Marceline slid on the ice, grumbled, and held her arms out for balance. Another slide and she ungracefully fell onto her backside. There was a chuckle from behind her as Bonnibel glided forwards.
"I told you, I can't ice skate."
"There's no such thing as can't Marceline," The red-head flipped around so she was facing her and crouched down, hand held out with a smile.
"Well in this case, there is." After a while she took the offered hand and found herself being pulled up and dragged around the cold ice-rink. "Bonnie just…slow down!" Marceline shrieked. "You're going to kill us!"
"Stop being so dramatic, your brother seems to have the hang of it." As if Marshall had heard the comment, which he probably had, the raven haired boy flew past them with a sly smirk on his lips.
"Yeah well…Marshall's good at everything I'm not. Which includes everything this world has to offer." She muttered with a frown.
"Marcy,"
"Don't Marcy me, you know it's true." Bonnibel pouted and slung her arms around the other girls shoulders, pulling her into a bone crushing hug.
"You're good at music and art and drama and all things badass, you know everything about the film titanic and you can charm the pants off of me when you want to." A small kiss landed itself onto Marceline's cheek. "Never say you're not good at anything because you are and that makes you special."
"Special how? Yeah, I'm good at playing instruments, im good at being way over emotional, I spent most of two weeks trying to impress you with facts about your favourite movie but what's that in the long run?"
"You're special to me." And Marceline smiled, grinned even, and blushed in a way that was almost as bad as their first kiss. Almost.