Marceline swore under her breath. She'd accidently cut herself again and was beginning to severely regret not taking Bonnibel up on her offer to help out. Also she was bleeding. Which was a huge downside considering she had already had to stop the task at hand several other times, and they were almost out of bandages.
Onions weren't going to cut themselves though, Marceline decided, suckling on her thumb and reaching for the last band aid. "We need to go to the store later," She mumbled around her own flesh, glancing over her shoulder at Bonnibel and Phoebe sat on her bed. Finn, thank god, was sprawled across the sofa.
She continued on with preparing dinner, just a simple dish of spaghetti bolognese shouldn't be as hard as Marceline was finding it but the amount of accidents she'd had was putting her at a severe disadvantage time wise.
"It's a shame that it's fifty percent your dna," Bonnibel had apparated behind her all of a sudden, almost resulting in another knife to skin accident. "Let me take over?" She asked quietly, doing that extremely unfair thing with her eyes. She even stuck her bottom lip out too, just because she could.
Marceline sighed and passed her friend the knife. "Don't burn it this time, yeah?" She teased, referencing the week prior to when Bonnibel forgot to put the pasta in boiling water. "If this place goes up in flames I'm not taking any responsibilty."
"If this place goes up in flames I'll drag you down with me," Bonnibel responded tartly. "You'd do the same thing."
Marceline opened her mouth to say otherwise, but found that Bonnibel was indeed correct. "Bitch," She said instead. Bonnibel just gave her a little smirk in return and watched from the corner of her eye as Marceline collapsed into her pastel themed bed. "Fuck, Bonnibel." She half sighed, face down in Bonnibel's pillows. "You never said your bed was insanely comfy."
Bonnibel narrowed her eyes. "I remember saying a few months ago that your bed felt like a brick but you wouldn't even listen to me. You just said 'sleep time' over and over again until we both were too tired to argue."
At that, Finn snorted from the couch. "Dorks." He snickered, not even fearing the death glare that Marceline shot him.
"We're sleeping in here forever." Marceline breathed. "I don't care if it's a little smaller than my own."
"It's a lot smaller." Phoebe added, scanning the beds to make sure that yes, her comment had been correct. "You'll be on top of each other, I'm pretty sure that's not good for you spine."
Finn had obviously heard that wrong, judging from his unbridled laughter and the fact that he slipped off the couch and onto the floor red faced and out of breath. Marceline rolled her eyes. Boys would find anything remotely sexual about a comment and latch onto it like a lifeline.
"When are you two leaving," Marceline complained loudly, voice entirely muffled by the mattress below her. "I want to eat dinner and sleep already."
"You can nap right there, Abadeer." Phoebe narrowed her eyes. "No one's stopping you."
Marceline sighed heavily, too embarrassed to say that no she really couldn't just nap right there on Bonnibel's bed; the scent of her roommates shampoo was quite frankly intoxicating and she missed having something warm to cling to. She could feel the look that she was being given by Bonnibel, and she could see the smile on Phoebe's face that let her know that she'd been caught. Thank god Finn was busying himself with her console.
"Yeah, alright," Phoebe muttered, electing to stand and grab her stuff. "C'mon, Finn. We're leaving these two to sleep and eat. Call us later, Bonnibel." Finn didn't really have a say in being pulled out of the room, he just kind of spluttered inaudibly and reached his hands out to the controller on the couch. Then the door was clicked shut.
"My bed's too small, Marceline." Bonnibel hummed as she walked over, leaving the food for just a minute. "C'mon, I'll see about getting you a new mattress if you care that much."
"No," Marceline just whined when Bonnibel grabbed her ankle, drawing out the vowel much like a kid having a tantrum. "Bonnibel, please, just for one night? I wanna be comfy."
With a defeated sigh Bonnibel let go of her ankle and turned to grab the handful of pillows on Marceline's bed, throwing them directly at Marceline's head.
"If you're planning on sleeping here I'm going to need some help plating the food."
Marceline had never sat up as quick before.
Bonnibel was slipping a sweater on over her head. The fabric settled comfortably around her frame, covering the too small pyjama shirt she'd been wearing all weekend. Her hat and scarf were next, the latter wrapped carefully around her neck so that it provided warmth and was at a comfortable tautness.
Marceline kept the thoughts of how she thought Bonnibel looked cute in her winter gear to herself; there was still that line of thought that was telling her to let things happen naturally between them. If they were to be friends again the relationship would rekindle slowly. She hoped. Babbling about how pretty Bonnibel looked and that she missed her oh so dearly wasn't organic, nor was it very productive. But then again, they were going to go out in the snow at four in the morning on a weeknight, so maybe productiveness wasn't high up on their to do lists. Go figure.
"It looks so soft," Bonnibel wondered aloud, big blue eyes peering out the window for the upteenth time. "I haven't seen snow in so long." Marceline went to tell her that if she liked snow so much she should've stayed, but clicked her mouth shut when Bonnibel turned to face her with a big grin on her face. "You ready?"
Marceline nodded slowly, only clad in some tatty jeans and her pyjama shirt. She wasn't planning on going out for too long; she valued her sleep like most people valued money or a relationship.
When Bonnibel squealed because of the sound of the snow crunching under her shoes, Marceline realised just how hard it was going to be to go back inside before Bonnibel was done. The other girls childlike wonder was delightful, yet made Marceline feel so very nostalgic.
The pink haired girl twirled around the empty parking lot, looking back at her trail of footprints behind her, and then looked up at Marceline with a wide smile. "Are you coming over here, grouchy?"
Marceline pouted at the teasing nickname, but made her way over to Bonnibel in the center of the empty space, eyeing her curiously. It was increasingly difficult not to ask Bonnibel for a hug then and there, or to tell Bonnibel how much she'd love to be friends again, or to tell her she looked pretty in a somehow insulting way.
"'S cold," She mumbled out instead, looking up at the snow drifting down slowly. "And wet. Can we go back inside now?"
"Congratulations," Bonnibel giggled, completely disregarding Marceline's last request. "You've just described snow. Want a medal?"
Marceline's mouth upturned into a smile. "Hell fuckin' yeah I want a medal. You hoarded them when we were thirteen, remember?"
"That's because I did all my homework." Bonnibel retorted, playfully (and carefully) pushing Marceline away. "And you stole one of them."
Marceline scoffed and turned back to the door, fully intent on heading back inside before she got a cold. "I stole the crappiest one I could fine." She muttered over her shoulder. "And you had plenty to spare, don't act like it was a big-," Pft. "Hey!"
Bonnibel stood in shock for a few seconds, watching as Marceline wiped the snow off of her back to the best of her abilities. Then she was laughing. "I didn't think it would hit." She said between chortles, hands up in defense when Marceline shot her a playful glare.
"You do physics and maths, Bennett." Marceline pointed out, steadily making her way over to the only car in the lot. She scooped up her own handful, sculpting it into a semi perfect ball. "I know you knew that would hit me," And at Bonnibel's guilty smile, Marceline assumed she'd hit the nail on the head with that one. Bonnibel wasn't expecting an overarm throw, evidently by the fact that she just stood there laughing when Marceline threw the snowball directly in her face. Bingo. "Two can play at this game, Bonnibel." She called, going the length of the car to get some distance behind them.
Bonnibel chose to duck behind one of the benches and use the snow on the surface to her advantage, lobbing three carefully aimed shots at Marceline. Pft. Pft. "Fuck!"
Marceline retaliated with a few shots of her own, most of which were wide or missed by a centimetre. She swore under her breath, ducking down beneath the bonnet of the car as she desperately tried to make several more. A few more pft's were heard before a minute of silence. Marceline peeked out from her cover, narrowing her eyes at the bench but only finding no one there. A surge of panic ran through her then; had someone quickly taken Bonnibel?
"Got you!" Was the first thing she heard, and then she was being wrestled to the ground and Bonnibel was piling snow on top of her with childlike laughter. Marceline's wind had been knocked right out of her the minute Bonnibel had pushed her to the ground in her succesful surprise attack, so she heaved in breaths between bouts of laughter.
"You cheater," She gasped out amidst her pathetic retaliation of grabbing a handful of snow and gently smushing it against Bonnibel's face. The other girl just continued giggling, leaning back to kneel at the side of Marceline's legs. "I'm soaking." Marceline complained, sitting up and wiping away her now sodden hair from her face.
"Oh hush up you big baby," Bonnibel cooed, voice still somehow managing to be soothing. Marceline blamed her dimples. "C'mon, lets go back inside and wrap ourselves up."
Before Bonnibel could even stand up, Marceline caught her wrist. "Wait," She swallowed. She hadn't really thought ahead this far. "I, uh… I- This was fun." Stammered out of her mouth, ascending into the air in a white mist. "Thank you."
Bonnibel frowned, but it was hard to miss the spark of hope in her eyes. "What're you thanking me for?"
That was a loaded question. Was Marceline simply just thanking her for forcing her out in the snow, or was she just… thanking her? Even she didn't know the answer, not really. "I don't know." Marceline managed out a mumble. "Just… thanks for being nice about things. Thanks for being Bonnie." Bonnibel's little smile had somehow managed its way into the crook of Marceline's neck.
The cold around them didn't really seem that bothersome all of a sudden.
