[GUESS WHO'S BACK!? I was bored and then I remembered that I had like three stories going, two of which I'm probably not going to write. But I can't just let a bubbline fic sit and fester until it fades away. The chapter's barely over 1000 words, sorry it's short compared to the other two. I have all of next week off, so me and Lyssiebee will probably work on it a lot. We'll be pretty bored. NOW READ THE DAMN THING AND APPRECIATE THE THREE NEW CHARACTERS!]

Bonnie ran faster, her soft boots hitting hard against the pavement. She still had to pick up some lunch before class, but she was cutting it close, all she could hope for was that she didn't get stuck behind some traffic lights at a cross walk. She hadn't eaten this morning and she could feel her stomach twist and grumble with disapproval. All because of freaking Marceline. Seriously, who did she think she was? Bonnie thought to herself as she darted through the thinned crowds on the street. In truth, Bonnie felt a little bad for her, even considering her horrific mannerisms. But would a focused college student really have enough patience to deal with a rambunctious partygoer? Bonnie wouldn't feel right if she just kicked Marceline out, but she had also already had it up to here with Ms. Obnoxious. All having only known her for three hours. Bonnie stopped briefly on the curb and quickly looked both ways before she dashed across the road, jay walking so she could turn directly onto Crystalline Street. After running past some quirky shops and having a few friendly waves thrown her way, she fell down to an out of breath shuffle as she walked into The Orchard Café. This small café was almost like a second home for Bonnie, she visited on a daily basis. The little bell above the door jingled as she entered, the familiar smell of apple pie wafting past her along with warm air. She stepped inside and felt the chilly air leave her as the door closed. She rubbed her hands together in attempt to revive them. A small, quaint woman, just like her little café, emerged from the back of the shop."Bonnibel?" Her white hair was pulled tightly back into a bun, but strands were falling out, framing a well-aged face.

"Yeah, Opal. It's me!"

"You're late, dear!" She wiped her flour covered hands on her stained apron, "We thought you weren't comin' in today." Opal began to make her way to the front to give Bonnibel a big hug, but before she made it past the counter the clock caught her eye."Oh my, you really are late! I'll fix you something quickly!" Bonnie, still out of breath, thanked the little old lady as she retreated back to the kitchen. The university student wiped the light perspiration from her forehead and sat down in a nearby booth to wait for her food. Mr. Varken came down from the upstairs portion of the café which held living accommodations for the older couple, his steps heavy on the old stairs, each one squeaking out in distress as he put his weight down on them.

As he reached the bottom he saw the fair Bonnie waiting in the booth and breathily said, "Oh Bonnibel, hello." He waddled over to the booth and managed to squeeze himself across from Bonnie, the table cutting into his large stomach, a portion of it resting on top. "So, how was your weekend, Miss university student?"

Bonnie, finally catching her breath, sighed. "Could've been better. The building across the street was throwing parties nonstop and I didn't get very much sleep." She propped her head up on the table with her elbow.

The large man let out a deep throaty laugh, "Yeah, I can see that." Mr. Varken motioned to the shadows under her eyes. "What about the roommate? Any luck?" He adjusted his mass within the tight quarters.

Bonnie rubbed the back of her neck, as if trying to prevent the stress of the situation from coming back into her mind. "Well…Someone did come by this morning." She wished she could just tuck away the details of this morning away in some corner of her mind, preferably a corner she didn't use.

Mr. Varken chuckled. "A nice boy, I hope." He patted Bonnie's shoulder from across the table, his large worker's hands warm against her chilled skin. She felt a warmness rise to her cheeks.

"No, no. Nothing like that!" Bonnie wasn't lucky enough to have a nice boy stumble into her apartment. "Her name is Marceline. And she just barged in like she owned the place." She rolled her eyes. For the first time in the conversation, the rosy smile left Mr. Varken.

"You make sure you aren't a push over now, Bonnibel." He waved his fat finger in the air. Bonnie waved him off.

"It's fine," She paused for a second. "I'll let her know who's boss. It's my apartment after all." She sat up straighter with confidence.

Mr. Varken gave the girl a thumbs up. "Good for you!" He started to wiggle himself out of the booth, "I better get myself back to work. Those property tax forms won't do themselves." He stretched his back and waddled himself back upstairs.

Now alone in the café, she stared up at the clock, she had fifteen minutes to run to the other side of the campus while eating… That should plenty of time… Yeah, definitely. She kept trying to delude herself, and she nervously tapped her fingers on the edge of the table. Bonnie was snapped back to reality when there was a crash from the kitchen and she saw a thin, well-groomed boy stumble out, a pair of Ray Ban glasses sliding down his nose, holding a paper bag with 'The Orchard' printed on the side.

From the depths of the kitchen, Bonnie heard Opal's familiar voice yell "Don't you come back in here until Bonnie has her food!" The second the boy's eyes came in contact with Bonnie, his face became beet red and he clutched the bag to his chest.

"A-ah-ahhh… U-um…"

Bonnie sighed, "Hi there, Bradley, long time no see." She stood up from the booth and walked up to the boy, "It's been about a week and half since we went out, huh?" She tried to make eye contact with him but he just kept shying away. "Is your stomach feeling better?" No answer. "Can I have my food?"

Bradley's eyes widened and he quickly shoved the food at Bonnie. "O-Oh, s-s-s-s-sorry." The familiar aroma of a cheesy painini wafted over her. He quickly retreated back into the kitchen. Bonnie groaned. Bradley was a nice boy, and she actually sort of liked him. But ever since they had gone that date Opal had arranged, he refused to talk to her. Sure, he threw up in the restaurant's potted plant, but Bonnie wasn't deterred all that much. But she hadn't time to dwell on Bradley's social ineptitude; she had to make it to her class.

She quickly darted out of the café, remembering to yell, "Thanks Opal! Just put it on my tab!" With the sweet jingle of the doorbell she was off again.

[Have fun trying to guess who all these characters are modeled after. (It's probably not that hard.) And yes, the Bubbline is coming. Eventually... We've got a nice timeline set out for this story, so it should come along nicely.]