Hey guys, here's chapter 3! I'm going to be taking a longer time to update chapters from now on, seeing as I've run out of pre-written ones. Sorry! This ones a bit longer than the others, and it's got a bit of a surprise at the end. Don't worry though, I plan to take it slow from here!
Anyways, thanks for the reviews, and don't forget to give me more :D! Bonnie sat on her bed, just finishing up her Honors Calculus homework. Sliding it into a plain blue folder, she tossed it on top of her nightstand. Stretching her legs, the tip of her toes brushed lightly against the white baseboard of her bed. Just as she brought her arms above her head, her phone vibrated, shaking on the wooden top of her desk. Curious at who would be texting her this late at night, Bonnie rolled off her bed and picked up her phone.
Hitting the lock button, she entered her four-digit passcode. A bubble appeared in the top left of her screen, and she tapped it, bringing up her messages. A number unknown to her sat at the top, its message displayed in a small but delicate font.
"Hey there hun" Bonnie frowned slightly, tapping on her phone to reply.
"Who is this?" She didn't have to wait long for the reply.
"Awe, you can't tell :c?" Quick with her fingers, Bonnie was already suspicious of who it could be.
"Marceline! How did you get my number?!"
"Oh, all it took from your brother was a poke and a prod. He gave it over easily enough after I said we needed to work together on a Science project together. I guess you're a goody-two-shoes, huh?"
At this, Bonnie flushed, her cheeks turning rosy. She locked her phone, sighing to herself. She needed to sleep. It was a school night, and 11 was way past her self-designated bed time. She pulled the string on the lamp by her bed, a small click greeting the arrival of darkness. She laid there, her eyes closed. Finally, a few minutes later, she gave an audible sigh, and unlocked her phone again.
"Why did you actually want my number?" After all, curiosity killed the cat.
"Hmm.. would you like the truth?"
"Well obviously. I wouldn't have asked if I had wanted to be lied to."
The next reply was longer in the coming. For some odd reason, Bonnie felt nervous as to what Marceline was going to say. 'Get a grip. Why would I be nervous right now?' her thoughts were interrupted as the vibrations from her phone traveled through her palms.
"I dunno. I just feel like we could be good friends.. I mean, if you don't mind that.."
"Hmm... We can be friends. Just try to stay out of trouble. Please!"
"Yay :)! And fine. I guess I can try to stay out of trouble. No promises though, okay?" Bonnie sighed. This was the best she was going to get. It's not that she was afraid that her reputation was going to be dragged down; she had no fear of that. She just wasn't particularly fond of the idea of possibly getting pulled into this girls problems.
"..Fine. It's late, Marceline. Don't bother me .-. Goodnight." She realized too late that her reply sounded a bit too harsh. Oh well. At least it would allow Bonnie to sleep in peace. As she snuggled into a ball under the covers, she sighed, content. This was going to be a good year. She could already tell.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Bonnie sat up, rubbing her eyes. Her hair was disheveled, in need of being straightened. Odd. She could see herself, as if she was looking from someone else's eyes. Suddenly, her door opened, and Marceline's head poked through.
"Breakfast is downstairs Bonnie. You better be up so you're not late for school!"
Bonnie's eyes flew open, and she nearly smacked her face into her mothers.
"C'mon hun, it's time to get up!" Bonnie merely nodded, looking down at the sheets and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes for real. 'What a confusing dream,' she thought to herself, sliding off her clothes and into the shower. After she washed her hair and cleaned herself, she stepped out and brushed her teeth. Dressing was simple. A dark blue pair of skinny jeans over her white panties. A pink shirt over her lace bra, and a light jacket to cover her arms. A pair of pink sneakers covered her light blue socks.
She shoved her folder into her backpack, zipping it up and slinging it over her shoulders in a rush. She was nearly late for school! She dashed down the stairs, taking two at a time. Her brother was kneeling by the front door, hurriedly tying his shoes. She reached the door as he finished, and the unspoken agreement to skip breakfast was left in the dust as they hurried to make their first period in time.
Bonnie mentally thanked the gods as she pulled in, realizing they were just in time. She found a spot reasonably close to the school, and got out of her car, locking the doors behind her. A low rumble filled the air, vibrating the cement, and marking the arrival of the bus train. At least six buses pulled into the parking lot; Bonnie didn't care to count the exact number. She was dreading school anyway. It had been a few weeks since she had caught Marceline fighting, and since then, it seemed as if everything was going downhill. Massive loads of homework had already been assigned, and she had 2 papers due this week.
She absentmindedly climbed the steps to the school's main entrance, trailing behind her brother and wrapped in her thoughts. She collided with someone, and glanced up, apologizing.
"Sor- Oh, hey Marceline." She said, looking down and rubbing her hands together in her hoodie pockets. "What's up?" Marceline looked at her, scowling, and shoved ahead of everybody, leaving Bonnie behind 'Well, someone's obviously having a bad day.. I wonder why..' The thought was cut short as the first bell rang, meaning everyone had to be inside the building. A quick stop to her locker allowed her to grab her books, and she was on her way to American Civilization II.
The bell's shrill ringing filled the school just as Bonnie stepped into the classroom. She chose a seat in the back of the class today, not even realizing Marceline was in front of her. 'She's everywhere today..' she thought, sighing silently and pulling out her three-inch binder.
"Alright class. Today, we'll be taking notes on one of America's best times, the Roaring Twenties..." Bonnie sighed deeply, not in the mood to take notes off a stupid powerpoint for an hour. She laid her head on her arms, daydreaming as she stared out the window. The clouds had retreated, revealing the light blue sky and a hint of warm sunlight. Amidst her wandering mind, she thought back to last night, and the brief conversation she had with Marceline. Remembering how it had ended, she leaned forward, taping Marceline on the shoulder. The black haired girl turned around, giving Bonnie a look that would've scared anyone else.
"Hey, sorry if I came off a bit too harsh last night. I was tired and I've just been stressed out lately. Forgive me?"
Marceline held the glare for a moment longer, before her eyes softened.
"Yeah. I forgive you.. Thanks," she murmured, nodding quietly before turning back around to face the front of the room. Bonnie smiled lightly before retreating back into her mind, only to resurface when class was over.
The rest of the day was a blur of hallways and different classes, each lost to Bonnie as she instead enjoyed the private confines of her mind. She thought of nothing really; she just enjoyed the simple brilliance of being alone and unbothered. She even drifted off into a light sleep at the end of the last period, and was rudely awakened by the loud ringing of the bell.
Once she was home, she immediately retreated to her room, pulling out her laptop and going straight to work on her Honors English paper, the topic being Edgar Allen Poe's descendance into madness, and how it affected some of his later Literature before he committed suicide. Halfway through her first draft, just as she was getting into the flow, her phone vibrated, causing her to jump. She pressed the top button and entered her passcode, flying through her apps and into her recent messages.
"Hey ;)! Guess who?" it read, and Bonnie sighed, bringing her fingers up to her screen.
"I was just getting into my paper.. bad timing.. what's up?"
"Oh that stupid English thing? Yeah like I'm going to do that… I have other.. things.. on my mind hun."
"Marceline! That's like ten percent of your grade! Do it!"
"Or what? You'll scold me and 'hurt' my feelings again? Not gonna work this time xp!"
".. I won't answer your texts for a week."
"... Fine, you win. I'll START it, but that's the most you're getting from me right now. TTYL bitch!"
Bonnie locked her phone and smiled unconsciously, going back to her paper. An hour later, as the last rays of the sun shone through her window, Bonnie saved her word document and closed her laptop. "Glad that's over with.." she muttered to herself, crawling off her bed and towards her door on shaky legs. She swung it open, and was greeted with the delicious smell of her moms homemade garlic bread. A chorus of voices echoed about downstairs in the kitchen, and Bonnie bounded down the carpeted steps to see who the visitor was.
As she reached the ground floor, the house suddenly became a lot more silent, the only noise being idle chatter that drifted lazily from the living room. Turning into the kitchen, Bonnie stopped dead in her tracks, shock apparent on her face. On the other side of the room, facing away from her, was Finn, standing in front of the fridge. Leaned against the fridge was an unrecognizable girl- mostly because the two's faces were mashed together.
Bonnie made a 'Mm-mm' noise, as if she was clearing her throat, and the pair jumped simultaneously, Finn turning around, his cheeks the color of Bonnie's hair tips.
"Uh, Bonnie! Uh.. hey! What's up? Me and Farrah were just- just grabbing a drink from the fridge!" He said, opening the door and fumbling around for a bottled soda. "See!" he said, turning around once again and handing it to Farrah. He closed the fridge and grabbed her by the hand, leading her out the doorway and towards the living room.
"Your secrets safe with me!" She called out to their backs, before continuing on into the kitchen and setting the table. Once she was finished, she pulled the garlic bread out of the oven, arranging it on a plate and setting it on the middle of the table. Next, was the pasta, which was promptly drained into the bowl, the steam causing Bonnie to look away. After that too was on the table, she carried on to the meatballs, until, finally, the table was filled with food and empty plates.
"Dinners ready guys!" She called, and one by one, everyone trickled into the room. It turned out that Jake was there too, and he took a seat in between his little brother and Farrah, keeping an eye on them. Her mother and father, of course, sat at the head of the table, and Bonnie was next to her brother. After grace was said, the food was passed around, and no one ate until everyone had something on their plate.
The awkward silence that followed was broken by Bonnibel's mom.
"So, Jake, how's Senior year coming along for you so far?" She asked in between bites.
"Just like you'd expect it. Hectic and stressful. I envy Finn here. He's got it easy!" he replied, punching Finn lightly on the arm. She nodded, and turned to Bubba.
"And you? You haven't talked about school at all. It's kind of worrying. Is anything up that we don't know about?" Bubba looked down as he ate, avoiding everyone's eyesight.
"Don't worry about it.." he said quietly, taking a sip of milk from his glass.
"Son, if something's going on, you kn-"
"I said don't worry about it!" He said, interrupting her and pushing his seat out from the table. He ran out of the room and up his stairs, and the sound of his door slamming echoed throughout the hallway.
"Well then.." Bonnie muttered, picking at her food. "May I be excused mom? I'm not really feeling well tonight. This year's got me more stressed than I'd like to admit…"
"Of course hun! Do you want to take the day off from school tomorrow?" Bonnie thought for a moment, then nodded her head.
"Nah, I think I can handle it. I love you mom. See ya guys tomorrow!" She said, hurrying out of the kitchen and back up the stairs, closing her bedroom door behind her. Just as she finished slipping into some comfortable PJ's, her phone vibrated, lighting up her quickly darkening room.
"Hey Bonnie…"
"Hey.. What's up?"
"I'm freaking out.. my parents.. I seriously need someone right now.."
"Hey, I'm here for you! What happened?"
"We got in a fight.. my dad.. he.. he hit me again.. I had to get out of there.."
Bonnie gasped upon reading the last text. She put her phone down for a moment, thinking quickly to herself. She got up and opened her door, screaming down the hallway.
"Mom, I think I will be taking tomorrow off! Don't bother me until I've woken up- I just want to sleep in, okay?" Without waiting for an answer, she quickly shut her door and dashed back to her phone.
"Where are you right now?"
"I don't know. Somewhere near the city. It's getting pretty cold.. I'll have to go home soon.
"Marceline.. you.. could come here if you wanted.. My windows not too far above the ground. I'll open it for you."
Nervousness mixed with excitement filled Bonnie's stomach, and she opened her window before crawling under her blankets and propping herself up into a sitting position using some pillows. The minutes crawled by, and the only sound that filled her room was the quiet, calm chirping of the crickets outside. Suddenly, a loud bang penetrated the silence, causing Bonnie's head to snap towards her window. She pulled her lamp string, illuminating her room, and looked at her window again. Something scraped against her house, and then all was silent again.
Marceline's black hair appeared out of nowhere, followed by the rest of her head. She threw her arms over the windowsill, and hauled herself up, eventually pulling herself into Bonnie's room. She closed the window behind her, then turned to face Bonnie's bead, her pale face a bit red.
"Hey.." she said awkwardly, taking a step forward and sitting on the edge of her bed.
Bonnie pulled herself up a bit more, and pushed her hair out of her face. "Hey Marceline! Are you alright!?" Marceline looked down, and her hand unconsciously moved to her right arm.
"Yeah, other than where my father hit me, I'm fine… I'm probably going to have a black eye again.." Bonnie leaned forward and grabbed Marcie's hand, looking her in the eye.
"You're okay here, alright? I'm taking the day off tomorrow, and I already told my mom not to bother me. If you want, you can stay here for the night until your parents calm down a bit, okay?" Bonnie scooted to the side of her bed and lifted the covers. Marceline looked up and smiled softly, kicking her shoes off and climbing under the blankets in an attempt to warm up.
"Why are you doing this for me?" Marcie said, looking at Bonnie. "I mean, you barely know me, other than as a troublemaker, yet you so openly just.. let me into your home. Why?"
Bonnie turned on her side to face Marceline and stretched out her legs, yawning as she did so. "Honestly.. I'm not sure why I did. You needed a place and I wasn't going to let you sleep outside in the freezing weather. I mean, we're friends. We can count on each other.. right?" Marceline nodded and scooted a little bit closer to Bonnie as she turned the lamp off. In the past half hour, the sun had completely fallen below the horizon, and the room was cast in a complete veil of darkness.
"Right," she replied, lowering her head to one of the many pillows and settling in. Bonnie turned back to face her in the dark, and lied down, not minding the fact that the space between the two's faces had to be less than eight inches.
"I'm always here for you Marceline. You know that, right? We may not have known each other for a long time, but I still care about you. If this ever happens again, you're always free to come here."
"Yeah, I know.." she said quietly, scooting even closer. "I care about you too.. more than you might know." Bonnie felt Marceline's hand brush against hers, and her breath hitched, causing her heart to skip a beat. Marceline intertwined her fingers with Bonnie's, and their noses touched, causing Bonnie to shiver slightly. She felt Marceline's cheek brush against hers, and her breath lightly brushed against her face.
"Marceline.." Bonnie said softly, and then it was upon her. Marceline's soft lips pressed against hers, and Bonnie closed her eyes, tightly gripping her hand. Her mind lit up and her body shook lightly from the excitement of her first kiss. A feeling, purer than anything she had ever experienced before, replaced the anxiety in her stomach, and she leaned in closer, pressing her lips more firmly in Marceline's. Finally, the two pulled apart, and Bonnie took a deep breath as Marceline shifted, turning to face the other way and pushing her body into Bonnie's. Bonnie lied down next to her, wrapping her arm around her stomach and pulling her close, taking a deep breath once again to calm her racing heart.
The two said nothing, merely enjoying each other's presence, the feel of the others chest rising and falling as their breathing slowed.
"Goodnight Marcie…" Bonnie said slowly, snuggling closer to the body next to her.
"Night hun…" she replied, grabbing her hand once again.
And in a flash, the two were asleep.
