Ping!
Marceline blinked lazily looking up from her composition book to her computer screen where Facebook was up and running with about twenty-five notifications with a crisp brand new message from all people, Bonnibel. She felt a smug smile pulling at her lips as she put her composition book down and tucked her pencil behind her ear snugly as she stared at her computer screen with her heel tapping against the leg of her chair in her nervous tick. She hummed lowly to herself when she opened up the chat staring at the message for a few moments and let her head fall back as a chuckle escaped her lips as she rested her hands behind her head.
Bonnibel had been annoyed earlier, angry practically, but somehow she found Marceline's Facebook account and took the time to actually message her so that couldn't mean she was too pissed, right? And besides seeing Bonnibel so angry, so worked up like that with that red face but glaring eyes was...cute. She was utterly adorable when she tried to be adorable and Marceline could barely hold back hysterical laughter when Bonnibel had stomped screaming at her. Bonnibel really didn't know how adorable she was and Marceline was honestly glad she had the pleasure of pissing off the pink haired girl to that cute point. She heard another message alert and smirked widely sitting up right staring at the screen.
Bonnibel: Dude! Are you not going to talk to me for the rest of the week or something? I thought there was a deal in progress!
Bonnibel: You are such a bitch you know that right!? Message me back or the date is off!
Marceline: Jesus, calm down. You're nag nagging at me nonstop when I'm trying to get work done. This weekend, then, if you can't wait for the date. Saturday at seven, get a nice dress.
Bonnibel: That it?! All I get is two short ass sentences?
Marceline; Yuuup!
Bonnibel: ...
Marceline: Well if you want to be able to contact me then just add me, not that I think you'll do it!
Bonnibel: Shut up! Whatever! I'll find a stupid dress for your stupid ideas.
Marceline: Are you pouting? I think you're pouting!
Bonnibel: I'm not pouting!
Marceline: I think you areee! Bonnibel: Shut up!
Marceline grinned watching the little green dot beside Bonnibel's name in the chat disappear and laughed softly. The girl was so snappy, so annoyingly angry that she couldn't stop herself from wanting to get the pink haired girl all worked up at least once more. But it was true that Bonnibel would need a dress, for she was going to give her a date that would knock her stupid socks off! Marceline shoved back from her desk in her chair making the think screech and she grasped realizing too late of her error when her chair tipped back, her black nails scratching the edge of the desk just barely as she crashed to the floor and she slammed her head off the floor with a low groan.
The chair dug painfully into her back at her angle and she sat up, her legs spread wide but painfully so as she adjusted her body and rubbed the pain spot on the back of her head softly. That felt like reality was making her snap out of her stupid thoughts, like she was about to go down a bad road so she fell back to hit her head. She sighed rubbing the sore spot gently pouting then stood up lifting her chair up with her movements and stretched up, her black shirt riding up showing her starch white stomach to the soft glow of her computer before picking up her composition book and flopping onto her bed, the springs bouncing her softly as she flipped open the book making the spine make that sweet new fresh sound that all new books had.
"Now to finish this," She mumbled to herself as she reached onto her floor for a pencil and adjusted herself, her head tilting to rest in her hand as her pencil tapped the paper as she s tared at the music notes. She hummed the process she already had before she could write the notes once more humming out her idea to get it on the paper, lest it sound stupid in her head but as she wrote, getting lost in her musical haze, a loud pounding on her door made her hand jerk hard leaving a dark line on her paper staring from the dark note she was filling in and looked at the paper in disbelief.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" She whispered to herself feeling pissed that she'd have to write it out, not because she was unsociable, but because it was getting late and it took forever just to come up with the good song it'd turned into and to be surprise and scratch over it...she couldn't hand it in, not anymore. The pounding on her door hadn't stopped making her leap off her bed and stomp to her door, which wasn't a long walk, before yanking it open roughly making a wind stir her hair from her face as her onset glare formed. "What the fuck do you want!"
"Jesus." Marceline blinked getting rid of her glare to look at Bonnibel's wide green-violet, eyes that held shock within them as she stared at Marceline who hung her head groaning loudly feeling tired already. "What the hell!"
"You couldn't give me a fucking notice you were coming over?" Marceline half groaned half snapped at the pink haired girl before turning walking straight back to her bed sinking on to the mattress looking at her work forlornly. She'd have to rewrite it all and talking to Bonnibel wasn't going to help anything...
"Well I wanted to talk to you and-what's wrong with you?" Bonnibel demanded placing her hands on her hip while scowling but looking at the raven haired girl curiously.
"You scared the shit out of me so, as i was coloring in the note, I jerked and scratched the paper so dark it'll still be there even if I try too erase, will still be there so I gotta write it all over again..." Bonnibel felt a spark of guilt, though she couldn't explain why, but she felt...well bad! She made Marceline mess up and the poor girl already looked tired when Bonnibel sighed.
"Do you want to come to my room?" Bonnibel sighed out moving her arms from her hips to crossing her chest as Marceline snapped her head up looking at the pink haired girl before smirking wide.
"Are you coming onto me?" Marceline joke but gathered her notebook and pen with her then, on a second thought, reached out grabbing her bass throwing the strap around her chest so it fit snuggly between her breasts with the bass itself pressing gently to her back.
"N-No! God no! I would never!" Bonnibel spluttered out the words as her eyes widened making Marceline laugh loudly throwing her head back then walked forward grinning wide as she stepped out of the doorway making Bonnibel back up immediately as she shut the dorm door. She placed her hands on her hips staring at Bonnibel who scowled at her as Marceline raised a black brow perfectly.
"Sooo...we going?" Marceline asked taking her hands off her hips swinging them back and forth like she was asking 'this way or that way?' making Bonnibel's face flush.
"Yeah, we're going." Bonnibel turned walking forward to the lounge making Marceline smirk wide. She followed the other girl intently staying behind by just five steps as they moved through the lounge, their footsteps making soft thumps that were off but seemed to be in unison to Marceline's ears as they moved on through with a few occasional loose floor boards that groaned as they walked to the stairs and they ran up them lightly. Marceline's bass bounced softly against her back with each step she took up the stairs and Bonnibel was breathing quietly as she ran up them and, even though it was only the first floor, Marceline knew that with irritation and exertion sometimes didn't add well.
Bonnibel was quite a pretty girl, with long silken pink hair with-shockingly- a dark brown that was starting to show at her roots; her body was soft, chubby, but in a cute way that made Marceline want to reach out and touch that softly tanned skin, not that it was dark, just very soft almost but even that made her a stark contrast to Marceline but with her softness, her attractive face and even her breasts and hips, she was perfect. Attractive. But she wasn't Marceline's type nor would she be, she knew how these girls worked an she wouldn't get tangled up in that shit. Not again.
"Stop staring at me!" Marceline blinked realizing she'd stopped half way up the stairs that they'd finished the first case of stairs and were going up the second one to the first floor but didn't realize she'd stopped! And she definitely didn't realize she'd been staring so intently at the poor girl.
"Sorry." Marceline mumbled in response to Bonnibel's snap as she walked up the rest of the stairs and followed after the trail of pink hair that shifted and lifted like a cute curtain that made Marceline sulk noticing.
She followed five steps behind, just like before, as she walked behind Bonnibel scowling at the back of her head that made the pink haired girl turn her head slightly to glare as if sensing the scowl and Marceline turned her gaze down to the floor scowling at the carpet instead. The walked in silence, just the soft thumps of their feet against the floor with Marceline scowling and Bonnibel tense like she was getting ready for a strike to her back as she walked.
Marceline looked up through her lashes at the back of Bonnibel before looking down as she clutched her composition book tight in her hands and clenched her jaw. Something about this...felt familiar and not because they'd been fighting from day one but just the actions, the banter, the pleasing way Bonnibel glared and Marceline found joy in it. They way she would scowl at Bonnibel's uptight behavior ad the girl glaring in return just felt very familiar to Marceline.
"What were you writing?" Bonnibel finally asks as they approach a door with Bonnibel grabbing a key that rested around her wrist softly sliding it into the lock with a soft click unlocking it and they walked in. Marceline gave a once over of the room frowning a bit at how plain the room was before she blinked at the question when Bonnibel looked at her questioningly.
"Oh, just a song. It's something for my music class. It's nothing really, I should get started on it though." Marceline offhandedly said as she looked around the room some more when Bonnibel snatches the book away making her yelp in surprise but felt her eyes widen with both unease and anger. Nobody took things for her nor did they read her music. Never. "What the hell! Give it back!"
"Hang on!" Bonnibel snapped as she opened the book and Marceline took off her bass and, just as Bonnibel was turning the pages, she lunged taking Bonnibel to the floor making her cry out and the book spilled from the book, loose pages, fluttered across the floor and Bonnibel groaned as Marceline glared at her.
"What the hell, dude! I told you not too! The fuck!" She shouted straight into Bonnibel's face feeling truly angry with the girl but Bonnibel glared right back as she squirmed underneath the raven haired girl.
"Get off me!" Bonnibel shouted back her face flushing a deep red but Marceline just shoved her shoulders back to the ground her flaming eyes meeting Bonnibel's evenly yet unevenly at the same time for they looked in the others flaming eyes but they did not connect and look.
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"YES!"
"NO!"
"Get the fuck off me!" Bonnibel screeched the words making Marceline jerk a tiny bit when she seemed to freeze at just how close they'd gotten. Close enough that Marceline's nose touched the tip of Bonnibel's with their eyes so close it was like she could see every little detail inside Bonnibel's contacted eyes.
"Fuck you." Marceline growled as she tightened her hold on Bonnibel's shoulders only to realize the other girl had a tight grip on her own shoulders as well.
"Um...should I come back later?" Marceline head whipped around as Bonnibel's snapped up to see Miranda hovering in the doorway hesitantly.
"No! Fuck no!" Marceline barked out with a laugh standing taking the book from Bonnibel's hands and held it to the side of her breast before picking up her guitar. "I'm leaving anyhow. See ya later, Bonnie. Miranda." With that Marceline walked out with her head bowed as Bonnibel sat up when the door slammed shut and the sound of feet running away until the footsteps were gone.
"What was that?" Miranda questioned as Bonnibel got up off the floor rolling her shoulders back then sat on the edge of her bed and was vaguely aware of a soft pounding moving through her blood stream, like a creature that was snaking through and lingering, like it was just barely pawing at the inside of her skin to rake her with claws and for that slow pounding to burst into a raging inferno. But as aware of these feelings as Bonnibel was it was easy to shove them down into what she considered her "Thought drawer" slammed it in a drawer, locked it away and chose to ignore it.
"I did something stupid and Marceline pounced on me." Bonnibel said sourly as she glared at the floor, her arms crossing across her chest as her lashes dropped and a cord inside her trembled at her words. It was like a golden cord among bronze or silver cords inside her, like the words plucked that golden cord making it tremble like Marceline's knowing fingers would press and strum the cords on her bass.
"Huh," Miranda mumbled as she walked to her side of the room and fell onto the bed on her side resting her head against her hand as her turquoise eyes burned into Bonnibel making her squirm gently under the scrutiny.
"What?" She asked with a bit of a snap in her tone and cringed internally at her tone. Jeez, Marceline had gotten under her skin more than how Bonnibel assumed she'd gotten.
"You just seem...out of it. In a way. It's like you're thinking at a mile per minute and your body is still here while your mind is just the farthest thing from right now." Miranda explained in a uninterested tone but Bonnibel could see interest flaring in those eyes like turquoise flames.
"I'll be fine," Bonnibel sighed out in an exasperated way as she flopped back onto her bed before an idea struck her and she reached under her bed pulling out her laptop powering it up.
"What's up?" Miranda asked curiously tilting her head as she watched Bonnibel log into her computer then open up the Internet.
"I'm going to e-mail my mom, ask her if she ever knew someone with the last name Abadeer." Bonnibel replies as she logged into her Google account, opened her e-mail account and clicked on her mother's name from a previous e-mail that her mother had spammed her with and she rolled her eyes fondly before starting out a new email. She felt Miranda's eyes glued onto her with her fingers flying across the key board quicker than what Miranda could keep up with as she tapped the keys quick and with a hit to the enter key Bonnibel powered down her computer shoving it back under her bed sitting up right.
"Wow you are a fast typer." Miranda complimented with awe in her tone as she stared at the pink hared girl who just smiled shrugging as if bashful all of a sudden. "Hey, can I ask you something though? It's gonna sound weird since we've only been roommates for about four days, this Friday will be five, but..well you seem kinda fun to talk with. Would you like to go out with me around campus or something?"
Bonnibel would have laughed it off if it weren't for the blush dusting Miranda's cheeks that made her blink and stop cold it seemed. "Why?" Bonnibel finally asked as the blonde looked at her rubbing her palms against her pants nervously.
"B-Because, I just thought I'd ask!" Miranda laughed out smiling but then blushed a little more. "Okay it's not a full blown thing, but I do kind of, maybe just a little, do have a small crush on you though."
"Oh...Wow.." Bonnibel mumbled n surprise making Miranda rub her cheek lightly with the back of her fist while looking down then up under her lashes at Bonnibel. "I'm...Fine. How bout Friday?"
"Friday's fine! Don't classes start then though?"
"Well that makes it better, because we'll need to destress after all." That made a bright smile curve over Miranda's lips but even as Bonnibel returned it she felt a twinge inside of her that felt akin to guilt. Why should she feel guilty? Why? The image of Marceline surge up in Bonnibel when she shook her head hard to herself as she scowled at the bedsheets. No, Marceline didn't mean anything to her, she was just annoying rocker girl that tricked her into a date, that's all. Yet even as she told herself that, those very words felt like a lie.