PB's POV
It was Friday, and Bonnibel was actually surprised at how little homework she had this weekend. Several of her teachers had given her a light load, and she was pretty surprised. As a Biochem major she didn't really know the meaning of "free time."
What should I do? Bonnie spun around in her desk chair. She suddenly remembered that Marceline had wanted to hang out with her. Since she wasn't overcrowded with homework for once, like she usually was during the week, she could actually have time to hang out. Bonnie whipped out her phone and texted Marceline, figuring she already had plans but there was nothing to stop her from trying. She got a text just a few minutes later.
From: Marceline
Sure thing, Bonbon. Nothing planned tonight except for a movie marathon. Whose place we crashing at?
Bonnie thought about that for a moment, then offered her room. She knew Juli would be gone until late tonight anyway. She texted her friend back.
From: Marceline
Sweet deal. Be ready in an hour? I've got the snacks.
Moments later, Bonnie's phone buzzed a second time.
From: Marceline
Oh, and how do I get to your place? Any parking nearby?
Bonnie gave her the directions to the nearest parking lot to her hall and then instructed her on how to walk to the dorm from there. Once she was done, she set to work straightening up her room. For the most part, she was very organized and clean, but during the week it had begun to slip a little bit. She made sure all her clothes were neatly hung in her closet, her trash was taken out, and the place smelled nice. Hopefully Marceline wouldn't mind the sweet smell of her body spray that doubled as her air freshener. Bonnie went and took a shower to wash the day's gunk off her.
When Bonnie was done her shower, she came back into her room. With her long pink hair wrapped in one towel and her body wrapped in another, she inspected her closet. Hmmm…. I suppose I should look nice, right? But what should I wear? Bonnie wished that Lady was here to help her with her fashion choices, but it looked like this time she was on her own.
After much speculation, Bonnie settled on some comfy leggings, a slightly cropped shirt, and her favorite necklace. She hung up her towels, took a load of dirty clothes to the laundry room, and set up a cozy little space on her bed with blankets, pillows, and her laptop in case they were to watch a movie. Should I put on make-up? Hmm, maybe not. Before she had time to make up her mind, she got a text from Marceline.
From: Marceline
Hey, I think I'm here. Come let me in?
Trying her best to tame the butterflies in her stomach (and not quite knowing why they were there in the first place), Bonnie walked out of her room and proceeded to their suite door. Upon opening it, she found her friend leaning against the doorframe. She looked as cool and mysterious as ever. Bonnie gulped. She had never hung out with anyone this… badass before.
"Hey Bonbon," Marceline said, half-smiling, half-smirking. She strode right into the common area before Bonnie could invite her in. Marceline walked over to Bonnie's open room door.
"This your room?" Bonnie nodded. "Nice place you have here, for a sophomore." Marcy chuckled. "Just joking. Really, it's nice. Roommate though? That sucks."
"You live by yourself?" Bonnie asked. It was a miracle to get a single room around here.
"Yeah, I live off campus, so I squeak by." That's right, I forgot she lived off campus. That would explain why she needed directions to the nearest parking lot. Must be nice to not have to share your space with anyone.
"Well, luckily my roommate will be out partying tonight, so we don't have to worry about her. And I don't have that much homework this weekend, so I actually have a bit of free time for once."
Marceline nodded. "Cool," She said, throwing a plastic shopping bag in Bonnie's direction. The younger girl barely caught it. "Snacks," Marcy said. Bonnie peered into the bag. Popcorn, ramen, and a bunch of types of candy—all with one thing in common.
"Sooo… You like red candy then?" Bonnie raised an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah. It's my all-time favorite." She chuckled, grabbing the bag from Bonnie and digging through it. When she found something she liked, she popped the candy into her mouth. "Y'know, when I get a bag of Jolly Ranchers I only eat the cherry ones."
Bonnie wrinkled her nose in disgust. "But those are the worst! They taste like cough syrup!"
"Haha, you're crazy." Marceline chuckled. "So, where are we crashing?" Bonnie pointed up to her bed. "Oooh, how romantic." Marcy joked, kicking her boots off and climbing up the ladder. She brought the bag of candy with her. Perched upon the bed, she put her hand on her hip and wriggled her eyebrows up and down in some kind of suggestive motion. Bonnie rolled her eyes and shut the door to her room.
"Make room for me, you weirdo." Bonnie clambered up the ladder and pushed Marceline over to the wall so she could have a spot on the small bunk bed. As the pale girl readjusted to lay next to her, Bonnie fired up her laptop.
"So, what do you want to watch?" Bonnie asked, eyes fixed on the laptop screen. She pulled up the movie site she was subscribed to.
"Hmm, I thought that this one looked good." Marceline pointed to a romantic comedy. Bonnie's face wrinkled in disgust again.
"Seriously? That stuff is gross. And all the love interests look and sound the same anyway. How about this action movie?"
"Haha, nice one Princess. I was testing you, and you passed." Bonnie turned to Marceline, and their faces were very close indeed. Bonnie allowed herself to look at Marcy's crooked smile for just a moment before looking away.
"You're weird. Anyway, here goes." She pressed play and the two girls nestled into the blanket fort that was Bonnie's bed to watch the movie.
After the movie ended, Bonnie took Marceline to her nearby dining hall to grab some slices of pizza. Admittedly, their dining hall wasn't the greatest, but the food was alright most days. They brought the food back to the room and scarfed it down before deciding on the next movie.
"Okay, my pick." Marceline said, grabbing the laptop from Bonnie. She typed her query into the search bar of the movie website. "Haha! Here it is. One of my favorites." Marcy pulled it up. Bloodlust 2. That looks pretty scary. I don't do scary movies. As soon as Bonnie opened her mouth to protest, Marcy cut her off.
"That is, unless you think you'll get too scared, Princess?" Marcy was smirking again. Bonnie examined her eyes to see if this was another test. The last thing she wanted to do was look like a chicken in front of her cool friend.
"No, I'll be fine, thank you very much." Bonnie stuck out her lip stubbornly.
"Alright then," Marcy said, hitting play.
20 minutes later, the first jump scare happened, and Bonnie flinched. Marceline looked at her with worried eyes, but the Princess was determined to appear courageous. Another five minutes later, though, when the ghost appeared in the window, Bonnie jumped and turned right into Marceline's chest. Although she was expecting her friend to tease her, she felt strong and slender arms wrap around her protectively. Bonnie opened one eye to turn back to the movie, and eventually rested her ear on Marceline's chest so that she could continue watching. She could hear the girl's heart beating. This is… nice, Bonnie thought. Her thoughts drifted away from the movie and she closed her eyes.
"Hey now, don't get too comfy there," Marcy laughed. "I'm getting sore. Why don't we switch spots?" Marcy moved the laptop over to the wall, and Bonnie flipped sides. Now Marceline was behind her, and she felt the older girl's hands snake around her waist.
Should I be… alarmed? Bonnie questioned herself. No, it was a reassuring touch, and she liked it. She let her hand rest on top of the other girl's. The feeling of Marcy's chest rising and falling slowly against her back was comforting, too. Bonnie did her best to manage the rest of the movie, but with Marceline there she decided it wasn't too bad after all.
At the end of the movie, the girls decided it was late enough for Marceline to stay over tonight. Bonnie went to the bathroom to change into her pajamas, a pink tank top and grey shorts. She headed back to her room, starting her next sentence before she was even fully in the door.
"Hey, so do you think we should watch another movie? If you're up for it, I thought—" Bonnie paused mid-phrase. She had looked up to see Marceline still changing into her pajamas. Facing away from her, the older girl was only wearing black sweatpants and a lacey bra. Bonnie immediately turned away, embarrassed.
"Uh—I'm sorry, I didn't realize… you weren't finished…" Bonnie stammered.
Marceline chuckled over her shoulder. "It's no biggie." She finished pulling a sheer shirt over her head. "You're fine to turn around now, you know."
Bonnie did so, and the other girl started pulling her long hair back into a ponytail. She tried her best to recover from her awkward moment.
"So, uh, are we going to bed now?" Well shit Bonnie, when you say it like that, it sounds like you're a couple or something. You just can't seem to get anything right tonight.
"Sure, if you want."
Bonnie shut off both sets of lights in the room, and the girls climbed wordlessly up the ladder to Bonnie's bed. Bonnie laid on her back, and Marceline opted to sleep on her side facing away from Bonnie.
"Goodnight, Bonnie."
"Night," She replied. Bonnie stared at the ceiling. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she looked at the girl relaxing next to her. By the slow rising and falling of her chest, she figured her friend was already asleep. Bonnie looked at the slump of her shoulders, those pale hands tucked under her face, and the long raven ponytail that draped down her back. Bonnie sighed. Why did she get so nervous around this one girl? She hadn't felt like this in a long time. Was it possible that it could be… a crush? Bonnie pondered a moment and then shook her head to dismiss the thought. But the way she looked at her, the way she got butterflies at that crooked smile…? If not a crush, what then? Certainly friends didn't act the way they did. But she had known her for such a short time, and she didn't even know if she liked girls! Or if Marceline did, either!
Bonnie sighed again. Too many thoughts were clouding her brain. I guess I can ask her… Tomorrow. Bonnie just hoped it wouldn't make things awkward between the two of them. Turning over, away from Marceline, Bonnie cleared her mind and let herself slowly drift off to sleep.
Bonnie's eyelashes fluttered open. Slowly, the world came into focus in the soft morning light. Marceline's face was all she could see. Bonnie figured she had tossed and turned during the night. Her eyes scrutinized the sleeping girl in front of her. She looks so peaceful, I would hate to wake her. Marceline's pale face was relaxed, her black hair strewn messily across her face, and she was drooling a little bit on Bonnie's pillow. Bonnie giggled, and Marceline began to stir. She squinted in the morning light, and her hand went to cover her face.
"Damn… it's so bright…" She opened her eyes as much as she could, seeing how close she was to Bonnie. Apparently it didn't faze her. "Mornin', princess. What time is it?"
"Not sure. My phone is down there." Bonnie waved in the general direction of her desk. Propping herself up to look over Marceline, Bonnie saw that her roommate was fast asleep in the bed across the room.
"Ugh. Five more minutes." Marceline moaned and rolled over onto her stomach with her face buried in the pillow.
"Marceline, are you gay?" Bonnie surprised herself with how bluntly she had blurted it out. Tactful, Bonnie.
Marceline looked up, her eyebrows knitting together in a worried look.
"Well, I mean… yeah, kind of. I'm bisexual." She paused. "Is that a problem?"
"No, not at all! I was just… curious."
Marceline's expression changed back to her normal mischevious look. "Curious, huh?" She wiggled her eyebrows.
"No, not like that, I mean—" Before she could sputter out the rest of her sentence, Marceline took Bonnie's hands and put them around her waist, drawing them close. "How curious are you, princess?"
Bonnie's eyes grew wide and she found that she had lost her ability to speak. "I…uh…"
Marceline chuckled and pulled away. "Relax, Bonbon. Just messing with ya."
"Ah, yes. Of course." Bonnie sat up as much as she could, but her bunk bed was only inches from the ceiling.
"Well, I suppose I should make us breakfast." Bonnie really just wanted an excuse to get out of that bed with Marceline. Her insides were squirming, and she didn't know if it was good or bad. She swung a leg over the side of the bed and climbed down the ladder. At the bottom, she shook her head. Her heart was still fluttering from being that close to the other girl. What is this? Why am I feeling like this? Bonnie excused herself to go to the restroom at the end of the hall. She splashed cold water on her face and did her best to calm down. After giving herself a silent pep talk in the mirror, she headed back to her room and filled two bowls with cereal. At the sound of food, Marceline begrudgingly arose from her spot amidst the blankets. When she saw Bonnie's desk clock, she moaned.
"It's 9:30? Ugh Bonnie, it's the weekend, why are we awake this early?!"
"That's not that early, Marceline."
"It is for me. I'm practically nocturnal." She grumbled a bit. "You're lucky these Fruit Loops are good."
"I can't sleep in too late. I feel like I'm wasting productive hours." Marceline only shrugged in response.
After finishing the rest of their meal in silence (minus the exceptionally loud snoring of her roommate), Bonnie suggested that she should get started on the remaining work she had this weekend.
"Well, I guess I'll get going so you can work on your stuff. I'm probably gonna go sleep for five more hours." Marceline grabbed her bag and the remaining boxes of candy that were on Bonnie's desk. "You'll be fine dealing with this one?" She jerked a thumb in the direction of Juli's bed.
"Yeah, she does this every weekend. I'll just listen to music to tune her out." Bonnie produced a pair of headphones from her desk drawer.
"Alright. Well it was good hanging with you, Bonbon. I'll see ya later."
"Yeah. See you." Bonnie waved with a small smile to her friend. Marceline headed out the door of Bonnie's room and began to walk to her motorcycle. Bonnie turned back to her desk, booting up her laptop and getting to work.