MARLEY // Max Mayfield

Cerebro (E)

A kick hit Marley's shin and she groaned, her eyes still screwed shut as the sound of her curtains drawing followed by the light and heat of the outside sun hitting her skin, further fuelling her grumbly mood. She grabbed her pillow and held it over her face, the feeling of her covers being pulled off of her frame eliciting an even louder groan. Max smiled and plopped on top of Marley, flicking her chin continuously. "Up, up Bub. Dustin's home today."

"Nooooooo!" Marley whined, pushing away Max's hand and turning over, trying to go back to sleep. Max huffed and backed away, leaving the room and Marley with it. 

Thinking she'd won, Marley smiled and settled again, already half asleep when she heard Max reenter the room. She thought nothing of it for a moment and then, without warning, a cold wet hand slid up her back, earning a yelp of surprise and blown wide eyes, frantically trying to get the cube of ice that had been snuck up her back out from within her shirt.

The girl sprung to her feet and took off her top, hopping around manically as the cube dropped to her floor, she took a moment to gather herself, her heart running a marathon as she glared at her cute, innocent looking girlfriend.

"You tiny little...ugh," Marley didn't have the strength or will power to insult the much smaller girl and instead opted to pout, dejectedly throwing her shirt to the floor and picking out another one from her drawer.

Max watched her amusedly, bouncing in place as she sat on Marley's now unoccupied bed, an apple in her hand. Marley figured the girl had gotten it whilst getting a few ice cubes from her freezer and sneered playfully at the redhead, mouthing meaningless insults as she settled on a shirt. "Honestly, why do I like you? You disturb my sleep, put ice down my back, steal all of my clothes and food!"

"Oh come on, you like it when I wear your clothes," Max chided playfully, holding her apple out, Marley stared at her a second, Steve's hand-me-down shirt in hand and leant forward, taking a bite out of the fruit, "Don't even deny it."

"Whatever," The Harrington grumbled, mouth still full as she finally pulled on her top. Max's gaze wandered across her back and she frowned at the few scars, a tug nibbling at her heart as she sighed and continued eating, averting her gaze. A tuft of hair poked out of the head hole of Marley's shirt, followed by the girl's stupid grin as she finally peered through, "Hey, wait, Dustin's coming home today!"

"I know Bub, that's why I woke you up. I even said he was coming back but you just whined like the little baby you are," Max dug and Marley put out her lip, letting out a huff of air as Max continued to chide her on her uncooperativeness to waking up in the mornings. 

"Yeah, yeah I get it. I'm not a morning person," Marley mumbled, stuffing a stick of gum in her mouth and picking up her bag. The gum-chewing had become a habit ever since the snowball the year prior, it was a thing she did whenever she needed a bit of luck or just outright wanted to make her breath minty fresh. "You brush your teeth yet, Red?"

"No, my toothbrush isn't in there so I decided to wait until you woke up so I could ask you where it was," Max shrugged.

"No worries, here," Marley held out a breath mint and urged for her to take it, "Saves time."

"How many times have you substituted gum for brushing your teeth?"

"Hey!" Marley began, suddenly rather defensive, "Very rarely, I'll have you know! My teeth are pearly white!"

"I know, Bub. We do kiss you know?" It was funny how those simple words made Marley's heart skip a beat, "I wouldn't kiss you if you didn't brush your teeth," Max said amusedly, her brow cocked as she slowly took the strip from Marley's fingers. The Harrington girl lit up and suddenly chucked her gum in the bin, rushing off into her bathroom where the tap was heard running followed by the vigorous brushing of teeth. Max rolled her eyes and went after her idiot of a girlfriend who met her with a bubbled up smile. "Can I have my toothbrush, as well?"