chapter 3

It was finally Saturday and I was getting ready to pick up bonnie. I looked through my closet and found what I was gong to wear. I put on a red button up shirt, a skinny black tie, black skinny jeans, a vest, and black converse. It was 8:45, shit; I have 15 minutes to pick her up. I took my leather jacket and rushed out the door. I jumped into my car and headed to the address bonnie gave me. My hands were shaking with anticipation. When I got to bonnie's apartment I checked the time, it was 9:02, 2 minutes late, great. I rang the doorbell and a girl with black hair, opened the door. I recognized her as the girl who interrupted me and Bonnie's kiss.

"Hi, um… I'm, here to pick up bonnie. Is she here?"

She gave me a flirtatious smile "Yeah I'll go get her" she turned around and walked towards the hallway. I walked inside and sat on the couch and looked around the apartment. Everything seemed organized and neat. I could see pictures of bonnie with people, maybe her family. I got off the couch when I heard footsteps coming towards me. When I looked up and I was shocked to see how beautiful she looked. She had a blue strapless dress. Her hair was let loose in curls. I couldn't keep my eyes off her.

"Hey," I said staring at her.

She blushed and looked at the ground. "Hey."

I walked towards her and took her hand. She looked up at me and I smirked at her. "You look beautiful" I said then kiss her hand.

She blushed even more then said, "thank you"

I lead her outside and opened the car door for her. She smiled at me then went inside.

I looked at her and noticed she was looking back at me "so I was planning we could go to that new place down 42nd street. Is that ok with you?" I asked.

"Yea that's cool." she still looked a little nervous.

"Bonnie, why are you so nervous?"

She looked at me then back to the road," To tell the truth, well Marceline, if you didn't notice your pretty famous and almost everyone knows who you are. Aren't you worried the paparazzi would find us?" when she finished she looked down at her hands. I noticed that we reached the restaurant and I parked the car in the parking lot and looked at bonnie. She wouldn't look at me; she was still looking down at her hands. I reached down for her hands and held them, our hands fit perfectly. She looked at me and I gave her a smile.

"How about we go somewhere not so fancy, would that be ok for you? I don't really like all that fancy shit anyway. I was just trying to impress you," I said looking into her amazing blue eyes. She smiled and nodded

"Perfect idea"

After the food we decided that we should walk around central park.

"So Marceline, what's it like being famous? Traveling around the world and stuff," she said

I looked over to her and said, "well seeing new places is fun. The fans are great, more than great, they made all this possible. The only problem is it's hard to have something permanent. Nothing ever lasts. Well maybe my friends are permanent but, I cant get into a relationship its impossible." I said looking ahead. She fell silent then grabbed my hand. I looked at her and stopped walking. I grabbed her other hand and looked straight into her eyes. "But it wont hurt to try." I said taking a step closer.

"Is that so," she said smirking, coming closer to me.

I leaned in closer so that my lips were right in front of hers, "yeah." I closed the space between us and kissed her. It felt like this was meant to be. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I wrapped my arms around her waist. When we broke apart, I smiled down at her

"How about I take you out again, next Saturday."

She looked up at me "I think I can arrange that."

" I'll take you to meet my band. Maybe go to a party after."

" That's cool with me." She said. That's when I noticed a flash. I turned around to see 3 guys in all black and with cameras in their hands. I looked at bonnie and saw that she saw the same thing as me. We both made a run for the car and drove off.

Sometimes being famous is a pain in the ass.