Jess groaned to Marceline after she turned down hanging out afterschool once again. “What are you, this girl’s slave?” Marceline rolled her eyes as she stuffed her things into her locker before shutting it. She spun on her heel leaning back against the metal door to put up with Jess’ complaining. “What’s the big deal? I can go after I walk her home. Just pick another movie time. This isn’t that serious, Jess.” “So you picking some random chick over your friends since freaking sixth grade is nothing,” Jess argued, eyes narrowing. “I’m not picking anyone over anyone,” she lied. “Just pick another time.” “I’m not paying nine more dollars because you have to babysit. Either you’re going or you’re not,” Jess snapped. Marceline sighed. She didn’t really care for the movie anyway. It wasn’t really all that tough of a decision to make.
