Hello one and all, after a long unexpected hiatus, I'm back.

I'll be revising and updating chapters in my offhand and will be (hopefully) adding more chapters soon, so you can look forward to that.


Sunday, August 16th

Newly painted whitewashed panels covered the outside of the dormitory walls to hide its obvious aging. The roman columns clumsily held the building in place, making the structure of the building look less than safe. It was obviously slightly remodeled to accompany the many girls that were soon to stay there, and by the looks of it, it needed more than the light touch up it was given.

Bonnibel noticed a wooden swinging chairs that hung from either side of the door frame, both void of life at the moment.

Bonnibel couldn't blame anyone for wanting to stay inside, the sun was scorching the newly cut campus grass and burning just about anything else in its sight, including the eggs that other students had cracked open on the unattended sidewalk. She knew their little experiment would fail. She had tried it before and without an alternate heat source it was a no go. But that wasn't the point, the grounds keeper wouldn't be too thrilled about how many eggs they cracked. Which happened to be a surprising amount, actually.

Her small hand reached out to knock on the door, to her surprise she found that her hand was shaking a noticeable amount. Sucking in a breath she knocked on the door and took a step back to grab her bags.

After a moment the door creaked open, a girl's head peeking out from the open crack and an immediate flood of cool air rushed out hitting Bonnibel like a wall. The gatekeepers blueish eyes scanned the surrounding area before landing on the obvious guest that stood directly in front of her. This lead to a bored and somewhat loathsome expression as the door opened fully, showing the resident.

Her clothes were undesirable to say the least. Extremely short shorts clung onto her rather large legs, pudge sticking out from under the seam. It wasn't hard to see that it was many sizes too small or that it didn't fit her body type. In fact, you'd have to be completely blind not to notice. Unlike the shorts, her faded yellow tank top happened to be much looser, showing her cleavage and allowed most-if not all-of her bra to be shown.

Smacking on her gum, she put her weight against the door frame and blew a bubble that popped before she sucked it back into her chubby cheeks.

Bonnie was certainly worried about the safety of the door frame. And no, that wasn't an insult. The door frame looked fragile under her weight was all.

"So you're the bitch that's replacing WP, huh?" She barked sharply, ringing Bonnibel's ears.

"I guess so," She answered much softer than the girl had. In comparison, a marching band would be quieter.

"Well come in, stop wasting the AC. Damn."

Inwardly Bonnibel rolled her eyes. She could already tell she'd have future problems with the larger girl. "Wouldn't dream of it." She gave an unconvincing smile.

The door keeper only grunted, leaving the open doorway unattended so she could sit with her dorm mates in the living space inside. And yes, Bonnie thought that was completely hypocritical of her.

As the incoming dorm-mate entered the building she saw just how massive it was. Multiple couches and love-seats surrounded the mounted flat screen to the right. The stairs were built parallel to the doorway in an awkward fashion. To the left was the dining area and kitchen that could fit twice as many people as it currently held. It was much more modern than she was expecting, as the outside didn't match the interior what-so-ever.

"Nice, yeah?" A different girl asked, walking towards her.

Fairly tanned and tall were the first things to come to mind. Well no, she tried no to point out the blatantly obvious trait. From head to toe her body was decorated with bright neon colors that almost matched her colorful hair. From the roots you could tell she was a natural blonde, besides that, every color in the rainbow entangled themselves in her hair. All of it reached the floor in a colorful scheme of waves and glory.

Smiling, Bonnibel breathed out, "Yeah." as she took in the room.

The taller girl bumped her shoulder, forcing the much smaller girl to look into her deep emerald colored eyes. "Sorry about Lillian, she's just sour because WP graduated. You need help with your bags?" Gesturing to the bags she was currently carrying, she flashed a heartwarming smile that filled her with a sense of false trust. She wasn't sure why she deemed it as so, but shrugged it off.

"Uh, sure." Bonnie handed her one of her smaller bags out of guilt and headed up the stairs.

"What's your name?" The girl asked, following in her footsteps.

"Bonnibel." The small pinket let out. "Yours?"

"They call me Rain." She took a second to think, still walking as she did so.

Knitting her eyebrows at the comment, Bonnibel looked up to meet her gaze. "Why?" As she asked she tried her best to play off the fact that she just about missed the next step. Thankfully, Rain didn't say a word.

"People just like giving nicknames, I suppose." She chuckled, stopping at the designated room. Second floor, first door on the right.

"What is it?" Bonnibel asked curiously. "Your real name I mean."

"Yeoja Bi."

"Korean?"

"Yeah actually." Rain walked in and set down her stuff to the side.

Bonnibel immediately chose the bottom bunk. She had always been afraid of heights. Though she didn't particularly think it was too high for her comfort zone, she wasn't going to take a chance at falling off of it in the middle of the night. She just hoped her roommate wouldn't mind.

"Hey Rain, Chopped is on." Someone yelled from downstairs.

The colorful girl smiled. "I'll let you get settled in. If you need anything else or have any questions let me know, okay?" She headed out the door and turned back around, grabbing the handle of the door. "Oh," She said as if she almost forgot something. "And welcome to Sigma Kappa."


Turns out that most people in Sigma Kappa were older, some by a year, others by almost four. And most of their dreams were to be things such as doctors, lawyers and professors. It was as if all of the smartest and most organized students were in one building.

Only ten or so of her new Sigma Kappa roommates had shown up early. The others were supposedly on their way and weren't supposed to be here until the later evening for the "Home Sweet Dorm" party that Delta Chi was holding.

Many of the girls had told her that it was the one and only partying fraternity on campus. Something that Bonnie had to admit put her mind at ease.

As much as she loved parties-enter eye roll here-this definitely wasn't something she wanted to attend. The people at these typical college parties were the kind that she usually didn't associate with. Not because she didn't enjoy their company or their way of life, but because she'd too busy for idle pleasures.

Sleazy, drunken idiots were scattered across the dorm yard, each trying not to fall over their own feet as they did so. Others there consisted of buzzed college mates rocking out to the music that played ever so loudly.

Why did she agree to this again? Oh right, somehow every member of Sigma Kappa talked her into going, and being her nice little social self, she had somehow allowed herself to fall into this trap that a good portion of college students end up falling into.

You could tell that at least half of the student population was there getting drunk. To top it all off, this was just the beginning of the party. The moon hadn't even shown itself yet.

Yup, this would be a long night.

"Is this how it is every year?" Bonnibel asked Rain as they made their way towards the entrance.

"Considering that this party is exactly like the last hundred they've thrown, I'd say yes." She gave a bright smile, letting Bonnibel through the door first. This seemed to be a pattern.

She passed the doorway just as a football flew inches away from her face. Looking down one end of the hall she was surprised by a tackle with such a force, her teeth rattled as she hit the ground.

"Oh shit!" Someone yelled over the obnoxiously loud music. "Are you okay?" Looking up from the floor, she saw a hand reaching out to her. Without hesitation she took it and was lifted back up effortlessly by a tall and quite charming boy. Letting her settle back on her feet, he rubbed a spot behind his head in embarrassment. "Sorry about my friend, he's a bit reckless-"

"Garrison!" Another student whined, coming from behind to wrap a strong arm around her helper's shoulder. "I spilled my drink all over myself." He giggled drunkenly, pointing at his shirt that was now drenched in liquor. "We were playing football and I tripped-" He eyed Bonnie for a second before a sly, lustful grin tugged at his features, sending a sickening chill down her spine. His deep hazel eyes trailed down from her face to-other places before licking his lips.

"Marshal," Garrison elbowed, who she presumed was Marshal, in his side to snap him out of his lustful daze. "You ran into her." He tried to say this as quietly as he could to his friend, but the room wasn't exactly quiet.

Trying to take a step forward, Marshal stumbled. Luckily his arm was still wrapped around the somewhat shorter Garrison, who stood strong, catching the drunken fool.

"Maybe you should go back to your dorm." He suggested.

"But this is my dorm."

"No it's not. Your dorm is two blocks over." Garrison corrected, trying to balance both himself and the intoxicated Marshal.

Marshal looked around the living space before a stupid grin appeared, along with another drunken giggle."Oh yeah." He patted the top of his friend's head. "Good thing I have you around, Gumball." He continued this for a moment before taking small strands of it through his fingers, playing with the blonde locks. "Your hair is so soft. Do you use girly shampoo? It smells girly-like a fuckin' flower shit on your head."

"Shut it, Marshal." He growled, basically picking up the other student. "Let's go. Excuse me." He gave a polite smile before walking past the two girls to leave.

"Damn it." Lady cursed from beside her. "I forgot about Marceline..." Lady glancing around the corner as Bonnibel had before she was tackled.

"Who's Marceline?" She could barely hear her small voice over the thudding music.

Lady looked at her oddly, only taking a few seconds for it to click that the newcomer knew nothing of the school or the people. "She's an Abadeer." She stated plainly before giving a little laugh as if there were not other way to explain her. "The guy you met back there is her brother, Marshal. Lillian always freaks out about trying to get with either one of them. I guess she sees it as a challenge or something-It's actually pretty entertaining." She laughed at the thought. "Usually ends with arguments. I'll leave it at that."

A platter of shots was passed around and Rain took hold of one before handing one of the clear glasses to Bonnie, which she promptly refused.

Not pushing it, Rain gulped down both drinks, cringing slightly afterwards. "What do you-"

"Hey guys!" Lillian came in the door, talking as loud as she had before, but this time she sounded as if she was in the correct atmosphere. Maybe the overbearing music had caused irreparable hearing loss over the years, which would explain her constant ear blasting volume. "Where's the drinks? I'm fucking thirsty as-Oh shit! There's Brad!" And just like that she attempted to bolt toward 'Brad'.

Bonnie watched as the girl ran off into the other room, pulling someone in for a passionate and probably drunken kiss. Bonnie cringed and looked up at Rain. "I think I'm going to head back to the dorm now. Parties really aren't my thing." Lady tugged on her arm before she could leave, giving a cute little pout.

"Come on. They only throw this party once a year. You'll regret it if you leave." Lady looked around again. "Why don't you socialize and make some friends? I could introduce you to Jake and we can check back up on Marsh-"

Bonnie's hand raised to stop her from continuing. "From what you've told me, all of the parties they throw are the same. Plus, I can socialize with these same people while they're sober and not trying to sleep with anything in sight."

Lady then let go of her arm and crossed hers over her chest, still pouting as if it would make the slightest difference. It didn't. Realizing this, she quickly gave up.

"Fine. Do you at least want me to walk you back to the dorm?"

"No," Bonnie insisted. "I'll be fine. I need to get a head start on my thesis."

Lady raised an eyebrow. "Thesis...that's years away, but I mean, you do you."

"I only have a year til I have to apply into the masters program and I don't want to put it off." She chuckled, briskly giving her a goodbye so she could get out as soon as she possibly could. Maybe being rammed snapped her judgment back into place. Honestly she was glad it had, the blasting music was starting to give her a migraine.

Walking back to her dorm was much more peaceful than she thought it would be. Everyone was at the party, so no one was out and about to make a ruckus.

It was quiet and pleasant, though the temperature had started dropping. It was still warm, not scalding like it had been earlier in the day.

Letting out a breath she looked up at the cloudless sky, a sunset forming in the distance. An array of orange and pink shades lit up the sky behind the dorm buildings, creating a scenery that only movies seemed to create. A picture perfect masterpiece.

Yeah, she thought to herself. This is going to be a good year.


It's quiet, Marceline thought. They must be at the party. Hand on the handle, she turned the unlocked door. Hopefully they'll be back by curfew, or else they'll get locked out. She honestly didn't care if the door was unlocked at night or not, it was the other girls that worried about a burglary or rapist entering the building. But honestly, the probability of that happening on campus was so low. The worst that could possibly happen is if one of the other dorms decided to come in and prank them, which never happened to this dorm, thank God.

But by the look of it...She glanced back at the colorfully splattered yard. The multitude of colors scattered across every inch of the ground in every color imaginable. Even the sidewalk that lead to the front entrance received no mercy from the onslaught.

They had their paint war over here this year. Not that she was surprised. It was customary here.

Shrugging it off, she stepped inside of the enormous living space. To her surprise both rooms were void of life. All that was left was furniture and the brightly painted pictures that hung on the walls.

Stepping into the room she heard a slight echo as she placed her bags down in front of her. God, this place is empty.

Wait, She thought, closing the door behind her. I wonder...Forcing a good sized breath between her fingers, a high pitched whistle escaped, reverberating only slightly, giving off a pleasant melodic tone back. Shit, I've been here two years. How did I not notice how great the acoustics were in here?

The corner of her mouth tugged upward into a satisfied smirk. She then began to take out her acoustic bass from its hard case. Over the summer she had noticed that she only owned electric basses, not including her stand-up that she kept in the music room. She absolutely hated using amps in such a space. In fact she loathed even the thought of it. Though she knew she was able to plug in headphones, she still decided to invest in an acoustic instead.

The light reflected off of the rounded black body, shining back at the ceiling as she carried it over to one of the recliners, the reflection moving with it. She hadn't gotten the chance to play the newly bought instrument yet, considering she had only gotten it a week before. A busy week following it.

Plucking the tightly wounded strings, a melody formed in her head, her fingers moving along with it. She loved being able to freely imagine her own riffs and tunes without having to worry about what others thought. Well...Not having to worry about anyone else listening.

Professors were the only ones she really showed off to, and that's only when they asked. Rarely did she ever play around other students. It was the judgement factor that always snuck its way in, even when after years of convincing herself that it didn't matter, she knew that it secretly did. It bothered her just as it always had.

Keila, her best friend, was the only person she could play in front of. This same girl happened to be her roommate and was a music major like she was-thank God. She not only helped with all of her assignments but also helped with song writing. Even though she absolutely hated how Keila pushed her boundaries, Marceline knew she only did it for her benefit-

"Not the partying type?" Marceline's thoughts came to a hold. Her fingers still aimlessly shuffling their way around the wooden frets, though her strumming was nonexistent now.

You're not Keila.

"No." Marceline stated simply, more talking to herself than to whoever this was-secretly hoping they would go away so she could go back to playing in peace. "Yourself?" She heard herself ask, inwardly cursing for doing so.

"No, I have other matters to attend to."

She was certain now that she had never heard this voice before. She knew most of the girls from this house. Though she didn't talk to most of them, she could still recognize their voices. But this voice didn't match the others. Oh did she know what that meant.

Light footfalls entered the kitchen, the opening of the fridge came after that. Maybe she was searching for something to eat before leaving.

"That's understandable." Marceline's voice was deeper now, ranging in a lower, more deadly tone. Something she only used as a warning. The stranger barely seemed to notice, or maybe she just didn't care. Either way was not pleasing to the musician.

Marceline's eyes watched her come from behind her chair and around to sit to the nearest available seat beside her and God was she pink. Not just pink, but majorly pink. Covered almost head to toe with the exception of her undershirt and converse, both bleach white, all neatly pressed, no wrinkles. Yikes.

"You're really good, you know." She commented, sitting up straight, one leg resting over the other. How proper. Her style consisted of pink skinny jeans that-what Marceline had to admit-fit nicely on her. So was the one pink streak she had inlayed in the side of the girl's blonde hair.

Marceline blinked. "...Thanks."

"Can you sing too?" She asked, genuinely interested, bright cobalt eyes gleaming at her.

Biting her lip, Marceline nodded and gave an low, "Yeah."

Can you go away now?

"Are you here for a music degree or do you just play for fun?" That caught her somewhat off guard.

Marceline glanced up at the newcomer. Her skin was somewhat red as if she had been outside all day, her hair was unbelievably straight-obviously flat ironed, and in the corners of her eyes showed the beginning of laugh lines. So she knew this girl couldn't be completely prude.

"I'm hoping to get a doctorate in music." She told her, sliding her fingers up and down the frets. "It just depends on how long the school is willing to pay for it all." The tone in her voice was nonchalant and still low, as it was when she became nervous. Low and melodic. But this girl wouldn't know that.

"What do you mean?"

Even though she currently wasn't holding down any chords, the musician's fingers started strumming the strings from lowest to highest, then the exact opposite. "Full ride." She started, looking back up at the other girl. "Been doing fine for the past two years, but..." She smirked. "College gets harder by the semester." Plucking a chord on her bass, she sighed and placed the instrument down on her lap, giving up on the fact that she wouldn't be leaving for quite some time. Might as well be civil. "What about you?"

"I want to study epidemiology. But there's complicated factors in that. So it depends on exactly what I want to do inside of that field."

"The study of diseases, right?"

"More specifically the spread of it. But close enough." Rubbing the back of her head, like the typical nervous person would do, she chuckled lightly.

"Rad." Marceline heard the girl holding back a laugh. "What?" She questioned.

"Well," She tried, calming down, gazing into Marceline's eyes. "It's just that...wait are your eyes-" She exclaimed.

Before she could look into it any further the rocker stood up, making her way towards her room, bass in hand.

"Wait!" The girl begged, running after her.

"Don't follow." She warned with a tone that implied that she would rather be left alone. Taking her other items, she made her way up the stairs.

"They're red, I've just never seen-" Bonnie's fingers tightly wound themselves around the fabric of Marceline's shirt to stop her.

"Let go." Marceline demanded sternly, refusing to look at the other girl.

"I'm sorry, they're just so-"

"So what?" Her voice became rough and even lower than before, scaring the other girl into letting her go.

"Remarkable..." She breathed.

Marceline's words caught in her throat. No one just looked at her eyes and says that they're remarkable. They weren't anywhere close to that. If anything they were monstrous, and that's putting it in a nice term.

She just turned and made her way up the stairs, opening her assigned room. But her stomach dropped at the sight in front of her.

Pink bags laid on the bottom bunk.


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