First of all, Welcome to my new story!
A little warning here, yes this is a story about love, but first and foremost it is a story, not 90% smut/fluff
I'm not judging, just a heads up if you are looking for something else. And yes, this is a slow burner :P
P.S. Enjoy ^^
Message to Bears - Moonlight
The world doesn't care about who you really are, and what your story is.
Bonnibel had always known this to be true.
Everybody lies, hides, and smiles. That's how the human race survived thus far. Wearing pretty dresses, driving fast cars, and eating expensive food, just to hide your true colors, is the way of society.
What kind of person you are is determined by nothing else but some numbers on some papers in some office, because the truth is that who you are is just not important.
As long as you can hide your weakness, everything will be fine. Everyone will think you are normal. Nothing special. Forgettable.
Bonnibel was no exception to that rule. All she wanted was a peaceful life for her family and herself. That was all.
That's why she was fine when her mother announced, that they needed to move once again.
She understood why and didn't want to make a scene either. Her mother was giving it her best, it wasn't her fault.
They had been played a bad hand in life. Not everyone can be a multimillionaire, after all. As long as they had a roof over their heads and a warm meal per day, they would manage.
Bonnie was okay with how she lived. She didn't need money. For what would she spend it anyway? She didn't care about her looks too much and didn't have many friends either.
Let's be real, who would want to hang out with me? I'm happy when they can remember my name at all.
It had always been like that.
"Hey, Bonnie wanna go to the cinema this weekend?"
"Naa, I got a lot of homework, sorry. But maybe next week?"
Lying helps. Smiling helps.
"We thought about going into a disco tomorrow, what about you, Bonnie?"
"Sorry, but I need to babysit my little brother tomorrow. Next time I promise!"
Eventually, they stopped asking. Nobody can blame them, right? They probably just forgot about it.
But that was fine.
06.30.2016
"It's okay Neddy. You will find new friends. There will be a lot of kids where we are moving."
"I don't want to, though! I like our home how it is now!"
"And you will like our new home just as much."
"Stop lying to me, sis!"
At her wit's end, the young girl turned her head to search for help. Their mother was sitting on the sofa next to them, staring against the wall, not reacting to her kids at all. Head in her hands the woman sat there, doing nothing. Bonnie was worried, she had this one expression on her face again.
"Mom?"
The blond woman had a short delay in her reaction, that went not unnoticed by her daughter. "Yes, darling?"
"You okay?"
"Oh, I'm fine. Just a little tired." She stood up, moved over to them, and knelt down next to her son. "We will have so much fun in our new home, Ned. We can explore the new city together. It will be a real adventure this time."
The boy sniffed, looking at his mother, still with tears eyes. "R-Really?"
"Of course, and I promise you that you will find new amazing friends."
There it was again. His stupid grin.
Bonnie didn't mind that her mother basically said the same things she had already. She was just happy that Ned wasn't crying any longer.
"And now go, pack your things for me, will you?"
"Kay, Mom!" And with that, he ran off to his room.
Her mother, still on the floor, was looking into the corridor where her son just had run into. Still, despite her son being already out of view. There it was again, the same face she did wear earlier. Her big eye circles were clearly visible now.
Must've been another exhausting shift, huh... Bonnie thought.
Then, as if she noticed that someone else was still in the room, her mother got on her feet again, yawned, and said, "So, wanna help me pack some stuff as well, Bonnie? If we all work together, this will be over before you can say, Jack Robinson."
"Sure, mom." Bonnie smiled.
"Perfect. You start here, and I do the kitchen?"
"Okay, yeah sure." Then, Bonnibel looked through the room and added, "I can come and help you when I'm done here."
It seemed almost as if her mother had forgotten that their living room was pretty empty. Just two bookshelves, a sofa, and a small table. "Maybe that is a good idea, darling." She chuckled.
Bonnie wished she could see her mother laughing more often these days. Clarabel Buchholz was a beautiful woman, with long blonde hair. She had pale skin, with a faint cute blush that was always on her cheeks, even more so when she was laughing.
I hope that I will look like her someday. Her daughter always thought.
A lot of people had already told Bonnie that she came after her mother, but to her, it seemed like she was nothing more than a bad copy. Her skin was not pale but pretty much transparent, and while she had her mother's blush, it always looked as of Bonnibel was embarrassed about something.
Her hair, while being just as long as her mother's, always grew split ends for some reason. Maybe she should comb it more?
More out of frustration than anything else, she had one day decided to color her hair pink. Like that, she wouldn't be compared with mother as much as before, or at least that was what she was hoping for.
Another small chuckle brought her back into the now. "Now that I think about it, Neddy probably has the most work out of the three of us."
That line of thinking brought a smile on Bonnie's face as well. "I'm telling you, you're spoiling him."
Clarabel didn't respond, but simply shrugged, still with the same warm grin, playing over her lips.
The rest of the day, the Buchholz family was slowly getting ready to move again. They all were used to it by now, they already had some type of routine for it.
"First I will drop you and your little brother off, then I will drive again to bring the rest of our stuff. I'll be with you two, the day after tomorrow."
"Sure."
"You will be okay alone?"
"Don't sweat it, mom. Focus on driving safe instead." Bonnie waved her mother's worries off, knowing that they weren't solely meant for her. Her mother knew that she would be fine. Ned on the other hand… "It's quite a long trip. Make sure to sleep enough before you start it. And don't you think about rushing it. How often are you supposed to make a break, again?`"
Her mother saluted before her. "Every two hours, ma'am."
Bonnie couldn't keep a straight face when her mother was like that. "You're such a goof."
Afterward, the tree of them ate together, which had become quite rare these days.
"Will you say goodbye tomorrow to your friends, Neddy?"
"Yeah… Do you think I and them will be able to stay friends when we move to the other side of the country?"
"Of course you can! Why not get their number, so that you can talk to them over the phone sometimes?"
The little boy seemed to be satisfied by that idea. "Like that, they and I will stay friends!" He said, with his usual big smile.
"And you Bonnibel?"
"Me?"
"Not gonna meet your friends one last time?"
"Oh, I… I already told them and well, there is nothing really we can do about it, right?"
"That's not what I asked, darling."
"Of course... I will meet them tomorrow, but as far as I know, we didn't plan a big farewell or anything."
"They probably want to surprise you, then!" Clarabel seemed to be excited.
"I wouldn't know." Bonnie said while fiddling with the spaghetti that were left on her plate.
"Tell them that I said goodbye as well, will you?"
"... Will do."
Her little brother had been staring at his sister's plate for some time now. "Are you not hungry anymore, sis?"
"You can have the rest, Neddy."
"Awesome!" Without a second thought, he grabbed the rest of the food and started shoveling it into him.
"Don't be so hasty, you're going to swallow something up." His sister warned him like she always did.
As Bonnibel made herself ready for bed she thought. Going to bed with a full stomach isn't supposed to be healthy anyway.
07.31.2016
The next day she woke up early. As every Sunday, it was up to her to make breakfast for herself and her little brother, who was still asleep. Her mother was already heading towards her workplace, as usual. Weekend bonuses were a pretty handy thing to have.
"What's for breakfast, sis?"
"You fine with the leftovers from yesterday?"
"Morning-Spaghetti!" Ned announced while throwing his hands in the air.
As they sat down, Bonnibel could see that today was pretty sunny. "You and your friends gonna meet at the sea, today?"
"Mhm." Her little brother tried to say, while a chewed-on spaghetti fell out of his mouth. "I will miss being only half an hour away from the beach."
On that, she frowned. "You only need half an hour with your bike?"
"I- uhm…"
Bonnie sighed. Crossing her arms before her chest, she scolded her little brother, "At least try to be careful. Who cares if you need ten more minutes?"
The little boy looked down on his plate, "Sorry…"
Yet another sigh escaped her lips. "Mother wouldn't be happy if you hurt yourself. You don't want to make her feel sad, do you?"
The shock was all over his face, after being accused by her sister. "I love mom!"
"I'm not so sure about that."
"But I really do!" He pouted.
"If you did, you would drive safe though."
"I do… I will from now on!" Ned said determinedly.
"Promise?" Bonnie stretched her hand out.
As her little brother grabbed said hand to shake it, he said "Promise."
The rest of the day, Ned felt like making sure that is sister knew that he wouldn't forget the promise before he finally headed out.
Bonnibel, on the other hand, kept herself busy doing work around the home. Small stuff like cleaning the kitchen and the bath, so that her mother wouldn't have too much work, once her kids were in the new home.
They didn't need any more trouble with the landlord than they already had.
Once she was done, she did what she usually did when she didn't have anything else to do. She opened one of the boxes, in which she had put the books in.
And for today we read… This little guy!
She grabbed one of the books she had already read many times.
The Bestiarium Vocabulum. A book about all kinds of animals, their anatomy, their behavior, and so on.
She had read tons of books in her short life, and re-read most of them just as much. What else was there to do? Study, and read. Those two things had never betrayed her.
And you know what the best thing about those two hobbies of mine is? They are both pretty cheap.
She had already started reading through most of the textbooks she got for the new school, as well. And why shouldn't she? In the end, it would only help her to be ahead of the subjects in class.
The blank truth was, that only while doing something useful like this, she was able to relax.
But she didn't really get that far into the book. Being tired from cleaning the house, she didn't even notice how she fell asleep, right after thinking about the new school she would be going to, soon.
Maybe this time, everything can be good for once...
08.01.2016
She couldn't take it any longer. More than anything else, she needed some fresh cold night air.
"You can't think that this is a good idea! You have to represent the values of our family, not some humbug. Why can't you listen to me? At some point, you will have to inherit our company, instead of wasting more time you should try to learn what's essential."
Marceline had just nodded, while her father had put her in place. She knew that if she had talked back there, it would only have gotten worse than it already was.
Now, she was just strolling through a park, still wearing the formal clothes she had worn while eating with her father. A gray shirt, a red knee-long skirt, and against the cold wind a mellow yellow trench coat.
Her father wouldn't have liked the idea of her being alone in a park in the evening, but Marceline could take care of herself.
She would go to her favorite bench, next to the small lake, and listen to some music. Doing nothing for a while was just the thing she needed right now.
Being so drained after her conversation with the head of the Abadeer family, she almost didn't notice the pink haired girl sitting on her bench.
The girl had beautiful green eyes and was looking up from her book to stare at Marceline. She needed a moment to realize that she must've approached the girl on the bench in such a way that it must've given of the wrong idea.
"Can I help you?" The girl asked.
"No… No, you can't." Marceline left the confused girl alone, not really caring what she would think of her.
Can't I have just a few minutes for myself, for fuck's sake!