitar of its stand and walk out the penthouse doors and into the elevator.

I then grab my phone and start going through my contacts. I tap my foot to the elevator muisic playing. I could call keila and ask her to stay at her place, but she's busy taking care of her little brothers. Im not sure im ready for handeling little kids right now. I cant call simon, with all he's going through. Bettys trying to help simon everyday with his Alzheimer's. I dont think i can stand to see poor simon like that. Simon basically raised me and marshall whenever dad wasnt in the picture.  God bless simon and betty. I eventally come to a name in my contacts that left me questioning myself.

Bonnibel bubblegum.
Me and bonnie havent spoken in a while. Not since we were partners on that biology project last semester. I remember working that with her. She was so stuidous and so...so ugh! Perfect! Bonnie is was so beautiful, with her luxous red hair with those pink highlights and her cute freckles, down to her coverd in pink. I never told her any of that stuff. If i did my life would be over. Should i call her?  I hesitate for a moment and then click her name. The phone rings and i get an ach in my stomach. "Hello?" Bonnie says from the other side of the phone line. I tense up for a moment. "Hey! Bonnibel. Can i um.... stay over? At your place?" The elevator doors swing open and i walk out of the lobbey and continue my conversation with Bonnie.

"Umm. Sure marceline the guest rooms empty right now and im sure my uncle will allow it. You want me to come pick you up?"

"Yes please. That would be so nice. Can you bring some coffee please? I woke up like 10 minnutes ago."

"I will bring coffee marcy. I'll be there in 15 minutes okay. Put on a jacket, it's cold out there and i dont want to haul an ice cube to my place."

I giggle and respond. " im not putting on that pink mass of leather you got me at goodwill. Just wont."

"Do it marce. Why do you have to be difficult? Put it on darling. I'll be there shortly." She hangs up and i  blush at the fact she called me darling. Do i like her? In the past i just kept those feelings deep down. But if she ever read my journel, i would get out of the country and change my name faster than Little boy hyped up on candy.

Chapter 2 will come out whenever i get time. Im a bit busy with school and such. Let me know if you guys want more of this