So it's a tad later than usual. Sorry about that. I only got home and I'm super tired! :D

Wasn't 'BMO Lost' just an adorable episode?! :D

Anyway I've nothing else to say here really so here's the chapter! Enjoy! :)


Marceline growled deeply. She needed to get to her locker and then to her next class as soon as possible. She pushed past the other students. 'You'd think they'd just move out of the way' she thought to herself. The bell rang as most of the students disappeared into their classrooms. "Argh!"

Finally making it to her locker she quickly grabbed the books she needed and left for her English lesson. She was late, obviously, but there wasn't really anything they could do. She was already on detention today for her part in the food fight. 'Thank Glob it's Thursday' she rejoiced silently.

Walking down the corridor towards the English room, she noticed two figures speaking to each other. She recognised them immediately. The man was tiny. Clad in a blue suit and staring up at his companion, Principal Mint spoke softly to the senior opposite him.

"No no Bonnibel I insist. If it was another night I'd happily stay but since I can't I'd like to have someone help you."

"Pepper, I'll be fine. It won't take long at all. I'll just-" PB stopped when she caught sight of Marceline approaching them. Mr Mint looked up at the pale girl and smiled. He'd found his person.

"Ms Abadeer. How are you today? I do hope you've been attending detention this week."

Marceline came to a halt next to them. She glanced at PB before answering Mr Mint's questions. "I'm good, just heading to English. And yeah I've been there."

"Most excellent. Ms Abadeer, how would like to not have to go to detention today? Or tomorrow for that matter."

Marceline's interest was piqued. Detention was so boring. Anything would be better. "Sure, how?"

If PB hadn't been so distracted by the black haired teenager she would've realised where Pepper was going with this.

"I need you to assist Ms Bubblegum in the preparations for tomorrow's big assembly."

"What?!" PB stared blankly at her principal. Was he high? She was fully capable of putting out some chairs and setting up the stage and the podium and… Okay so maybe it was a lot of work for one person but she doubted this girl, this delinquent would be much help. Marceline was the last person she wanted to be cooped up in the gym with.

PB and Marceline had had few encounters. But from the ones they did have PB had drawn the conclusion that Marceline was rude. She had no time for people like that. Plus her head got cloudy when she thought about her. What would she be like alone with her for a few hours?

"Uh… Sounds good." Marceline was willing to do anything to get out of the boredom that was detention.

PB stared at Mr Mint then to Marceline and back to Mr Mint. This was really happening. Sighing, she looked at Marceline.

"Meet me in the gym straight after school. Don't be late." She stated sternly before stalking off to her next class, leaving Marceline with Mr Mint.

"Best be off to class Ms Abadeer." Mr Mint strolled off with a smile on his face.

Marceline stood in the middle of the corridor, confused. 'What the hell was all that?' She thought. Getting out of detention was good, but now she had to spend the rest of the evening with Princess Perfect. She was beginning to think she'd made a bad choice.

Marceline and PB weren't exactly the best of friends. Not that they spoke to each other much. Or at all really. But Marceline just felt that the Student Council President was a bit stuck up. Maybe it was the way she swayed her hips as she walked down the corridor or how she tucked her hair behind her ear while she took notes in class.

'Sounds like someones got a crush' Marceline's brain taunted. But it was true. She was crushing hard on the pink haired teen. It's the only way she could explain how she'd get so annoyed at Bubblegum for doing the most normal of things. "Stupid fucking emotions" She grumbled, walking to her class.

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Bonnibel was not looking forward to this. She walked into the gym to see Marceline already there waiting.

"Sorry I just had to grab something on the way. We should get started."

"Sure. Uh… what are we doing exactly?"

"We need to put out all the chairs and set up the stage for the assembly tomorrow. Let's go." Bonnibel clapped her hands and moved off grab some chairs. Marceline wanted to vomit. This chick was way too perky.

After placing the last of the chairs out into their rows, the two teens began setting up the stage. For the last two hours or so they worked in an awkward silence, broken occasionally by Marceline asking for PB's assistance or throwing out a teasing remark towards the counsel president.

"So do you always have to do this sort of thing? I mean it doesn't really seem like the type of work a Student Council President does."

Bonnie looked at the other girl. What should she tell her? That she volunteers for stuff like this because it means she can hang out in school instead of going home to parents who can't wait until their irreligious daughter goes off to college and moves out of their lives. Yeah like that's going to happen. She doesn't even know this girl.

"I don't have to do it. I choose to. Could you hurry up? I'd like to get home tonight, if possible." She asked harshly, hoping to turn the girl off conversing. She felt bad, especially since she didn't have anything against this girl. In fact, this evening wasn't really that bad. Marceline was just as quick with the stage set up as she was. She was nice company.

It worked though because once Marceline got over the abruptness of the pink haired girls answer, she didn't ask anything else. For a while at least.

"So you're like pretty smart right? Is that why you do stuff like this, to stay close to your beloved school?" Marceline was teasing her. 'So much for nice company' Bonnibel thought to herself. She'd been right about this girl since day one.

Marceline smirked at the blush forming on the president's cheeks. 'Too easy'

"Yes Marceline. That's exactly why I do this. I just can't get enough of school." She shook her head, allowing her bangs to fall around her face.

"Whatever Princess. I'm just gunna run to the bathroom. Don't finish without me" she mocked as she stood up and walked out of the main gym. PB couldn't help but watch her as she walked, entranced by the way her hips swayed slightly from side to side. 'Snap out of it Bonnibel!'

After five minutes Marceline still hadn't returned. Not that she had been timing her. Getting up, she made her way to the girl's bathroom. She called Marceline's name, receiving no reply.

Bonnibel was stumped. She walked to the entrance of the gym and went outside searching for the dark haired teen. Just as she was about to give up, a small cough was heard from around the corner of the gym. Walking to check out the sound, Bonnie was dismayed at what she found.

"You smoke?!"

Marceline almost jumped out of her skin. "Holy shit dude, don't sneak up on me like that." She turned to face the other girl, taking a drag of her cigarette as she turned.

Bonnibel approached the taller girl, a look of disgust on her face.

"What? You've never seen a smoker before? We're a pretty common species if you haven't noticed."

"Good one. Do you know how bad that is for your health?" Bonnie was not amused.

"Well I know it can't be good for me. But I'm sure if I wanted to know everything, you'd tell me right?" She smirked. Messing with this chick was pretty fun.

"Put it out. Now."

"And if I say no, Princess?" Marceline leaned closer to Bonnibel, taking a long drag of her cigarette and exhaling the smoke into her face. Bonnibel coughed, contorting her face in revulsion.

"That's too distasteful" She declared, turning back and looking directly into Marceline's dark, almost black eyes. It was only now she realised how close their faces were.

"And what, may I ask, are you planning on doing about it?" She had the biggest smirk plastered across her face.

Bonnibel's mouth opened and closed several times, no words leaving it. Right now there was only one thing she wanted to do.

Bonnibel crashed her lips against the paler girls, wrapping her arms around her neck. Marceline was stunned, almost falling backwards from the impact. She quickly realised what was going on, placing her hands on Bonnibel's hips and drawing her closer. Her cigarette fell to the ground, forgotten.

Marceline's tongue ran along Bonnie's bottom lip. She parted them slightly, enough for Marceline to slip her tongue inside. They explored each other's mouths. Tongue's battled for dominance as the two of them savoured each other's taste. Bonnie moaned before finally pulling away, gasping.

They both attempted to catch their breath. Slowly Bonnie unwound her arms from Marcy's neck and backed away. "We should go back inside. We still have some work to do."

Marceline nodded and followed the pink haired girl back into the gym. The rest of the work was done in silence. It didn't take long to finish. Once they were done, they both left the gym and headed towards the parking lot. It was only when she was half way there did Marceline realise that Marshall had taken the car home.

"Oh… Actually I'm gunna head this way. I guess I'll see you around."

Bonnibel looked over as Marceline went to walk away. "I can give you a lift. If you want it. I mean its dark and my car's over there." The end of her sentence became something just over a whisper as she looked at Marceline.

"That'd be cool. If you don't mind."

They both got in Bonnibel's silver Mini Cooper. Marceline was impressed with the car.

Marceline's house wasn't too far away. Bonnibel explained that she knew where it was since Finn and Jake lived quite close and it was just around the block from her house.

"Thanks for your help tonight. I appreciate it." Bonnie thanked her passenger.

"It was nothing. Tonight was… fun. See ya around" Marceline made her way to her house, fumbling with her keys at the door. Bonnibel drove off when she saw she got in okay.

Once inside, Marceline leaned against the door and let out a huge sigh. The events of the last few hours were slowly replaying in her head. If there was some doubt left in her mind that she had feeling for Bubblegum, they were gone now. Tonight confirmed it. She was crushing hard on the pink haired president.

"You're back. How'd it go with Your Highness?" Marshall greeted.

"Not bad. Not bad at all. It was… interesting."

"So you didn't kill each other then? Awesome coz we're sitting with them tomorrow for lunch. Hope you don't mind."

"Hmph. Whatever." She feigned disinterest. Hearing this news made butterflies form in her stomach. 'Tomorrow's gunna be interesting.'


Chapter 3 song title: Aim For The Head- Creature Feature