CHAPTER 2

The night dragged on forever, so it seemed. I couldn't seem to get comfortable at all. I tossed. I turned. At one point I banged my head into the wall. These "living conditions" were just unsuitable.

I sat up on my knees and scanned that blackness. 'The least they could've done was invest in a light'. I pouted to myself. Normally I don't act like this but Marcy brings out the worst in me. I wanted nothing more than to leave. But I couldn't with Marcy. . .wait. She's asleep. This is my chance! I gave myself a pat on the back and squealed a bit before I started to crawl towards the door.

Why was I crawling? I couldn't see a thing and I didn't want to wake Marcy up in case I tripped on something. A princess should never crawl on the floor. It's just improper. I gently felt the area of floor around me and slowly, but surely, made my way towards the door. I tightly grabbed the door handle and used it to help pull me up. The door creaked open as I pulled it softly. I gave the room a quick look to be sure Marcy was still asleep. Good. I hopped out of the smelly, old cabin and quickly sprinted away from it.

I huffed and puffed as I grasped a sturdy tree before collapsing to the ground. It's been awhile since I ran so much. I had to be a safe distance from Marcy now. I rubbed my face against the rough bark, hoping for a kind warmth to give me that feeling of safety I wanted.

SNAP! I turned my head abruptly behind me, "Marcy?"

"You wanna tell me what's up, Bonnibell?" She crouched to my level, "Or do I have to take a stab in the dark?"

The phrase she used really didn't win favor with me in the least. Why did she come after me? How'd she know that I left? "What do you mean?" I decided to play coy.

"You ran from the cabin, Bonnibell, why?" She tried to look into my eyes as though she actually cared for me.

"I'm not sure." I really wasn't. Being alone with Marceline in a remote location scared me for some reason. We just argue. She'd never physically harm me, so why was I afraid? Perhaps it's just so familiar to the last time we spent the night together.

I remembered it well. But did she? "Marcy," I wrapped my arms around her, "do you. . ." I had to stop myself. What if she did remember? And if not, I wouldn't know how to continue a conversation normally from there.

"What is it?"

"C-can you. . .um," I blushed, spiting out the first thing that came to my mind, "carry me back?"

"Sure." She smiled at me and lifted me into the air. She held me close. So close I could feel her heart beat. Hear her inhale and exhale. I rested my head on her pale shoulder. Why was I acting like such a loon? Could it really all be because of Marcy? Maybe I was just over thinking it. I was tired. And nothing more.

"You know, Bonnibell. . ." Marcy's words caught my attention, "whenever you're ready to finally tell me what's up, I'm willing to listen."

"Thanks, Marcy." I couldn't tell her. Not right now at least. The subject was still too sensitive.

We arrived back at the pitiful excuse for a cabin. I'm not sure why, but somehow it seemed worse than when I left. "Marcy." I paused to give her time to turn her eyes toward me.

"yes?"

"I don't like sleeping these clothes." I looked at my jeans. "They just aren't comfortable."

"Well," she carried in the cabin, "It's a lil' chilly if you ask me, but we are both girls. So…"

"What?" I really wasn't sure if I wanted her to finish that sentence.

"Bonnibell, if you wanna sleep in the nude, that's totally fine with me. If you're embarrassed, I promise I won't look." She sat me down on the floor.

"No!"

"No?"

"Of course not!" I turned away, "you're sick!"

"Then what were you going to say?"

"I was going to ask if you'd go back to Candy Castle and fetch my, um, 'sleepwear'." I could figure how else to describe it. It was just a simple shirt. Large and loose on me. It would be a nice dress shirt for a man, but for the original owner, it made a comfy shirt to sleep in.

"uh, sure."

"Really?" I was shocked. I didn't think she'd do it.

"Yeah, I needed to check on Finn and Jake anyway, so it works out for the both of us."

"Thanks so much." It was odd when we had our moments of 'getting along'. It made me a little uneasy. As though it wasn't real, like a twisted dream.

"So what does it look like? Your nightgown?"

"I actually left it laying at the end of my bed with some other clothing, you'll know it instantly."

"Alright. Just don't move, okay?" Marceline placed her hands firmly on my shoulders, "I really don't wanna chase after you any more."

"Alright." I gave her a nod to show I understood. In all honesty, I wasn't sure if I was okay with touching the shirt I wore to bed every night. But it was too late. She left quickly as she floated into the sky.

I crawled into a corner of the room and sighed. I remember when I first got that shirt. It was when me and Marcy were on good terms. I can't help but blush when I think of the old times we had. . .

It was raining that day. It couldn't have been more than as few years ago. But it was long before I met Finn and Jake. We hid under a large tree from the rain. Lightning illuminated the sky. It added a lovely highlight to her dark hair. Her pale skin glistened with rain drops. We were out of breath. All we could do was wait for the rain to subside.

"Hey, Bonnibell." She looked over at me.

"Yeah?"

"You should spend the night with me. It'd be fun."

I said yes. Marcy lived alone pretty much. She was on bad terms with her father. Something about him eating her fries, or something. At that time, I loved being around Marcy. We had fun when we were younger. But not anymore.