Soulmates

Chapter Five

     Spencer ignored her, tightening her grip on Marciline's forearms.

     "Listen to me, Marciline," Spencer growled.

     "Okay," Marciline whispered, afraid to speak any louder. "I'm listening."

     "You're step-mom is a jerk for saying those things to you. You don't deserve that. You got in one fight, so what? Teenagers make mistakes, and the sooner she realizes that, the easier her life is going to be. You are not liable for her and your dad's relationship, and it's crap that she uses you as her scapegoat! You have a lot of potential, and you will do great things one day, Marciline. Y-You're my friend, and I care about you." Spencer said, moving off of Marciline while blushing.

     "Um, thank you, really," Marciline replied. She wasn't exactly sure how to respond to that.

     Spencer turned away but nodded. "Let's watch that movie, yeah?"

     "Yeah."

     About halfway into the movie, the two girls became tired. Realizing this, Marciline and Spencer paused the movie and got ready for bed.

     "I have to change," Spencer blurted.

"Oh," Marciline said. She jabbed a thumb besides her towards the door. "Want me to leave?"

"No," Spencer simply stated, shaking her head. "It's okay, we're friends."

Marciline felt her heart hurt at this statement. "Yeah, friends."

Spencer hesitated and seemed to think for a minute or two before shaking her head, beginning to strip off her clothes. Marciline felt frozen, unable to tear her eyes away from Spencer. However, the ravenette was oblivious to the attention, discarding her shirt into her hamper and beginning to tug at the hem of her jeans. She shimmied out of them before turning around to grab her underwear. Marciline felt her pulse fasten, and her face grew hot. Why am I watching? This is weird... Embarrassed, Marciline turned around, burying her face in her hands.

After a few seconds, Spencer spoke up. "Done."

Once it was safe, Marciline turned around. Spencer was wearing a bright red hoodie that seemed two sizes too big and plain black, women's boxers. She wore thick, red fuzzy socks to accompany her outfit. Her shaggy black hair was tied up in a short ponytail.

"Cool," Marciline chimed in, trying to calm.

Spencer nodded. The two, rather awkwardly, climbed into bed together. Marciline let out a long exhale, her eyes fluttering closed. She tried to fall asleep, however her mind drifted other places. Images of what happened half an hour ago flooded into her brain. She remembered the strong grip of Spencer's hands and her stern, electric eyes. What is wrong with me? I'm not gay...I just think she's cute! She's just a lot more than I thought she was; She is thoughtful, kind, compassionate, and pretty. She takes care of others and acknowledges them for their accomplishments. She's a good person, and I really like her...wait what? Holy shit...am I gay?

Marciline shook her head, dismissing the thought. She needed to get to sleep, or else she wouldn't be able to wake up early and sneak back out of Spencer's house. However, she still couldn't fall asleep. It was too cold in Spencer's house. She turned to face Spencer, who was asleep. Mariline grabbed her shoulder, shaking her a little. Spencer groaned slightly opening her eyes.

"What's up?" Spencer asked softly.

"I'm cold. Do you think maybe we can turn off the A/C?" Marciline inquired.

Spencer shook her head. "No, my Dad wont let me touch the thermostat. I have a solution though."

"Huh?"

Spencer smiled, wrapping an arm around Marciline's waist, pulling her body flush against hers. Marciline's breath hitched. She was unsure of how to feel, her mind racing with endless thoughts. However, she felt warm, safe even. Deciding not to dwell on it, she closed her eyes, feeling her consciousness slowly slip away.

Marciline ended up waking up at 5:45 A.M., feeling groggy, but well-rested. She opened her eyes, only to feel her face covered by a soft material. She lifted her head, to find out that the soft material was Spencer's hoodie. Suddenly, memories of last night flooded into her brain. She blushed, scrambling out of the bed and grabbing her things.

     Grabbing her duffelbag, she jumped out the window. It was still dark, the sky only barely loosing its inky black and shifting to blue. Marciline grabbed her skateboard, riding towards her house as she thought about last night, smiling to herself.