Hello! So yeah, welcome to this fanfic. Fair warning: it's gonna be a slow burn. I'll try to update as frequently as possible, but I'm not promising anything.

If anything, it's a story about learning to appreciate the smaller things in life and the time you spend hanging out with your closest people :)

So without further ado, let's get to it!

The click of a door opening snapped her out of her studies.

"The lab is closing for today, dear." said a senile lady, sticking her head in the brightly lit room.

Bonnibel pried her eyes away from the microscope.

"Thank you, Martha, I'll just finish jotting a couple of things down and be on my way."

Only when she heard the door click shut, she took a deep breath and stretched her arms. Taking one last glance at her scattered notes she pulled them all into one pile, carefully organised them and placed them into her brown leather bag. She glanced through the half-closed window. The sun was already setting, lazy rays of sun making it through the blinds and unto the shiny floor of the lab. Bonnibel took a few swings on her chair and then stuck her hand out of her oversized lab coat and checked her watch. 8.13 PM. According to the university rules, the lab should have been closed and the students kicked out precisely 13 minutes ago. She made a mental note to thank Martha for letting her stay overtime. Again.

By the time she put all the high-tech gear back into it's original place and finished washing all the beakers she had used it was already 8.30. She took off her lab coat (which, of course, had B. Bishop meticulously sewn into it) and hung it up on the wall, as always, on the far right. She took one last look around the room before flicking the lights off and shutting the door behind her.

"I hope everything went well for you today, dear." said the lady at the counter with a smile, lifting her eyes from a book she was reading to look at Bonnie, as she was entering the lobby.

"It went rather well, a couple more tests and I think I'll be able to finally write my thesis. Thank you for always letting me stay and work after-hours."

"It's really no problem, dear, just don't overwork yourself." said Martha.

"I won't." said Bonnie opening the main door of the newly renovated science building. "I cleaned up everything in the lab so you wouldn't have to worry. Thanks again." And wrapping a pink scarf around her neck she headed out.

"I know you did." Said the elderly woman averting her gaze back to her book.

It was a warm early spring evening, albeit a little windy. Bonnie headed down the main street. She liked the fact that the university was located in a rather small town. Her twenty minute walk from the lab to her dorm always gave her time to sort things out in her head and mentally prepare a schedule for the next day. Today was no different. She walked, her thoughts trailing off…

Right, tomorrow I have one lecture at 9 AM on kinetic theory, then an hour-long break, maybe I can squeeze in a visit to the library, I still need to return the book on the philosophy of science that I borrowed… God, was that book a chore to get through. Oh wait, I promised I'd meet Kim tomorrow. Darn it. And I bet she's not going to let me get out of this one, seeing as I called off the previous five meetings we arranged. But I had papers due! She really can't blame me on this one. Okay so mayyybe I made up an excuse that one time but in my defence it was only because I didn't want to listen to her rambling on about how I "need to have fun" and "loosen up" for an hour. I didn't work so hard to get into one of the best universities around so that I could "have fun". There's work to do. Expectations to meet. It's not like any of them have any idea of what my schedule is like…

And just like that she appeared in front of the building she lived in. She heard loud rap music blaring out of the window on the third floor.

Oh, honestly.

As she climbed the stairs to the fourth and final floor where her accommodation was located she could still hear the music blaring. It made her thankful that the university didn't have an "assigned roommates" policy and she could live by herself, if only in that tiny little space they called a room.

She unlocked the door to her room and flicked the lights on. It was minimalistic to say the least, but she enjoyed the breathing space and she wasn't much of a hoarder anyways. Almost everything in the room was either white or part-white: the walls, the bed (with pink sheets that Bonnie brought from home on top), the shelves above the bed, the desk. There was only one window in the entire room, but it was huge and covered the entire right half of the outer wall. The desk was pushed up against the left half of the same wall. There were notebooks, flash cards and various coloured pens scattered all over the desk. Bonnie had also stuck a bunch of sticky notes with reminders on the wall over the table. They, of course, were all organised by colour. The bed was placed in a way that she would sleep with her legs towards the window. During late spring and early autumn, when the days still began early, the sun shining in through the window would often wake her even before her alarm clock could.

The shelves above the bed were stacked with huge books about various sciences. Everything from particle physics to human anatomy, but there were also a couple of biographies, namely one on Tesla and one on Darwin. There was also a little cactus placed just next to the books that she had gotten the day she moved in to make the room look more "roomy". Maybe it wasn't overly fancy, but it was her space and she liked it.

Bonnie entered the room, locking the door behind her. She proceeded to take off her scarf, fold it and place it carefully in the tiny closet just beside the door to the bathroom. Scratch that, maybe this place was fancy. After all, she didn't have the luxury of her own personal bathroom during her freshman year here. Now that was a disaster. She shuddered remembering the distinct smell of public bathrooms. Entering the room she placed her bag over her chair and fell on the bed. As she gazed up at the ceiling, her thoughts began wandering again…

Sigh… I already know word for word how our conversation is gonna go tomorrow.

"Come hang out with us."

"No."

"Pleeease."

"No."

"I'm sure Feynman can wait. He doesn't seem like the jealous type."

She chuckled silently at her own joke.

Jeez, now I'm already making jokes for her in my mind. Maybe I did miss seeing them a little…

With a deep breath she got off the bed, changed into her pyjamas (grey sweatpants with a pink t-shirt that had purple writing on it spelling out "bubblegum") and went off to perform all her traditional pre-sleep activities, such as showering and packing all her things for tomorrow. Later, when she got into bed, it didn't even take her 5 minutes to get to sleep.