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Okay, so this fic is a compilation of many AU's, all due to the song Killer by the Plain White T's. Don't worry, you don't need to wonder about not understanding the story if you can't get to it online; The lyrics are basically little bite sized- prompts. However, you should listen to the song if you wanna get some more reasoning out of the fic. Actually, if you do listen to it (while it isn't mandatory for anything) it's almost like a spoiler to which AU will be happening next. Kinda cool huh? :D

There will be 8 different AU's here, each one researched and actually very thought out( took me almost three months to finsh this)Each one will vary from three to only one parts, depending on how I feel. This one right down below is the base AU, which is in regular, current time, in the human world that I seem t use ni most of my work. Each AU will branch off from here. So, I know this is taking alot in; It'll make WAYYY more sense when you start to read it. Now, just relax and go with the flow. Okay? Okay.

Enjoy mah peeps.

~CalmMango

They lie on the ground, looking up at the overgoing sky. Bonnibel nudges her with her elbow, interrupting her song.

"What?" Marceline says, glancing down at her relaxed girlfriend with a smile. She hasn't seemed like this in awhile. Her guitar now rests on the grass next to her.

An escape. This is one of those days we're the world is annoying for the two…at the same time. An escape is what's agreed on as they had driven out the city far enough to reach a secluded countryside, spread out and littered with hills. Their place to relax, enjoy each other company. The sparks of such odd discussions were normal, in fact, part of the mood; it being that anything could be said.

They could and can be themselves.

Bonnibel moves up on her elbows and hums before replying slowly. "I've always wondered why you like me. I don't see what you see in me..or whatever that is."

"Are you fishing for a compliment? 'Cause I'll gladly give you some."

She waves her hand in dismissal. "No, no. I just want to know why you like me when I don't even like myself. Why?"

The wind whistles by, and Marceline lets it continue as another interruption. She takes the time to think of words carefully.

"I… I love you because of who you are." Her love promptly makes an extremely unattractive sound in exasperation, similar to a constipated fish gasping in the open air. "What, you disagree or something?"

"No, I mean, what if I.. if I was different. Not who I am now. The opposite of what I am now."

Marceline leans back on her elbows. "You mean bad? Cause you're good now."

Bonnibel rolls onto her stomach and inches nearer, leaning over her view slightly. "Yes. What if I was bad?"

Marceline scoffs. "That.. to be honest sounds pretty hot." She waits for the oncoming smack but doesn't receive it; surprisingly. Bonnibel awaits the rest of her response eagerly, so she continues. "But you couldn't just be kinda bad. You'd have to be really bad. Like me...or what I used to be before I met you and got all soft." Her girlfriend smiles at that, making her heart thump once or twice harder as usual.

"You're still bad Marceline, just not as reckless. But I can't deny that, that was the main characteristic that drew me to you in the first place. Bad is... alluring."

Marceline scoffs. "Well same here, former goody-two shoes. I think we both changed into a neutral state when we got together, don't-cha think? Like balanced each other out."

She agrees."But back to the question, Marce."

"Hm. Well you'd have to be better, no, worse than bad-ass. Really bad."

Another pause, longer than before and Marceline doesn't know whether she's mad or not. The wind decides to blow into her face for a moment, messing up her hair. When it dies down once more, she moves. The raven haired girl raises her brows as Bonnibel climbs upon her lap in a straddle, grips her shirt collar and leans down for a soft kiss.

Her lips taste like an old memory of something just as sweet, like nostalgic candy. It lasts a second, and before she can react at all, it's over. Like a ghost had come and gone.

She craves more, and a slight whine escapes her. Blue eyes are uncharacteristically heady and serious. The other girl is seemingly on the verge of doing or saying something on a dare, reckless. Put frankly in Marceline's eyes and thoughts in her mind, she looks sexy as hell and yet scary at the same time. It excites her to play with such an unpredictable emotion, such an unpredictable girl; exactly like playing with fire itself. The calming mood changes in the blink of an eye.

The girl swallows as words fail her completely. Marceline bites her lip as Bonnibel says lowly,

"How bad… would I have to be?"

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