College. Some place Marceline couldn't even begin to imagine herself being at, yet here she was wandering the campus like an absolute fool, and for what reason? Take in the scenery? Actually get an education? If it weren't for this invitation, Marceline wouldn't be here in the first place. She could feel every fucking pair of eyes beating into her soul. Selfish pricks.

"Hey, can any of y'all tell me where uh, Delphin Hall is?" Marceline called out to anyone who would listen. Nobody seemed to stop. It was the noon hour anyway, so everyone was probably on their way to get a bite to eat.

"Marcy? Hey, Marceline!" Marceline looked around, only to find Jermaine waving her down amongst the crowd of students.

"Jermaine? What the hell are you doing here, in college of all places? I totally thought you'd be off with your brother and Finn doing whatever it is y'all do nowadays," she chuckled lightly as she met to embrace her friend.

"Nah, the whole adventuring and never wanting to settle thing wasn't for me. For all I know, they're probably on the other side of the world climbing mountain ranges, or finding Atlantis, or something. I'm just here getting my masters in philosophy."

"Masters huh? Sounds rough, but I'm proud of you man."

"Oh yeah, it's been a pretty hectic semester this year, but it's all going to be worth it," Jermaine smiled at the thought of having his diploma in hand by the end of the year. "so, speaking of places we'd never thought to see each other, what brings you here? What have you been up to?"

Marceline toyed with the invitation before handing it to Jermaine. "Here, maybe you can tell me why. I have no idea where the fuck this place is, or honestly what this even means. Place seemed kind of cool though, so I guess that's why I decided to check it out."

Jermaine stared at the invitation, "Delphin Hall? Oh shit."

"What, what? Is that bad?"

"Marcy, that's the robotics hall in the graduate school. Who the hell would you know there?"

Marceline looked at Jermaine in confusion for a second. "Uhm, I don't know? Maybe it says so on the invite. I definitely wouldn't think it'd be Phoebe. She was more into blowing shit up and chemistry. Simon's off doing some sort of global cultural study. Says he's trying to find lost civilizations or something."

"This just says that it's an invite to the winter formal that's happening next month. Ohhh, does little miss Marcy have a secret admirer?" Jermaine jokingly teased his friend, but instead was met with a swift punch to the shoulder.

"Shut up asshole. You sure it doesn't say who it's from? The address says the dean's office, but I can't think of any- . . . ahhh fuck," Marceline sighed, finally realizing who her 'secret admirer' actually was, "Bonnibel."

"What? No way! You mean the Bonnibel Taylor, head of the honors society? Oh man, didn't you guys like, date a while back?"

Marceline winced at those words: date, honors society. Smart girl she always was. Date was the understatement of the century. I gave four years of my life to that woman, almost proposed, only to get fucked over in the end before I even got the chance to ask.

"Yeah, something like that Jermaine. Listen, is there some other place we could talk? As much as I would love to continue talking about my failed love life, the middle of campus isn't really the place to do it. Besides, I'm getting hungry."

Jermaine nodded in agreement and in slight shock at how straightforward Marceline was. "Uh, yeah sure. There's a decent pizza place downtown if you want to head there."

Jermaine found a booth for the two friends to sit at, and swiftly ordered a few drinks along with a pepperoni pizza.

"Hey, thanks for this man. I really appreciate it." Marceline made herself comfortable in the booth, and took a drink of her cherry cola.

"Anytime Marce. So not to beat around the bush, but what do you think of all this?"

"Honestly Jermaine, I don't know. We didn't exactly end on good terms, so I'm not sure why Bon even bothered to contact me. When we were together, she was always busy with school, work, and whatever else. I appreciated her work ethic, but she never really made time for herself, or us, whenever she had the chance."

The scent of pizza filled the air as the pie Jermaine ordered graced their table. Both friends grabbed a slice and dug in.

"Well that sounds like something you guys need to talk about, don't you think?" Jermaine asked between bites, "I'm sure we could see if she's around later this afternoon, if you want to talk to her."

Marceline shook her head, "Not exactly a good idea. Whenever Bonnie gets invested in her work, she hates being interrupted. Anything of the sort, and she'll cuss the fuck out of you. I mean, I'm guessing she's busy. I don't know what she's been up to besides that whole honors society thing you mentioned earlier."

Jermaine's eyes widened. "Taylor cusses? What else do I need to know about this former lover of yours? She can't be that bad can she? How long has it been anyway since you last saw her or talked to her?"

Marceline held her head. Too many questions. She could feel her mind being flooded with memories. "It's been . . . five years. Five fucking years since I've talked to her. What makes you think now will be any different?"

"Marceline, I can't believe you!"

"Bon, it was an honest misunderstanding, I swear! Since you seemed so busy with your classes and everything, I thought I was doing some good in cleaning up the office so you'd have space to work in the morning! I really didn't mean to lose your paper. I was even writing you something for this weekend! "

"Yeah, first you 'lose' it, and then you decide to write over my citations with your fucking lyrics. God, what am I supposed to tell my professors?"

"Excuse me? Maybe you should just take a break Bonnie. You've been holed up in your room for the past two weeks driving yourself mad over whatever this is. I'm sure you could just make-."

"I can't just make up some bullshit! That took me over half the semester to write, and it's fucking due tomorrow!"

"Okay, well can't you find a backup or something? Or look through your notes for a different draft? I always keep my lyrics where I can- "

"Oh, here we go again with this music shit. That's all you ever seem to talk about, and how it's going to get you somewhere. You're so insufferable."

"Bon, what do you mean? Just let me help you, and we can get this figured out!"

"No, you don't get it. That paper you just so happened to lose was my FINAL TERM paper Marceline, and probably my last chance at getting into graduate school. Why can't you understand this?"

"Well maybe if you actually TOLD me shit for once, we wouldn't be having this conversation, and none of this would've happened in the first place! It's always work, work, work with you, and nothing else! Do you even fucking care about me anymore?"

"Do I even care, do I even care, DO I EVEN CARE? What about you? I might as well just be done with you. Does that answer your question?"

"You can't be serious Bonnie. All this over some stupid paper?"

"You know, at this point, I don't even want to finish this conversation Marceline. I've got too much to do, and you're just slowing me down. I'm going upstairs. I need to focus."

"Slowing you down? Babe, I can help if you'd just give- "

"Just GO Marceline. I can't be bothered with this anymore. Take your music, take your lyrics, or whatever the fuck you have, and just fucking go. Maybe if you actually grew up, you'd understand."

"Anything's worth a shot Marceline. All you have to do is try."

A/N- Welcome to my new adventure :) hoping this stands a few more chapters, haven't quite decided yet, but till then, see y'all next time.

-IV