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After the Halloween party that night, Bonnibel found out herself looking forward to receiving any messages from Marceline every time; she would put her phone where she can reach whenever she's doing anything. Their chat content is usually trivial little things; like Bonnibel mentioned once that she likes to spend times in here, sometimes with friends and sometimes by herself, or Marceline said that she would perform in the streets when she traveled in Europe just for bought a train ticket.
Although they spent a lot of time to chat online in the past few days, Marceline still a big mystery for her, she never saw her or ran into her in campus on other days, the only time they would meet was in class and she rarely replies message before noon. Bonnibel wondering maybe this is how she got a nickname "Vampire Queen" from her friends.
Bonnibel put down her book and checked time on her watch; I can see her in a few hours, she thought. She had no idea why she always expects to meet her TA, she also doesn't want to admit her heart's aching when she saw Marceline's photo with others. Bonnibel picked up her book again as she shook her head slightly to get rid of the sense of loss when she saw the photo yesterday. She focus on the sentence in the book but she couldn't help to think what it would be like if they take a picture together?
She heard someone pulled out the chair across her and sat down. Probably because the cafe has no seats, so some people choose to sit together, she thought. Bonnibel raised her head wand to see if her own things would interfere with others and then she noticed there's a white hat put in front of her by a tattooed hand. She draw a deep breath as she higher her head and found a pair of smiling green eyes. Bonnibel hesitated for a moment before she greeting, and her voice dry, as if she had not spoken for a long time.
"Always with a book, huh?" She stare blankly as Marceline handing her a plate, it was a piece of chocolate cake and Marceline also save a plate for herself, the difference is that it is a strawberry cupcake. "I'm not sure what you like, but no one will say no to a chocolate cake!" She said to Bonnibel and winked.
Bonnibel's hand stays in the air with the plate as she hears the other woman talking. She felt a little hard to breathe as she turned her gaze away. She murmured thanks before she put her book aside to make a room for the plate.
She catch the other woman was smiling at her when she examined the cake. "Uh… What?" Bonnibel frowned and met her gaze again. The smile on Marceline's face wilder, she bit her cupcake but didn't move her eyes. Bonnibel quickly lower her head to hide the colour on her check and noticed Marceline's white straw fedora was on the table between them.
"Are you always wearing a hat when you outdoor?" Bonnibel reach out to take the hat and put it on her head. She was a bit surprised how she suddenly made this move, perhaps because she was anxious to shift their attention.
"Yeah, not a big fan of Sun." Marceline waved her hand to gesture the outside and left the half cupcake on the plate. "You look good, by the way." She added as she took out her phone and tapping something on it. Bonnibel flushed little as hers comment, she picked up the fork and started to eat the cake.
For the moment, the two woman just silently doing their own things. Bonnibel almost forgot she still wore Marceline's hat, not until she heard a Click. She titled her head a little trying to figure where the sound came from, then she realized it's the sound of camera.
She frowned to Marceline, who bloomed out a big grin, ear from ear, showed out her shapely canines. Bonnibel stunned by the smile, her fork still reminded between her teeth. But her brows locked after she put down the fork.
"What are you doing?" She frowned deeper and asked, looking at Marceline's gaze move from the phone to her. Her voice heavy and steady. Bonnibel doesn't like the idea of taking a photo without equivocation; this is a very impolite act, beside she is full of doubts about the use of photos. Her eyes were on Marceline, waiting for an explanation.
"Chill, princess." Marceline's eyes wild a little, seems to astonish by the emotion in her tone but her appearance stay calm. She raised her hands to surrender, holding her phone in her palm. "I just want to take a photo of you, for my contacts." She stretched out her cell phone to let Bonnibel see the photo. Bonnibel secretly relieved, but she wasn't sure it's because she knew what the photo for or she looked good in the picture.
"Well, you can just ASK me!" Bonnibel made an air quotation mark to mark her word. To her surprise, Marceline just pouting to her with her slitty eyes looks so innocent.
"But that won't be any fun!" Her voice softly protested, like a child winced. Again, Bonnibel found she couldn't mad at her.
"…Fine." Paused for a few seconds, Bonnibel sighed and decided not to continue this topic. See Marceline's pouting lips, she must stop herself not to think what it feels like. She continued to eat her cake as she watched Marceline playing her phone with a triumphant smile.
What's wrong with me? Bonnibel asked herself, I just cannot stop looking at her…Bonnibel could feel her heart pumping blood into her brain so fast that she almost faint when Marceline noticed her gaze and flashes a lighthearted smile.
"Meet you at the class." Marceline's word pulled Bonnibel back to the reality. She took a step toward the junior and reached her hand out for the hat which stayed on Bonnibel's head and put it on her head gracefully. "Princess." She said while she touched her hat brim, as if the cowboy in the West, her smile never faded.
Bonnibel stared at the other woman's back as she walked away; even in November she still wearing a gray tank top. She just sighed and backed to her book.
"Maybe you should invite her to ours Thanksgiving dinner." Jake said as he lower his viola. "You know, Marcy is a party animal."
"Sure, see it on Instagram." Bonnibel's voice radiating hit of dejected. Causing Jake looked at her with concern and confuse. She raised her phone to show him a photo, it was Marceline with other people, and Marceline's hand was around on a girl's waist. Jake narrowed his eyes to examine the phone and Bonnibel, he opened his mouth wanted to speak, but Bonnibel quickly closed the app and said, "I am not a stalker."
Jake shut his mouth and shrugged, he seems unconvinced. "We were super popular when we were in college, especially Marcy and her band, Scream Queen." He used his right hand made some gestures, waving his bow in the air. "Three party a night? Not a problem. And there's always have someone would buy her a drink." He adjusted his instrument between chin and shoulder. "I mean, the girl really alluring, she can get anyone—. "
"Jake! You are not helping!" Bonnibel fell back onto the couch with a growl. Jake spared a look to her then backed to his sheet music. "Not helping at all." She reiterated.
"Then you better do something." Jake replied nonchalantly before he started to play viola.
Bonnibel sighed annoyed, not because of Jake's word, she was mad at herself. She raised her phone and looked the photo again; Marceline's brilliant smile froze in the photo, her long dark hair wild and fluffy. Bonnibel scanned her other photo in silence, relatively silent, Jake was playing his viola, but she didn't care less. She stared at Marceline's photo for a while; secretly praise her bright green eyes and tanned skin, she looks so flawless. Bonnibel herself is white skin and blonde; h perfectly trimmed bangs covered her eyebrows and her hair run down to the shoulder, which is a bit curl at the bottom. She looks exactly a princess from the fairy tale, but she doesn't like be called by "princess". In her thought, the princess is the kind of people who do nothing all day and only daydreaming, so when Marceline called her princess at the first time they met, she pissed off. Even after Bonnibel told her to stop call her princess, that woman seems to do it by purpose, her stupid glamorous smile, and her stupid sexy voice made this nickname sounds better. Bonnibel found she smile little when she recalled the way Marceline said "princess" to her earlier.
She turned around and glanced at Jake, wondering if he had seen her smiled inexplicably; but he just keeps playing his viola. Bonnibel listened attentively, although she have no idea what the piece is, she felt she had heard this somewhere before. She closed her eyes; the sound of the stringed instrument made her a little trance, her breathe gradually slow, and then she remembered.
"Jake!" Bonnibel exclaimed, the music came to an end. Jake made his face and looked at her, irritated by the interrupt. Bonnibel smile sheepishly hoped Jake wouldn't mind but asked anyway. "What are you playing?"
"Moonlight Sonata." Jake answered, "From Beethoven, some said he wrote this piece to one of his student, because they had a relationship once—" Jake stopped when he saw Bonnibel suddenly sat up straight. "Wh—" His word cut off again by her murmured something, he looked doubtful, but reminded silence.
"Nothing!" Bonnibel jumped out the couch and ran to her room, her voice blurted out before the door closed.
Bonnibel popped on her bed with her laptop and opened the file that containing music Marceline gave. She found the one she's looking for and edited the title, Moonlight Sonata. After that, she played the piece as she slowly closed her eyes and into her dream.
