bubblegum bitch

chapter two

5:25 PM

"How do you have such a huge closet, but such a limited wardrobe?"

Marceline's voice echoed out of my walk-in closet. I roll my eyes.

"The Banana Guards built it. I wouldn't have it if I had any say."

She walks out of the closet, holding a few outfits up, still on the hangers. "What do you think?Never mind, your opinion doesn't matter. Put these on." She hands me a hanger.

"Um, Marcy..." I say, looking over the garments.

She taps my nose with her finger. "Trust  me?"

I look up at her, raising and eyebrow. She just looks at me expectantly. I sigh.

"You know I do. For better or for worse."

Marceline smiles. "That's my girl. Go change. We really need to get you out of that lab coat. Not that it doesn't look good on you. I mean, you look good in everything, obviously..." She trails off, covering her face with her hands. "Please go before I can keep talking."

I laugh and head to the bathroom, trying desperately not to think about what she just said.

I walk back into my room a minute later, smoothing the fabric self-consciously over my thighs. Marceline's eyes widen.

"What?! Is is that bad?" I ask, worried.

Marcy coughs. "Um, nope. It'll do."

I look down at  the black crop top, black short shorts, and black combat boots.

Definitely not my style.

She waves me over to the bed, and I sit on the edge with her behind me. She confidently runs a brush through my hair, then separates it into six sections. I shiver as her fingertips brush my scalp.

When she's finished the braids, Marceline drags me to the mirror on the door of the closet, and we look at me.

"Wow," she breathes.

I look at her, wide-eyed.

She smirks. "Who knew that the innocent, prissy Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum could be so hot?"

I blush. "Marcy!"

She just smiles and reaches for my hand, lacing our fingers together. "Ready?"

I nod. Marceline pulls me closer against her, and we fly out the open window.