Marceline. Marceline. Miss Vampire Queen. She was as beautiful as she was bad. Having the side of her long and luscious jet-black hair shaved to channel her inner-punk rock chic and gothic personality, she was sporting a large white t-shirt and black tattered skinny jeans and red Converse sneakers. Relaxing inside her tiny home inside of a cave, she was watching terrible television as she was disturbed by a phone call. Damn. As if she didn't had enough crap in her life. She growls to herself (even though she was alone) and answers the phone.

"What?!"

"Hey. Sorry. Hope I wasn't interrupting anything."

Crap. Bubblegum.

"Bonnie. I mean….Bonnibel...how are you doing...?"

"I'm okay. Yourself, dear Marcy?"

"I'm okay. I guess. Watching crappy television."

Bonnibel laughs at her vampire best friend. Bonnibel was thinking that Marceline was being a riot.

"I know, right! There's never anything good on television nowadays...HEY! You're not busy. Wanna hang out?"

"M-m-me? Hang out with me? Are you sure...?"

"Yeah. Don't act so shy, my dear. We're best friends again. It's cool. Right?"

Marceline was hesitating for a moment. Was she really going to go through with this? I mean, it was Bonnibel Bubblegum we're talking about here! I mean, wake up people! Bonnibel was graceful; Marceline wasn't. Bonnibel was respectful; Marceline wasn't. Bonnibel was polite; Marceline wasn't. (I think you guys are starting to see the pattern.) Bonnibel Bubblegum was everything that Marceline the Vampire Queen wasn't. Girly. It wasn't that Marceline was jealous of Bubblegum. She was in love with Bubblegum. In love. Her style, her grace, her integrity. Even her skinny stick figure. Compared to Marceline's curvy and boisterous figure. Bonnibel, to Marceline, is a queen. A goddess. A beautiful masterpiece. Good God. She was talking Bonnibel up like she was some Little Miss Perfect (which she was).

"Marceline...? Are you there?"

Oh man! She didn't know that Bubblegum was still on the other line! Her hands trembling, she grabs a hold onto the phone and quickly answers back to Bonnibel.

"Yeah. I'm here still. Sorry 'bout that. Sure. We can hang. Just come through and chill."

"Hahaha...I will. See you soon."

"Y-yeah. See ya."

Bonnibel hangs up and Marceline was starting to freak out. Crap! Bonnibel was coming to her house and it wasn't as pretty and perfect as Bonnie's perfect castle. There were a few pieces of trash scattered around and she managed to leave her guitar on the floor. She quickly grabs the trash as she throws everything away and puts her guitar in the closet in her bedroom. Stubbing her toe once and hitting her knee on a few occasions, her house was starting to perk up a bit. Only a few minutes to spare too! All she hoped that she didn't screw this "supposed to be date" with Bonnibel. (Date, it was to Marceline.)

Bonnibel was packing up her stuff as she was getting ready to go over to Marcy's house. Shy as she was, she couldn't help but think that her vampire friend was coming down with something. Like she was sick.

Not sick. But like a fever or something.

Bonnibel brought her thermostat, hot chocolate in a bottle and a heat pack for her forehead just in case. She waved farewell to her dear Peppermint Butler and trotted off away to the lair of dear Marceline the Vampire Queen. A few inches closer and she was there. She noticed that her house was surrounded by a body of water. She jumps across as if not to get her shoes dirty and wet. She knocks on the door. Bonnibel hears crashes coming from glass. She screams out.

"Marcy! Are you okay?!"

"Y-yeah! I'm cool!"

"Can I come in?"

"Sure."

She opens the door slowly. Marceline was on the floor, picking up glass and pricking her fingers as she picks up the sharp pieces.

"Dude. Lemme help."

"I'm okay. Really."

Marceline was too distracted by Bonnibel's beauty that she pricks herself again. Bonnie laughs and shakes her head as she cleans up the vampire's mess.

"What shall we do, friend?"

"Uh. How about hang with the boys...? Finn and Jake?"

"Okay. I love it when I see them."

"Me too. Let's go."

Finally. Something to distract Marceline from kissing Bonnie. As long as Bonnie didn't figure her out, she was fine.