She's The Kind of Girl You Want So Much

"Just SHUT UP!" Princess Bubblegum shouted, almost in tears. She and Marceline were at it again. She wasn't sure why. She wasn't even sure how the fight started, but she knew she wanted it to end.
"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?!" Marceline shouted back. Tears were already streaming endlessly down her face, but she refused to let PB have the last word. PB sighed sadly, and threw her hands up in the air.
"I quit..." she said, shaking her head.
"Y-you quit...what?" asked Marceline, confused.
"Marcy, we can't be friends if we're going to fight all the time...I'm tired of fighting with you..."
Marceline floated over to PB and looked straight into her eyes, smiling.
"Then, let's not be friends." Marceline whispered, as she kissed PB passionately on the lips, "Let's be more." And with that being said, Marceline flew out into the night, and left PB standing there shocked and confused. PB slid her finger gently across her own lips. She couldn't believe what had just happened. What had Marceline meant by that? Was she just kidding, or was that for real? PB ran into her room, locked the door, and picked up her phone, dialing Marceline's number easily from memory. Marceline answered after three short rings. "Speak mortal." she said playfully.
"Yeah, uh, Marcy?...What was that about?"
"What are you talking about, Bonnibel?"
"The- The kiss..."
"Oh that? Well." she giggled, "I just felt like kissing you, so I did it."
"But why did you feel like kissing me?"
"You're cute, Bonnie." Marceline said, trying to stop a foolish grin from appearing on her face, "And I like you."
"As a friend?"
"No."
There was silence on both sides for a whole minute. PB was confused, and Marceline was embarassed. Neither knew exactly what to say.
"Well..." Marceline said softly.
"Marceline, I think I might like you, too."
Marceline found herself blushing wildly.
"Are you for real about this?" she asked, making sure it wasn't sarcasm or a joke.
"Yes, I am."
PB heard a click on the other line. She waited for a minute, but heard only silence.
"Marcy? Are you there?"
No answer. PB hung the phone up sadly.
"I must have scared her off." she said, "What if she was only joking...?"
PB walked to her closet, and slipped on a nightgown. It had been a long day, and she was tired. She walked sluggishly toward the light switch, switched it off, then crawled slowly into bed. She thought about Marceline continuously as she lie there on her side.
"Oh Marcy..." she sighed, "I wonder where you are now."
"Right here." said a voice from above her. PB jumped.
"Who's there?" she cried frantically.
"Why don't you take a guess?" the voice said, lowering down closer.
PB said nothing, until she felt something brush across her face. She screamed.
"Relax, Bonnie. It's me, Marcy."
Marceline lowered herself down until she was virtually right on top of PB.
"Marcy!" PB excaimed happily as she reached up and grabbed Marceline, pulling her down into a tight hug, "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, you know, just hanging around." Marceline smirked, hugging PB back.
Suddenly, PB felt herself being lifted off of the ground. Marceline was holding her tightly, as she floated out onto the balcony. She landed both of them safely on their feet, but did not let PB go. She kissed PB passionately, gripping her tightly around her waist. At her own surprise, PB was kissing back just as passionately, her arms holding Marceline's shoulders.
-to be continued-