3. Chapter 3 (1/2)
bonnibel's pov:
bubba and i exited the bus and made our way down the sidewalk into out "humble abode". we walked inside to find an empty house, nothing new. our father was still at work and our mother was out running errands. it's been like this almost every day for the past few years. i decided to go upstairs to sort through my messy papers, "i'll be up in my room if you need me," i said to bubba as i made my way upstairs. i closed my door behind me and sat down in my queen sized bed. i pulled out a binder with folders in it and emptied my papers across my bed. as i sorted through them, i came across a small, folded up piece of paper. i opened it and smiled, remembering where it came from. i reached over and grabbed my cellphone and dialed the number.
"hello?"
"hey, marceline."
"oh, hey bonniboo, what's up?"
"nothing, i was just checking to make sure you gave me your real number. you never really know..."
"nah, i completely understand. i wouldn't lie to you about something like that anyway. if i didn't want you to have my number, i wouldn't have given it to you," i could tell she had a smirk on her face.
i tried to suppress a blush from forming across my face, looking for something to say, "i uh..." i stuttered before she interrupted me.
"hey uh," she cleared her throat, "would you wanna maybe hang out this weekend? glob knows i'll probably need help considering i'm not used to learning different ways from multiple teachers," i could have sworn there was a hint of... fear in her voice? was she nervous?, "u-unless you don't want to which is completely fi-" she tried to continue until i cut her off.
"i'd love to marcy," i stated with enthusiasm, " well, i gotta go. i have to get back to sorting my papers. i'll see you tomorrow, 'kay?"
"see you tomorrow, bonniboo," marceline stated before hanging up the phone.
i clutched my phone to my chest, blushing like an idiot. my heart was racing and i bit my lip. she asked to hang out with me... me! i never thought she would ask me... i put my phone aside and finished sorting through my papers to go make dinner for bubba and i.
marcelines pov:
i hung up the phone and tossed it somewhere on my bed. i laid back and rested my hands on my face, "i can't believe she said yes..." i mumbled to myself. she's pretty damn cute if i do say so myself. perfect eyes. perfect smile. perfect curves... damn, she has it all.
i doubt she feels the same. i mean... look at me. long, knotty black hair, crimson eyes, sharp teeth. who would want something like this? besides, she's probably straight... i smirked. wait, no. you're not turning her bi just because of your selfishness... unless she already is? maybe i can push her to see... my thoughts were interrupted when my bedroom door slammed open, "you're a bitch, you know that?" i heard an all to familiar voice say walking towards me.
"it's called love, young one," i said sarcastically, removing my hands from my face to find crimson eyes looking into mine.
he scoffed and rolled his eyes, "whatever. look, i need to talk to you about something," he said in a serious tone, taking his gaze away from me, "how did dad react when, you know..." he asked and shrugged his shoulders.
"when i told him i was a lesbian?" i asked, now sitting up and looking at him with the same seriousness he gave me. he nodded his head, focusing his eyes on my bed, "well, he just kind of shrugged it off. in all honesty, i think he just didn't know how to react," i shrugged, "it's me. you never know what kind of shit i'll get myself into." he smiled and shook his head. i then focused my attention to the question and widened my eyes a bit, "are you gay?" i asked, trying to stare into his eyes.
he sat down on his bed with his back facing me and rested his arms on his knees, dropping his head down. he nodded and ran his slender fingers through his raven hair, "i'm terrified to tell him marcy... i don't want him to be ashamed of his only son being gay," he said in a saddened voice that was actually heart
eaking to me.
i didn't want to see him like this. he was always the stronger one of the two of us. always the one to have my back and stick up for me when i needed him. i moved over next to him and rested my head on his shoulder, rubbing his back, "don't be scared, marsh. you need to learn to stick up for yourself. besides, he's gonna find out sooner or later if you really wanna date guys. who is it anyway? that strawberry blonde kid you sat across from today?" he smiled and nodded.
"i want to ask him out so bad, i'm almost positive he likes me back," he said immediately perking up and making eye contact with me for the first time since he walked into my room.
i smiled and put my hand on his shoulder, "then what are you waiting for? just go for it. the worst thing he could say is no. besides, you can hide a boyfriend until you work up the courage to tell dad, right?" he smiled and nodded, pulling me into an em
ace. i hugged him back and we sat there for a few seconds until we heard both of our stomach's grumble, "wanna go out to eat? i think there's a new restaurant in town and i wanna go try it."