Obstacles of L➹ve

Chapter Twenty; Destination: D.C.

A/N: It's been such a long time and no it didn't take me long to write it. It's been done for a year, but I never got to publish it...but here it is

Enjoy !

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Stirring out on my nullity and blankness state of unconscious, I attempted to recollect my situation.
Someone's sturdy arms persisting my body to stay rested, "Marceline, are you feeling any better and don't move too quickly." Devon (I think) assured as his firm grasp let go and easing my velocity, unhurriedly permitting myself to level at my try hard posture.

Feebly rubbing my eyes I questioned, "Who is telling me what the fuck to do?"

A lion-like roar of laughter echoed against the walls of the room I was sedentary in, my hair was ruffled and I was hugged with tight affection. In that moment I was informed that it was that stupid, glass-is-half-full motherfucker, Devon. "Aw Marceline, you're back!" He cooed and poked fun at me.

I grumbled since drowsiness and stressed still surged through my nervous system signaling these exact notions, "Can I keep resting?"

"That's fine, just take these pills." Devon arranged for me to swallow these medicated healing beans that tasted like shit. "The guys and are staying over to keep company and be your cool ass bodyguards." He saw me shiver and flinch at the word 'guys' "Don't worry, Duncan has been kicked out and doing something irrelevant, because all we care about is your health and safety." Devon assumed, giving me some kind of positiveness.

Dipping my head foreword for sureness and muttering okay, then he closed the door. For which observing that they plopped me onto my bed, catching sight of my complex and paper discarded desk and my pile of filthy clothes along with underwear that a person wears for their privates. Also, to not forget mentioning bras, bras, and even more boobie holders. Fuck.

As the awareness discontinued, I dozed off by something peaceful and dreaming of my favorite readable gay fanfiction, and not by the rapid, brainlessness act Duncan did.

Eliciting from my slumber from my next visitor which was Manuel, "Hi Marceline time for some more pills and I've got the others cooking some spaghetti." He handed me two similar medicated tablets, but this time they were mostly focused for pain. It dawned on me that the white ones were to cause sleepiness and striping away pain. "Are you feeling better?"

"I appreciate what you guys are doing, but I just passed out from a bitchslap, nothing more." Withdrawing more extent from my relationship with everyone, it really felt too much. Knowing that I was wasting their Winter Break because of me, made my guilt level drop hella low.

"But it was emotional for all of us, okay?" Manny was slick into putting the 'emotional link' that happened. "Also, if you think burdening us in your apartment is your fault, you're wrong. Once again we were eased and came quickly. We care about you, Marceline, no matter how much of a gap is between all of us." Manny's soft lips planted a small, yet meaningful kiss on my forehead.

"You might want to freshen up soon, I think dinner is ready. I better check before they burn this building down."

I ingratiate about the fact the boys stayed just for me and were passionate for me, but I did not entirely be one of the same opinion of many. Waving off the possible situation, I sought to Manuel's dinner demands which extreme stealth was utilized to tip toe to my bathroom. Washing sweat from any visible skin, then brushing out the knots in my hair. Gazing at myself while straining my hair in a more secure ponytail, peering my eyes directly at my bruise. Not as much damage that I expected to be on my cheek, but it wasn't as noticeable. Picking out the fact that my eyes were swollen and slightly pink, I damped cold water onto the dilated area.