Author Note: This is my first story, so i'm sorry if it is terrible. But I love Bubbline so I had to write my own fanfiction. Reviews would actually help me a lot to make my story better! Yes it will be very long, but if it's a complete failure after a few chapters I will discontinue it. Please review and let me know what you think. c:

Good glob, I was running late for class. My dumb alarm hadn't gone off this morning, I wonder why. (probably forgot to set it, stupid me.) I took my seat near the back, considering most of the seats in the front were taken. I was only a few minutes late thankfully, but my professor didn't even seem to notice. I blew a strand of my bright pink hair out of my eyes, took out my notebook and started writing down notes. Time seemed to pass by, about 40 minutes into class. I heard the door open and a tall, thin, raven hair girl walks in. she looks around for a moment, then takes a seat in the row I had been sitting in. I know I was a few minutes late, but how irresponsible of this girl to come in 40 minutes late. Why even show up? I looked over at her and she was staring at me. I shook it off considering I shouldn't waste my time and continued taking my notes. I felt like she was glaring at me the whole time.

My professor dismissed the class, and I let out a sigh. I gathered my belongings and got up to leave. When I had walked out of the classroom, I noted the strange rocker girl leaning against a wall across the hall. She looked over at me, and gave me a toothy smile. Why would she be doing that? I have no idea. By her appearance we seemed to be total opposites, so why would she even show this small interest in me? Then again it was just a smile, it may haven't even been towards me. Why was I even thinking about this?

I'm not girly, but I love the color pink. My hair is pink, and I wear mostly pink clothing. I have always been involved with school, paying more attention to my science studies then socializing. I mainly spent my free time studying and performing experiments. And this girl, she had long black hair. Possibly green eyes, and I noted when she smiled at me her canines were rather sharp. It gave me the chills. She had been wearing a grey tank top, black torn jeans, and boots with a leather jacket. She was tall and slender; I was short (Possibly about 3 inches shorter than her.) Who was this girl?

I left the college building and headed to my job, at the Tree Trunks Café. I served tables and also help make the drinks. An old lady owned the place; her name was actually Tree Trunks. She was the sweetest thing, and oh my was her apple pie amazing. She absolutely adored me, like I was her own grandchild. I realized I was a few minutes late when I walked in and Tree Trunks noticed me.

"Bonnibel, sweetie!"

"Greetings, Tree Trunks. I apologize for being late, rough morning." I said as I slipped on my apron and pinned my nametag to it.

"Its okay, darling. I may have to leave early today, do you think you could close up for me around 8 tonight?"

"Sure, I don't mind." I got right to work. I took orders, served a few people, and then looked at the time. Wow, only 10 minutes has gone by. The café was rather busy for a Monday afternoon. When I heard another customer walk in, I looked over at the door. I felt butterflies flying around in my stomach as she walked in. The rocker girl from earlier just walked in and took a seat, observing the menu. Was I blushing? No, of course not. I don't even know this girl, why would I be? I walked up to her table where she was sitting alone.

"Greetings, welcome to Tree Trunks café. What would you like this evening?" I could tell I was slightly nervous talking to this girl, my hands were shaking.

"Ah yes... hm... Strawberry cake?" she looked me right in the eyes and smiled. Oh glob, I felt the butterflies again. She had a beautiful, and again those teeth gave me the chills. I nodded and headed back to the kitchen, slicing a piece of cake and bringing it back out to the girl. She smiled as I came back up to her and placed down her order.

"Bonnibel, is it?" I looked at her with a confused look.

"Your name tag." She said, giving me a smirk.

"Uh... yeah. Yeah my name is Bonnibel." Why was I getting so nervous? "You're in my class from earlier today, right..?" That was a stupid question.

"Ohhh, I've been noticed." She smiled, eating the strawberry off the top of the cake. I didn't know what to say so I just turned around and headed into the kitchen, too nervous to say anything else. I don't know why but I've always been fond of people like her. The dark, mysterious, punk type. I've never been in a relationship, because growing up in high school I just didn't have the time. Actually, I haven't given my sexuality much thought until recently. Could I possibly be into girls?

A few minutes later I came back out and noticed she had gone, so I went over to the table she had been sitting previously. I noticed she only ate the strawberry and not the rest of the cake. Why would she order a cake if she didn't even at least try it? This girl was sure a mystery. Wait, what was this, a note written on a napkin?

Marceline Abedeer.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

I assumed Marceline was her name, but why would she give me her number? I think it was her number... I caught myself starting to blush so I shoved the note in my pocket and went back to work, trying to ignore my previous encounter.