Not My Type [A Marcelee FanFiction]

Chapter 1 ~ Best Friends

"Hmmm, hmm, hm~"

Marceline Abadeer turned herself around in spite, only to face the familiar gleaming eyes that belonged to the boy that was sitting in the desk directly behind her own, her jaw clenched and expression aggravated.

"Oh, will you just shut up for once?" She bitterly asked the boy, which was none other than Marshall Lee.

"Aw, well I'm sorry, cutie. Just admit it, you like listening to my voice." Marshall retorted, while holding a typical teasing smirk back at her.  He was trying to exasperate her, like usual.

Poetry class in Period 5 had been an utter nightmare the entire semester for Marceline, primarily because Marshall Lee of all people were in her class. And as if the entire universe was putting up a gigantic middle finger at her, he was assigned to sit directly behind her. If Marceline received a nickel for every teasing nickname or comment she received daily, she'd be rich and set for life.

Marceline only rolled her eyes. "Please, when pigs fly!" she shot back, which only enlightened Marshall to smirk even more, his eyes intensely fixed onto hers. Nothing drove Marceline crazier then when Marshall tried to "flirt" with her to set her on edge.

"Mmm, oh really, princess? When pigs fly?" Marshall discerningly answered, as he grabbed a boy named Bubba Gumball from the desk which was closest to his, and pulled him out of his seat and onto the ground. Bubba always liked to wear pink, which was an even "better excuse" for Marshall to pick on him.

"Well, look at that, pigs can fly!" Marshall cruelly stated, snickering as he glanced back upward to see if the teacher had noticed. Unfortunately for both Marceline and Bubba, Mr. Root Beer was too fixated on the work he had to mark in front of him then what the class was doing. 

Marceline glared at Marshall, before quickly outstretching her arms to help her friend up. Marshall rolled his eyes in response, muttering "goody-two -shoes" at her not-so-quietly. 

"Yikes, why are you even friends with that dweeb?" Marshall asked, an odd tone of annoyance in his voice. 

Marceline gaped at him, surprised at his slight change in behavior. It was rarely that she managed to aggravate him back. "Why--why do you care?" She responded, this time more softly than tauntingly.

Marshall rolled his eyes. "Ha! If you knew..." he mumbled coldly, avoiding eye contact which only further confused Marceline. Knew what? Just then, to Marshall's relief, the bell rang dismissing the school for the weekend.

As Marceline got up from her desk and walked down the school's packed corridor, Marshall Lee's words were fresh replaying in her head. "Why does it matter to him?"  She thought. "It's not like he can pick my friends..."

Or could he?

Marshall Lee was pretty popular at their high school, contrasting to Marceline being the opposite. She only moved to Mushroom Academy last year, after her rather emotionally neglecting father had agreed it give her more independence to be further from home. Marceline didn't mind, she hated her hometown in all honesty, and it didn't help with her father being the motherflipping mayor of it. Since then, Marshall wouldn't leave her alone. She supposed it was some sort of boy thing.

"Marce! Marce?" A familiar and high-pitched voice broke into her thoughts, pulling her back to reality. As Marceline regained consciousness, a recognizable tall girl with thick long pink hair, red glasses, and a candy themed pink and purple outfit was standing in front of her and a pale wall.

"Oh! Hey, Bonnie." Marceline sighed, taking in her surroundings. 

"My glob, dude! You were going to walk into the wall," Bonnibel stated, before proceeding to grab her best friends wrist, "come on, we're going to hit the mall, remember? We need to get you a dress for the graduation dance next week!"