The damn alarm again. Why didn't she just change the sound to something less annoying than that obnoxious beeping?
She answered her own question: because she wouldn't get up any other way.

Bonnie rolled of the bed and proceeded with her usual routine. Pink hoodie, purple jeans, staring with horror at her hair in the mirror, glasses (still too lazy for contacts)… All that jazz.

As she packed her lecture notes she looked over at the small calendar, pinned to the wall just over her table. Thursday. She sighed.
It had almost been a week since that evening in "The Hideout" with her friends. She ran through the entire evening in her head at least a thousand times by now, trying to make sense of the whole thing. She was always a little taken aback every time she caught herself doing that. It's not like anything profound had happened. And yet it felt… special. It felt like an event. The kind that you say 'Hey, remember that one time?' to your friends and they all nod knowingly and smile.

She put on her coat, wrapped around her pink scarf and went outside. This week had been much colder than the last.

As Bonnie walked to the stairs, she ran into a short girl, who looked like she had the most wicked of hang-overs. Seemed about right. Cherry had been known around the campus as quite the party person. Bonnie never really understood that. Why even apply to a university if all you're going to do is party?

"Hey, Bonnie…" the girl said. Her voice about an octave lower than usual.

"Oh, hey, Cherry. How was the party?"

"Do I really look that bad?" Cherry smiled, but still looked like she was going to throw up at any moment. Bonnie wasn't going to hang around to see that. "Oh, you know… The usual ordeal. Lots of booze. Lots of dancing."

"Who even throws a party on a wednesday? Don't you have lectures?"

"Yeah… But the professor never marks attendance, so I'm good."

"Yeah… okay." Cherry's insight on lectures reminded Bonnie about her own ones, that were starting in about twenty minutes. "Well… I'll see you around."

"Yeah, see you around." Cherry said.

As Bonnie was exiting their shared corridor she turned her head back. "You know, I have some aspirin in my room. I'm kinda late so I have to run, but I can give you the key to my room and you can go take some if you want." Wait… what?

"Really? You'd do that? Wow. That would actually be amazing. I'm probably not leaving this building today so… You could just come over to my room to take your key when you get back."

"Uh… yeah. Sure." said Bonnie, as she tossed the keys to the girl. What is happening? Why am I doing this?

"You're a life saver. Thanks a ton." the girl looked at Bonnie with a curious look in her eye.

"What?" Bonnie asked.

"Oh. Nothing. I just wouldn't have expected this from you. For all you know I could rob you."

"Don't make me change my mind. And don't get used to it."

"Yes ma'am." the girl said dragging her legs over to Bonnie's room, one hand over her stomach.

Before she could actually change her mind, Bonnie hurried downstairs.

What the hell was that? She was right, she could actually rob me. Did I just give the key to all of my personal belongings to a, possibly, still slightly drunk stranger? Am I insane? I'd never do that. I don't do that. That room is my space. Oh god, what if she throws up on my bed? Ew. Ugh. Never again. Ever.

As Bonnie walked into the lecture hall, for the first time since she enrolled in this university, she sat down in the second row, instead of the first. She was obviously flustered and going mental and she didn't want her professor to notice. No way.

During the entire lecture she found it hard to concentrate. She never had any trouble focusing during any of her lectures, but this was chemistry, of all things. Her favourite subject. Maybe all she needed was a little pick-me-up… Bonnie decided on coffee. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

After the lecture was over she haphazardly shuffled her notes and stuck them in her rucksack. The quicker she was going to get over this weird funk she was in, the better. Walking out of the natural sciences faculty she turned towards the only place she knew that served coffee Bonnie found passable, at least that one time.

That one time… Nope. Not running over through that evening in my mind again.

As she walked to The Hideout she tried to mentally make a schedule for friday but to no avail. Her mind was full of intangible noise. It stopped only when she saw a familiar figure standing by the door of the coffee shop, leaned up against the wall. It was Marcy, the girl who played a small show here last friday, and who, Bonnie had to admit, was probably at least half of the reason that she couldn't get that evening out of her mind. Bonnie furrowed her brow as she realised that the girl was smoking. She hated smokers.

She tried to walk past the girl without her noticing Bonnie. That "fascinating" comment she made still made her cringe. She was already opening the door when…

"Oh, hey. I know you, right?" Dammit.

Bonnie turned around to face the girl.

"Y-yeah. Hi. Yeah. I mean… Um. I saw your show the other night." Way to be articulate, Bishop.

"Oh, right! You're the one who said it was fascinating." Marcy chuckled, the cigarette still burning in her right hand. Bonnie felt heat creep up her face.

"Yeah… That was me. Sorry. I didn't mean it in a bad way."

"What? No, I didn't take it in a bad way. I took it as a very, umm… original compliment." Marcy smiled at Bonnie.

"Okay then. Cool."

"You know, if you liked it you should come here tomorrow. I'm doing another one, although by myself this time. Marshall, the guy who was drumming that is, can't make it."

Bonnie smiled inside. Talking to Marcy gave her that feeling you get when you're a freshman in high school and the senior kid decides to talk to you for some reason and you feel all badass even though it's just small talk. Like you've been chosen. Like maybe some of their coolness will rub off on you.

"That sounds awesome. I'll try to be there, you're really good." Oh god, Bonnibel, what are you doing fan girling? Might as well start blabbering about how absolutely spiffing she looks…

Marcy just flashed her brightest smile. "Thanks. That actually means a lot coming from a stranger."

It was then that Marcy blew out a puff of smoke. Bonnie coughed, out of habit more than anything, quickly stepped back and went into the shop. But not before she smelled cherry scented smoke. Even she had to admit, it smelled kind of delicious.

As she entered she heard the bell over the door tinkle silently. She usually found those things obnoxious, but this one was weirdly… well… cosy, to put it simply.

Bonnie was standing in line for her iced coffee, just behind an incredibly tall guy with a pretentious moustache and a funny hat, when she heard the bell ring again, notifying everyone of a new presence in the room. Marcy entered back into the shop, eyes searching for someone. Only then did Bonnie took in what she was wearing properly. It was an overly large hoodie and black denim shorts, with black, see-through tights underneath. Her incredibly long black hair was tied up in a high pony tail. Once again, she looked, well, hot. She looked hot. Even Bonnie couldn't lie to herself about that.

Marcy's eyes suddenly found Bonnie's and their gazes locked. Marcy gave her an awkward smile, waved a little and made her way over to Bonnibel.

"Hey. Um… look, I'm sorry I just blew the smoke in your face like that. That was douchy and inconsiderate. Can I pay for your coffee as an apology?"

Bonnibel just stood there for a few seconds, seemingly confused about everything around her. "It's okay, really. I'm not poor."

"Hey, I didn't mean to step on your pride or anything." Marceline looked at Bonnie with a questioning grin. "I'm just trying to make a nice gesture. Besides, I get a huge discount here anyways, seeing as I'm their best customer and all. I kinda live here."

"Well, okay then, I guess. What do you mean you live here? Are you really that addicted to coffee?"

"No, I mean I literally live here. I rent a small apartment on the second floor of this building."

"Woah. And how is it? Living above a hipster coffee shop, that is." Bonnie asked.

"It's actually not all that bad. Especially since the owner of the The Hideout is Billy. He's rad, always makes me coffee on the house if he sees that I'm in a bad mood and lets me do gigs here that cover, like, half of my rent money."

Bonnie wondered how big was the apartment if occasionally doing small gigs like that paid for half of Marcy's rent, but thought better than to impolitely question her.

"Sounds pretty cool. A lot better than living in a dorm full of people that think every day is a friday."

Marcy laughed. "That actually sounds about right for a student dorm. Pretty ordinary, really."

"I guess I'm not one for ordinary then." Bonnie responded. Marceline shot her a curious look.

"I guess you're not."


Originally planned on making this chapter longer but I'm kinda having a writers block and I'm not really happy with the second part of the chapter yet so I decided to split it into two chapters. Sorry for the wait.

Enjoy! :)

P.S. Reviews are greatly appreciated!