A New Shirt for Bonnie

It was horrible. That was all it was.

I examined my childlike work. The sewing was horrible. Everything was wrong with it. What was supposed to be a heart, ended up turning into what looked like a disfigured Peppermint Butler. Well there was only myself to blame for that.

I mean, what's a girl supposed to do when she gets hungry. I thought I had only sucked off the tiniest portion. I can't believe I did this. What were you thinking Marceline? I was just trying to repay Bonnie, I mean she's done so much for me.

If it wasn't for PB, I don't think I ever would have gotten Hambo back! Oh Hambo. She had to give up the shirt I gave her just to get him back. This was the only way I could repay her. By, making her a new shirt.

But what I assumed would be easy turned into a HORRIBLE mess. First, I had to go and look all over to find a sewing machine that was functional. Relics like that are almost impossible to find. After that I actually had to gather the materials. I know now never to buy from a demon selling cloth for half price, because most likely its either going to contain the souls of countless creatures or be cursed by some pre-mushroom war creature.

After I had finally gathered all of the materials I began to actually try and make some sort of shirt. I had found an old book that detailed how to make it, but I think I might have skipped around a bit to much, because this definitely doesn't look like a shirt. The arm holes were jagged and ripped. The neck hole was way to big, and sloped down unevenly, showing off half a shoulder but then riding up to your neck on the other. Oh and the pattern. I tried to make some sort of thank you note with in the shirt. What was supposed to say thank you, ended up looking something more like "Fank yous".

After spending all that time up in my room working on it, after the over 12 hours and who knows how many pricks to the finger. I sighed. This was it. All of my hard work turned into this mess of a black t-shirt. All I wanted to put on it was a simple heart and "Thank You". I can't do anything about it now. I wonder if I should even give it to her?

No way. Bonnie does everything with such finesse, accuracy, and grace. I could never in a thousand years give her this. Oh why did I tell Finn to tell her to come over today. Now I'll have to come up with some sort of excuse for why she can't come over. I was about to call her, but I couldn't stop obsessing over the rag of a shirt I had made.

I spent so much time on this and now it's just some sloppy mess. I can't give this to her. That's like someone giving you flowers, and then you giving them a single, wilted, dandelion.

I heard a knock on the door. Before I could hide the shirt, she walked in.

"Ohhh hey Bonnnie!" I stuttered as she walked in. I quickly shoved the now rumpled up shirt into the dresser behind me.

"Hello Marceline. I hope you don't mind me dropping by, it's just that Finn told me that you had something to show me?" She asked inquisitively. Her eyebrows went up, like they always do when she's thinking. Glob I hate when she does that. Even worse, she was wearing those glasses. Glob, she looked good in those. Wait! What am I thinking?! I can't think about that right now!

"Oh, it's nothing! I figured it out myself! Everything's fine now! You can leave!" I started pushing her towards the door. Why can't she move faster? I don't think I can stand this much longer.

"Oh well…Marceline? Why do I feel like you're trying to get me out of here?" She said in her sweet, sugary tone. Glob I hated when she did that. Well…not really. I just have to get her out now. Before she can see what a pathetic excuse for a gift I made her.

"PB, why would I ever try to get rid of you?"

"Oh, I see."

"W-what?" I screeched. What did she know? Did Finn break our promise and tell her more than I told him to?! I'm going to ge-

"You only call me PB when you're either nervous, or hiding something. In this case, I believe that it's both," she smiled at me knowingly. How does she get me so easily? I can't stand it.

I quickly recovered my demeanor. "Well Princess, I'm not hiding anything. I was just-just working on a song? Yeah! I was working on a song! And you know how I get when I'm working. Easily distracted! So, no visitors! Thanks for dropping by though!" I said quickly.

I kept pushing her towards the door, but she wouldn't budge. She stood there staring at me. I knew she could see through my ruse. She knew something was up and wasn't going to leave until she figured out what it was.

"Marceline, you know that I don't buy one bit of this, but if it's really that important for me to leave, I'll go," she said solemnly. Did it really make her that sad that I was trying to get rid of her? Bonnie, I would never want you to leave. It's just that…No, I can't let her see it. It's too embarrassing. I can't let her stay.

"P-princess, you don't have to go. I mean, unless you want to…" God what was I doing. I'm such an idiot. I never even listen to my own advice.

I saw her start to grin. "Oh Marceline, you make it too easy to work you. If I play the guilt card you crack so quickly." She started to giggle, in that almost too sweet tone. She got me, I started to blush.

"Marceline! You look as if you're tuning into a tomato." She pointed at my face and giggled even more.

I covered my face with my hands. What? I'm not supposed to blush! I'm Marceline the Vampire Queen! I quickly tried to gain my composure, but it was an impossible endeavor.

"A-are you staying, or what?" I asked. I was still trying to stop blushing and was failing miserably at it. I started to pull at my sleeves. Why did this girl make me so uncomfortable?!

"Oh course Marceline. I hope you don't mind, but I'm afraid I didn't bring any PJs," she said. She kept staring at me and just smiling. It was so…nice. No, it was utterly discomforting. I couldn't stay still.

"Oh, um so we are having a sleepover now? Like right now? As in this very moment." I said. I was still blubbering like a fool.

"Marceline! You are such a weirdo. Of course I would need PJs if I'm going to be spending the night here with you," she said. That sugary grin still lay upon her face. It was driving me insane. I just wanted to grab it and…I don't know what I would do with it.

"Oh! Well, I still have some old PJ's. They aren't pink though so you'll have to make do I guess." What was I! An idiot! Why did I say that? I hope I didn't offend her. I know she really likes pink bu-

"Marceline, of course its fine. I don't wear strictly pink, you know," she said. It almost seemed as if she was chastising me. Like I was a little child and should know better.

"Ok then. Well I'll get you some PJ's and um…you can just make yourself at home."

"OKAY, Marceline. Gosh, you act as though you rarely get company. I know Finn and Jake come over here a lot." Yeah, well those guys to make me feel like this. Glob, this girl.

I left her alone in the den, sitting on my red couch. I noticed that she was intently analyzing the room, seeing what posters I had recently hung up. I went upstairs towards the bedroom. Glob this was going to be a hell of a long night.