A/N: Cover image is from dokifanart on Deviantart.
Bonnie sat on the couch at Marceline's, her legs swung over the side. She'd spent all night thinking about what had happened the other day but she managed to push it from her mind now. They'd hung out a few times since then but Bonnie could sense their hanging out was sgetting far and few between. Marcy had been dating Ash for a few weeks now, and Bonnie did not like him much. "Marcy, this couch is way uncomfortable."
"Oh I know. I've been meaning to get a new one but I can never remember. Hey, Bonbon, I wrote a new song! I wanted you to hear it first. Do you want to hear it?" Marcy sat up, seeming excited. Hambo was lying on the couch, between Marcy and Bonnie.
Bonnie sat up, eagerly. "Do I? Uh... YEAH. Lay it on me!"
"Alright! Awesome! I wrote it for Ash but I'm too embarrassed to play it for him just yet," Marcy floated over to her guitar, flicking it on.
Bonnie felt this sick feeling in her gut, but she stayed silent. "Great, lay it on me..."
She listened intently to Marcy's song, feeling strangely afraid. Marcy seemed to be using some strong words... at the end of the song, Bonnie cheered. "That's a great song, Marcy! You're so good at it," she said, brightly. "You and Ash seem like you're getting pretty close. That's great. I'm happy for you."
"Oh, yeah. He's a super great guy," Marcy nodded.
Bonnie picked up Hambo off the couch, holding him in her arms. She suddenly was too embarrassed to tell Marceline what she wanted to say.
That was the turning point. The pivotal moment of my friendship with Marceline that would decide everything, Princess Bubblegum recalled, sitting on her bed, staring gloomily at the wall. That would decide where we ended up. Maybe if I had not said anything, Marceline and I would have still been friends.
"I don't like Ash very much," Bonnie admitted.
Marcy looked surprised. "Uh, you don't? Really? How come? I know he seems like a bad wizard guy and all but it's really an act."
"I just... I don't know. I get this bad vibe. I don't really like the way he treats you," Bonnie said. "Like the other day, when I came over and he was here, he was ordering you around a lot, and I-"
"What? No, Bon, you just don't get it," Marcy said, annoyed. "Of course you wouldn't get it. Ash is a good guy. End of story. Look around, Bonbon. I don't see anything better waiting to fall into my lap. Exactly how many guys out there do you think there are that are my type, anyway? In all of Ooo, he's about the only guy my entire life I've liked. Just drop it, alright?"
"Consider it dropped," Bonnie said, looking down at Hambo, holding him in her arms, familiarly.
"Alright then," Marcy said, still annoyed. She strummed a few chords on her guitar. Things seemed strained. Neither of them talked for a few moments.
"I'm gonna go. My father wanted to train me to rule the kingdom this evening. Nothing like an early start." Bonnie got to her feet.
Maybe I shouldn't have left. Was that a mistake? Princess Bubblegum brooded. There was a knock at her door.
"Princess, it's me," Peppermint Butler called.
"What is it, Peps?" PB called.
"Princess, there is a guest to see you."
"... Who is it?"
"It's Marceline, your highness," Peppermint called.
"... I wish to be alone at this time."
"Oh right, like I'm gonna listen to that," Marceline flung the door open, floating in. "Hey, Bon, what's gotten up under your skin? You're acting like a real buzzkill. I heard you've hardly left your room since the Science BBQ. What's your deal? Finn told me to come in here and deal with you," Marceline crossed her arms.
Peppermint jumped, backing away, crossing the door behind him.
"Deal with me, huh?" Bubblegum asked, her elbows on her footboard, looking gloomily at the wall. "I'm not in the mood to be dealt with. … If you don't mind, I'd like to be left alone."
"Bonnibel, what is WRONG with you? You've never acted like this," Marceline crossed her arms.
"Just leave me alone. Get out of my room, Marceline. Think long, and think hard about what happened, and maybe you'll remember why I hate you so much that I can't even stand to look at you," Bubblegum looked straight at her. "Maybe you'll remember why we haven't talked for so many years, and why I feel disgusted to hear your voice. Just drop it, okay?"
Marceline got a look on her face but it passed. "Fine. Whatever. You can rot away to oblivion for all I care."
She left the room and Bubblegum lay back on her bed, looking up at the ceiling. Just drop it. Well, I dropped it, Marceline. We both did.
It was weeks before Bonnie saw Marcy again. Marcy invited her over to her house and Bonnie took her up on it, heading out with her. "We haven't seen each other for some time now! What have you been up to?"
"Hanging with Ash, writing some music, you know how it is, Bon," Marcy shrugged. "I thought I would come get you and you could hang out with me and Ash and maybe you'd see that he's not that bad."
"Oh, you and Ash?" Bonnie hesitated. "Well, alright, I guess that's fine. Sure."
When Marceline got there, he was sitting back on the couch, watching TV. "Welcome back, Marmar. Hey, babe, make me a sandwich, would you?"
"Oh, Ash, you are absolutely insatiable. You pretty much never stop eating, do you?" Marcy laughed, going into the kitchen.
Ash looked up at Bonnie. "Hey, Bon,"
"It's Bonnibel."
"Woah, sorry. Bonnibel. How are you doing? You're lookin' real cute today," his smirk disgusted Bonnie but she just took a seat on the far edge of the couch, picking up Hambo and holding him.
"Yeah thanks." she answered.
"Ah man, I've gotta take a leak, I'll be right back." he got to his feet and went to the bathroom. Bonnie made a disgusted face at him.
A few seconds later, Marcy came back into the living room, carrying a plate with a sandwich on it. "Where'd Ash go?"
"To the bathroom," Bonnie answered, glumly.
Marcy set the plate down, walking over to Bonnie. "What's up, Bon? You hate Ash that much?" She questioned.
"I'm sorry, Marcy. I'm trying to like him."
Marceline leaned over Bonnie on the couch, picking up Hambo out of Bonnie's hands. "It's cool, I know you are..." she set Hambo on the other end of the couch, facing away from them. "Bonbon, I'm feeling kinda... hungry. You mind if I..." she leaned in close, burying her face in Bonnie's neck, playfully.
"... don't," Bonnie blushed. "Ash will be back any seco-"
Marcy interrupted her by placing her lips over Bonnie's, slipping her tongue inside. Bonnie blushed red, but lost herself in the moment, wrapping her arms around Marcy's neck. Her heart was pounding loudly and she was nearly paralyzed with embarrassment as Marcy pulled away, looking down into her face.
"You're so beautiful, Bonnie," Marcy said, in a low voice, lowering her head to Bonnie's neck, sinking her teeth in.
Bonnie stayed stock still, her fingers gripping at the fabric on Marceline's shirt. She saw Ash standing in the doorway, smirking and Bonnie was paralyzed with confusion and embarrassment. "M-Marcy, stop, Ash is..."
But Marcy didn't stop. Bonnie realized with a sick feeling that Marcy was still going and by the time Marcy pulled away, Bonnie was completely solid white all over, looking like a ghost.
"M-Marceline, why did... why didn't you stop?" Bonnie whispered, ashamed. She could see Ash's watchful eyes and that wicked grin.
"Isn't it obvious, Bonbon? I told you I was hungry," Marcy licked her lips. "Ash wanted to watch so I told him I'd give him a show. Did you like it, Bon? We can do some other fun things too, if you want,"
Bonnibel shoved Marceline away, getting to her feet. "No! I'm going home."
"Oh yeah? Have fun with that, ghost girl," Marceline grinned, and Bonnibel ran out of the house, pushing past Ash.
Bubblegum stood at the window, leaning against the sill. Marceline was standing outside, talking heatedly with Finn and Jake. And that was it. You came in, a month later, when my color came back and I had my guards evict you from the castle and out of my kingdom for good. We hadn't seen each other since that day. I forbid you to come to the royal meetings and when I finally let you come back, I stayed as far away from you as possible. I heard you broke up with Ash because he sold Hambo to a witch.
Was he worth it, Marceline? The one guy who 'got you'. He made you lose me and Hambo both. I don't even honestly care that much to worry about you, but I am worried about Hambo. I wonder where he is now. If he's safe, or if the witch cut him up to use in potions. I might have deserved what was coming to me, but did Hambo? Bubblegum sighed, walking across the room. You forgot what you did to me, Marceline? Well, I never did. And I never will.