Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews, they really motivate me to continue this story ^_^ Also, from now on I should be able to update this a lot quicker as I have got more free time (sorry for the long wait on this one, I feel so bad but stuff has been hectic) =D A few of you have said that there are some flaws in the story, but never specified D; I like constructive criticism so it would be awesome to know what it is! If it's my grammar and stuff, I'm sorry, I'm bad at that and I'm trying my best to improve. If it's to do with the college system, I'm not actually American, but I'm trying my best to follow what it is like so if I mess that up plz tell meh! Lastly if it's to do with character situations and stuff, I spend a lot of time thinking about that so I most probably will have an explanation but feel free to point out any problems anyway _ thanks guys and enjoy!
Chapter 3:
Marceline: I'm almost there!
Keila: Great, don't be too long, I still don't know your friends too well.
Marceline had just turned around the corner of a street, she was about two blocks away from her college with about half a one to go. It was awesome how her friend Bongo had a house so close, it made organising jam sessions easy. Their band had recently gone through some changes. After doing a few gigs and gaining a little popularity, 2 of their original members moved away due to the change over to college, leaving them incomplete. Fortunately they managed to find a replacement drummer; Bongo, and now Keila who played the guitar. Guy was the other member of the group, he was an original and played the keyboards, and then there was of course herself; who was the lead singer and bass guitarist.
Marceline strolled up to the familiar wooden door and knocked hard, her class time and the fact she had to rush to her apartment to get her bass, meant she arrived fashionably late. She waited a few seconds before Bongo answered the door.
"Yo Marceline! What's up come in!"
They did the signature fist bump as she walked in to the lounge room where Bongo had set up a practice area. She looked over to see Keila tuning her guitar. Marceline took out her bass and a chord, plugging it into an amp, she stummed a few notes.
"You guys ready?"
A controller went sliding across the room.
"Yo that's cheating!"
Guy snatched the remaining controller out of Marceline's hand before going to grab his own.
Marceline didn't actually know how it got to this point, but somehow, at some stage, band practice had morphed into an intense Super Smash Bros. battle.
"AHA aww come on!"
As soon as Guy returned with his controller, Marceline was quick to snatch hers back, almost a little too late. Their squabbling had let Bongo gain a significant advantage, while Keila still was still trying to figure out the controls. Knocking them out one by one, and going out of her way to distract others, she was able to place second against Bongo.
"Aww common, no fair, you guys actually own the game. I'm just button bashing here"
Guy smirked at Marceline.
"Well at least I, for one, wasn't cheating"
Marceline crossed her arms.
"You're just mad 'cause you lost and you know that you've had more practice"
She stood up from her crossed legged position and stretched her legs.
"Well, I should probably be heading back now, I have to get my dinner ready cause man I'm huuuuungrry!"
She zipped her bass up in her carry bag and shifted it onto her shoulder. Keila followed suit.
"Yeah, Braco is expecting me soon"
"Aww what, you're not going to be home tonight as well?"
Marceline pouted.
"Hey come on, you just eat and sleep anyway!"
The dark haired girl gave quick mischievous smile closely followed by a pout.
"But even a potato needs company every now and then."
Keila rolled her eyes and smiled. They began walking to the door
"Well maybe you should find another potato to potato with you."
"Maybe I will"
She turned to face the other two. Saluting them.
"Bye guys!"
And with that both of them left.
The walk back seemed a lot shorter, Marceline reflected on the night and chilled to some acoustic music from her phone along the way. The dormitories were quiet, most people had returned for the night and were already settled in their rooms. She walked in the direction of her door and noticed a girl sitting outside the next one over, reading a book.
"Bonnie?"
The girl didn't respond and continued to read her book. Marceline sighed and tried one more time in a less enthusiastic tone.
"…Bonnibel?"
The girl looked up to meet her eyes.
"Oh, hi Marceline!"
She felt as though that comment was dripping with sarcasm… like she was trying to train a dog or something.
"Why are you sitting outside your dorm?"
Bonnibel smiled back at the dark haired girl. The smile seemed rather shallow.
"Oh I'm just waiting for my roommate to return."
"You locked yourself out didn't you?"
The pink haired girls face dropped at this comment. Marceline smirked knowing she was right.
"No! I told you I'm waiting for my roommate!"
The dark haired girl nodded back at her sarcastically.
"Well, I'm here, do you want some help with something or like, some other place to wait aside from in the hall?"
"I told you, I'm fine"
She buried her face back in her book and Marceline stared blankly for a few seconds.
"Suit yourself."
She unlocked her room door and let herself in, pulling it shut behind her. She set her bass down next to her bed. It was times like this she was glad her father was loaded and could afford to put her in the more spacious college housing. Marceline opened her mini fridge and looked in it for a few moments, there wasn't much but she found some left over pizza to eat along with a can of Monster energy drink. She sat on her bed and switched on the television that her dad had bought for her when she moved in.
At least he was useful in some way.
She sat on her bed cross legged and snacked at her pizza, already bored of what was being displayed on the screen, her body swayed to the side almost falling before steadying herself.
I am way more tired than I thought.
She put her drink on the sideboard and laid back, mindlessly to watch the screen. The bed felt soft and comfortable around her body. She eventually drifted into a light sleep.
Marceline jolted awake, her heart was beating fast; she could hear a faint clicking sound from outside her door.
Drinking energy drink is a bad idea before sleeping… noted.
Now mostly awake, she sat up and shifted to the edge of the bed, wondering what to do with this new found energy. She heard a more coherent bang from outside her door, and in her drowsy state, stood up to walk toward the source of the sound.
Marceline put an ear to her door to scout out the situation. She noticed that it wasn't coming from directly behind her door, she reached for the doorknob.
The dark haired girl opened the door slightly to peek through. What she saw was, once again, the same girl from before.
"Bonnibel?"
She opened the door wider to step slightly out. The pink girl was on her knees facing the door with a type of credit card wedged between the doorframe and the door. The pink haired girl turned to face her but didn't say a word.
"What are you doing?"
Marceline rubbed her eyes, still a little weary from her nap. The girl slid the card she was using back into her wallet and sat with her back against the wall.
"I.. uh…"
Bonnie looked back to the darker haired girl who was still staring at her, looking dazed. The pink girl thought for a moment before getting up and grabbing her bag.
"Never mind."
As she adjusted herself ready to walk, Marceline cut her short.
"You know…"
The pink girl stopped to listen.
She actually stopped. Did she really want to leave?
"…I, ah…. Well…"
Marceline paused, trying to piece the words together in her head. She sighed
"I literally fucked up the moment I got here… The first week? The initial inspection to decide whether someone deserves this lifestyle; my room was a disaster. Not only that, but one of my subjects I have no clue what the hell I'm doing. I feel… stupid ALL the time. And do you know how I get through this? I get through these things by asking for help, finding out what others do, and learning from them.
I guess… What I am saying is that you always seem like you are in you own bubble and won't let anyone sway you or help you at all. You know, you shouldn't be afraid to ask for help or something… everyone needs assistance once in a while."
Marceline scratched the back of her head… she hoped that her ramble had made sense, though with the source of her energy being from an energy drink meant it was just as likely her sentences were a disjointed mess.
The pink haired girl tightened the grip on her bag strap. Marceline relaxed her body to reduce the tension in the atmosphere. She swayed back and forth lazily in an attempt to think up her next sentence.
"So... Once more. Do you need anything?"
Bonnibel looked at her for a moment before avoiding eye contact.
"My roommate isn't messaging me back… May I-"
Bonnibel stopped for a moment to think carefully about her words.
"-ah… 'CHILL' in your dorm room… for now."
A smile drew across the darker haired girls face. Her pep talk must have worked at least a little.
"Hah. So hip"
"Shut up"
Marceline stood aside from the door to give easy entrance, Bonnibel stormed passed her, with the dark haired girl closely following. She closed the door shortly after.
The TV was still blaring as the two girls entered the room. The pink girl set her bag down and sat at the desk chair, Marceline sat at the foot of the bed so she could face the other girl… god… she did not think this through.
"So ah… how have you been…"
The pink girl gave the other a vacant expression.
"I locked myself out of my room and my roommate hasn't messaged me back. I thought I might have to spend the night in the library."
Marceline cringed at the response… she had that coming. The girl reached back for the half-filled can of Monster and took a sip.
Awkward… so awkward.
"…Wait, so why didn't you call services?"
"They close at 8:30pm"
"Right."
Marceline racked her mind for something to talk about, realising how little she actually knew about this girl. She had bumped into Bonnibel a fair few times but never actually found out much about her outside of college. Who was this girl?… who she was in a room with… alone.
Wait why do I care about that? I'm in a room with Keila like this all the time!?
"Are you okay?"
Marceline was shocked by the sudden question.
"Ahh…. Y-yeah why?"
"You look like you are burning up."
Marceline became aware of the heat that was encompassing her cheeks.
"It… ah… it might be the Monster, I probably shouldn't be drinking this at 10:30 at night… but I never learn."
Bonnibel stood from her chair and took the can from the other girls' hands, placing it on the side table.
"No you shouldn't be, these are so bad for you. Here."
The pink girl placed a hand on Marceline's forehead and one on her own, looking as though she was in deep thought.
"Hmmm"
"What?"
The pink haired girl paused for a moment. She felt the hand on her forehead move to the back as a force pulled her forward. Bonnibels' face was in close proximities as her forehead was pressed together by the pink girl. Marceline tried to remain calm, but felt her heart beat quicker and face warm up even more. She became aware of the how Bonnibel was holding them together and the faint breath flowing across her lips.
Rfdsnlfkjcnedisjmdclx-brain god what, why this way though.
Her heart rate increased and she couldn't help the blush arising in her cheeks. In an attempt to avoid the other girl noticing, she quickly swatted her away and pulled back.
"Yo, I think I'm good but thanks."
She hugged her legs and buried her face in her knees to cover most of her face.
"I don't know, you felt pretty warm to me. Are you sure you are not sick?"
"Seriously don't worry, I'm just naturally hot as fuck."
Marceline sat with her back against the wall and stared down at her feet nervously. Bonnie shook her head at this comment.
"Are you sure it's not because of me?"
Marceline froze for a moment.
"ahaha… What?"
She looked up to face the other girl but rather than seeing her walk away she came face to face with a pillow.
"ahhh!"
She let herself fall sideways onto her bed.
"It was a joke silly"
Bonnibel giggled to herself and took a seat on the bed. Marceline rested her head upon her hand to look at the other girl.
"But in all seriousness, what is the deal with you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like, what is your life outside of college, what did you do before you came here?"
"Oh… Well 1) I'm a college student so that's basically my life, and 2) like most; I came from high school."
This girl is impossible… I still haven't learnt anything extra than from before.
"Okay, but like, did you enjoy high school or-"
Bonnibel was quick to respond.
"-Do you really want to D and M right now? My brain is kinda dead from all this drama."
"Okay then… fine. Do you wanna just watch some shitty late night TV then?"
Bubblegum looked to the small TV placed upon Marcelines desk at the foot of her bed.
"Sure why not."
She switched off the lights to darken the room. Marceline got them a pillow each to lean against as they both sat comfortably on the bed watching a crime documentary. These shows always intrigued her and by the looks of it, this is one thing the two girls had in common.
Marceline opened her eyes as she realised she was drifting off to sleep. She looked next to her to see the pink girl already dozing.
Oh damn, I gotta make a bed up to sleep in, Keila would flip her shit if anyone slept in hers.
Marceline reached over the sleeping girl to the remote on her side table and clicked the off button. The room was dark and silent, but still light enough to see around her. Marceline sat up in preparation to leave the bed, but instead felt her arm stuck in a grip. The sleeping girl had hold of it in a hugging position and seemed to clench tighter as she tried to get up. Marceline as stealthily as possible, respond in a calming quiet whisper.
"Bonnibel, I'm going to set myself up a bed, you can have this one."
There was no response.
"…Bonnibel?"
"No."
The pink haired girls whimper was barely legible.
"What?"
Bonnibel lifted her head drowsily to look up at her.
"Don't bother, lay here, I don't care."
A hand lifted to gesture her into laying back down. There wasn't much room in the king single bed, but knowing how much effort it would be to get up and find the stuff to set a sleepable bed up, Marceline obliged and laid back for a moment. The pink girl let go of her arm and rolled over to face away from her. She stared up at her roof, greatly aware of the person sleeping so close to her. She looked to her left seeing the mass of pink hair flowing nicely over her sheets. Marceline bit her lip and rolled over to similarly face away from the other girl. It took some time, but Marceline finally drifted into sleep.
B)
