AN: I'm not 100% sure where I want this to go yet, but enjoy.

"That's quite an ironic shirt, hm?" Bonnibel questioned the pale girl with a raised eyebrow. She walked over next to her and stood against the brick walls behind the school.

"What are you doing out here?" Marceline took a long drag out of her cigarette before blowing out. "Plus, I've never been one to follow the rules, you know that," she added with a smirk, offering a cigarette.

"Well neither have I," Bonnibel challenged as she accepted the offer, letting Marceline light the cigar.

The older girl scoffed, earning a glare from Bonnibel, and teased, "Says the straight-A student."

"But, I guess I have made you more of a badass since you've met me," Marceline added with a smile watching Bonnibel smoke like she's done it her whole life.

"Maybe I just stole some of your badassness instead."

"Explains why I've been turning into a sap lately."

"Oh, no. You were already a sap before."

Marceline laughed as she grinded the butt against the brick walls before flicking it on the ground. "Yeah, you're right."

"I'm always right," Bonnibel agreed taking another puff. "You know, I would have never thought that I'd ever smoke a cigarette."

"I know, I still remember that rant you gave me when you found out I smoke," Marceline affirmed, ready to light another cigar before Bonnibel's hand stopped her.

"I still think you should quit," she asserted, taking the pack and placing it into her bag.

Digging her hands into her jeans, Marceline shrugged. "I'll try, but that means you have to quit too."

Her little phase had lasted two months before she finally quit. It took two years for her to go back to smoking. It only took Marceline one year.

"Fuck," Marceline murmured as her keys fell on the ground, "where the hell did they go?"

She crouched down next to her car and took out her phone to shine light on the pavement. "Ah, there it is," she exclaimed, taking the keys and unlocking her car. "Now, let's get the fuck out of here."

This was a regular commute for Marceline, and unlike most people with the same commute, she was not an alcoholic. She was a regular performer at her local bar, and it helped pay for her living expenses.

Right now, she was currently staying at an off-campus apartment. Happily too. No nosy roommates to deal with. Seriously, fuck off means fuck off.

Her eyes landed on a stray figure on the road. Curiosity winning over common sense, Marceline slowed her car down and pulled over to the shoulder.

"This better not be some paranormal shit," she mumbled to herself as she lowered her passenger side window, doors still locked.

The figure stepped out of the shadow and revealed a strawberry blonde girl that could have been no older than Marceline. Her face was still masked by the darkness, but her vibrant clothes were apparent.

Looks friendly enough. If she's crazy, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have trouble defending myself. "Do you need a ride or something?" Marceline asked, "This isn't really an ideal place for girls your age to hang out."

The girl stepped closer and gasped.

"Marceline?"

She stared at the girl, half tempted to drive away. Then it clicked.

"Bonnie? What the hell are you doing here?" Marceline asked, confusion quickly taking over.

"Long story. Can I crash at your place?" Bonnie asked, already making her way into the car.

"Looks like I don't have much of an option," Marceline replied with a chuckle.

The two girls made their way to Marceline's humble abode in silence, neither knowing what to do. They hadn't seen each other in two years, and they didn't exactly leave on the best terms.

Marceline pulled into a parking space, and the two headed towards the apartment. "So," Marceline started, trying to cut through the heavy silence, "have you had dinner yet?"

She unlocked her apartment door and revealed a nice, little apartment. There was only one bedroom, but Marceline thought the balcony compensated for that. The apartment had all the necessities, so she couldn't complain.

Bonnie took a quick glance over before replying, "No, not yet."

"Pizza sound good?" she asked, taking off her shoes and jacket. She saw the blonde nod and made her way to order the pizza. "The usual toppings?"

Another nod was sent as the blondie sat on Marceline's sofa.

It was rock hard, but Bonnie kept the comment to herself. After all, she was already imposing herself onto the girl.

Marceline took a seat next to her and switched on the TV to fill the silence.

"Aren't you suppose to be in Stanford right now?"

"It's spring break, Marcy."

"Ooo isn't exactly the best place to spend your break."

"What about you? I figured you'd be partying or something during break."

"I settled down a little," Marceline replied, trying to change the subject. It was partly true, but she didn't want to get into the truth yet. "So, why aren't you partying? Or studying, for that matter."

"I heard that Peppermint had fallen ill," she murmured, eyes turning downcast. "I wanted to visit him."

A hand was placed on her shoulder, trying to provide some comfort. "We can go visit him together if you want," Marceline offered, knowing the full extent of Peppermint's case.

She smiled at the pale girl and nodded. "I'd like that, thanks."

For a second, it seemed like the two were back to normal. But things aren't that easy.

knock knock

Marceline got up to open the door and retrieve the pizza. "Thanks, Pete."

She set the pizza down on the coffee table where the two had been sitting and passed Bonnie a paper plate.

"Alright, so how'd you manage to end up on the streets late at night?" she inquired, tearing a slice of pizza off and placing it on her plate.

"I called Bond," Bonnie began her story, taking a bite out of the pizza before continuing, "and asked him if he could give me a ride back to Ooo for spring break."

"That was your first mistake," Marceline pointed out, knowing how dim-witted and clumsy Bond could get sometimes.

Bonnie nodded in agreement and continued. "So he picked me up, and we made our way back to Ooo, but his car broke down or something."

"Second mistake, actually getting into the car with him."

"My phone was dead by then, and Bond had forgotten to take his phone with him. Long story short, we began walking, and Ash saw us along the road. I couldn't stand being with him, so I told him to just drop me off along the road," she concluded, taking the last bite of her pizza.

"Perfectly understandable," Marceline commented, pulling out another slice.

The night grew darker as the two chatted, avoiding mentions of the past. Eventually, it was time to sleep. Fortunately for Bonnie, Marceline had a roll-away bed tucked in her closet that she let her use.

"Thanks again, Marceline."

"No problem, night."

"Night."