; It's been awhile, since Wikia's been giving me trouble. I decided to upload a longer chapter because of this. I'll likely return to the schedule now.
The next day, Marceline went outside to go visit Bonnibels street. But she noticed Bonnibel coming up her own street past the park.
"Bonnibel, what are you doing here?", said a surprised Marceline.
"Oh, just passing by.".
"Are you passing by; or did you come to see me?", she said like she just figured out a secret.
"Well, yeah. I came to see lf you were around.", Bonnibel admitted.
"Funny. I was about to do the same thing.".
Bonnibel looked out at I.S. 10 & Astoria Heights Park.
Admiring the short walk, she said, "Lucky you. You live right next to the park & the school.".
"Yeah, but you don't live that far away.".
"You know, I've never been to this part of town before.".
"You don't go to I.S. 10?", asked Marceline.
"Yes, I go to P.S. 151.".
"Damn, I heard that place is tough.".
Marceline heard her friend Finn talk all about THAT school.
"It is. Lucky I know the curriculum.".
"Since you've never been to the Wind Palett, let me show you the park. Come on.".
They crossed the street & went down the steps into the park. Kids were running avid through the sprinkler & all about the playground. The park was full of people today.
"Hey. Did you ever play handball, Bonnie?".
"No. Not really.".
"Well, let's go play at the handball court.".
They went to the handball court & Marceline took out a black handball.
"Ofcourse, lt's got to be black.", Bonni rolled her eyes.
"I bet you would've got a pink one.", Marcy retorted.
"That's right.".
"Okay. Playing is simple. The server hits the ball with their hand to the wall. You let the ball bounce only once & then you hit lt to the wall. We take turns like that. You have to hit the ball before lt bounces & you can only let lt bounce once on your turn. Now, let's play.".
They had a fun game of handball. It lasted about one hour.
"I still can't believe that you live in New York & have never played handball.", said Marceline, no sign of tiredness visible.
"Maybe I should buy one then.", Bonni said, unable to claim the same.
"Definitely. I'll come with you.", Marcy offerred.
"I know a place in Ghettia.".
"Nah. Been there. I know a place down 30'th Avenue that'll have a pink handball.".
"Okay.".
They went down 30'th Avenue in the Light Palett & ended up at a store in Woodside. Marceline was right. They had all different colors of handballs. Bonnibel was about to buy one, but Marceline told her to put her money away.
"You paid for me. Now, I pay for you.".
She took out a $1 bill & bought the handball for her friend. They played handball for the rest of the day.
Later on, Marceline said, "Let me walk you home. It's kinda hard for a rapist to not notice you in your big, pink dress.".
Marcy got another chance to see the eerie, compelling 48'th Street.
'It's just a street. Why am I so into lt?'.
Bonnies apartment building was unique to the rest, though they all looked, for the most part, identical. A smiley face was drawn in sharpie on the wall to the right of the door.
"Did you draw that?", Marceline asked her.
"Yeah, about a year ago.", Bonni smiled.
"So, where are them 48's?".
"I don't know, but don't wait for them to show up. They're probably waging war with the 47's or the 32's.".
"Sheesh", Marceline joked. "Was lt really that hard for these guys to come up with gang names?".
"I guess so. All that these guys live for is to make sure that no other gang goes on their street.".
"Some gangs.".
They then parted for the night.
