Disclaimer: If I owned Adventure Time, I would make an anime of it. But I don't. So that sucks.

A/N - DAMMIT I FORGOT TO UPLOAD THIS CHAPTER AT THE RIGHT TIME TODAY I'M SO SORRY AUDIENCE Dx But anyway, time for a recap, I do believe. In the last chapter, Marceline got to work helping out citizens of the Candy Kingdom, but got extremely exhausted AND ANGSTY. She admitted her feelings for Bonnie while the Princess was sleeping. Now what happens? Let's see...

The next morning, Bonnie awoke feeling much more rested and refreshed than she had in a long time. She stretched, and sat up.

Wow, she thought, I really must have been tired. And then, Oh. I slept with my clothes on. Oops. She started to get out of bed.

She heard a thud. Hmm? She spied her phone on the floor, and then noticed something unusual. My voice recorder is on, she thought through the cloudiness of her just-woken brain. At this time she thought nothing of it - her brain didn't process its strangeness. She then shut the app down and locked her phone.

She walked out to where Peppermint Butler was sprawled on the floor, apparently so spent helping others that he had collapsed on the floor. She looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was nine o' clock. She shook her head at how hopeless the two were at being good Samaritans. In fact, where's Marcey? thought Bonnie suddenly. However it did seem, she admitted, that the two - or at least Peppermint Butler - had managed to get through all of the people who needed help before they decided to crap out. Bonnie hoped they had given good enough advice.

Trying to keep quiet, she got out a bowl, spoon, milk and some cereal and started to eat breakfast. About halfway through her meal she heard a loud and overdramatic groan from behind her.

"Morning!" She said brightly. Another groan came as a reply. "Did you have a nice night sleeping on the floor?"

"Not exactly, Princess... my back hurts."

"Hey, at least you managed to help everyone. Don't you feel good?"

"I would if I hadn't slept down here."

"Well, I guess that's your own fault."

"Ow. My back."

"Peppermint, be polite! It might help if you stand up... try stretching your back out."

"Princess, I'm sorry to ask, but could you help me up?"

Princess Bubblegum sighed, ate another spoonful of her breakfast, walked over to her Butler and extended her hand out. "You're welcome," she said, "even though you're the one who's supposed to be helping me."

Peppermint looked apologetic. "Sorry," he said, starting to do wild movements with his upper body.

"...what are you doing?" asked Bonnie, slightly bewildered.

"Just stretching out my back."

"...oh. Okay."

Suddenly, Bonnie remembered that her phone had been recording whilst she was asleep. Now that she had some food down her and she wasn't half-asleep, she was curious what it had recorded. "Peppermint, I'm going to go to the shops, we're running out of milk. I'll be back soon, alright?"

"I'll do it if you want me to."

"No, no, I'll be fine."

She made sure to grab her phone before she left. She didn't know why, but she felt like she should be by herself while listening to the recording, and anyway the noises in her house probably wouldn't allow her to listen to it fully. After she had got a good distance from her castle, she unlocked her phone and checked voice recordings. Good, she thought, it saved. She tapped on the 5-hour-long recording named VCE_RC007 and played it. Not a thing. She fast-forwarded a little. Still nothing. She tried fast-forwarding a little more, and heard - she thought - a blip of speech. Hmm? She rewound the recording.

"-reason we can't be together. I'll never age, at least not in your lifetime, but you, my Princess, you..."

...what? ...Marcey? she continued to listen to the inadvertently-recorded voice that had managed to end up on her phone.

"-I wish we could get married, grow old together, adopt some kids... but we can't." Bonnie was bewildered. She had had no idea that this was how Marceline felt. In a way, she was relieved, because it was the same way that she felt towards Marceline - and she understood exactly her feelings.

"-think that maybe you feel the same way I do, and I just can't-" At this, Bonnie's own vision became blurry and salty water began to run down her cheeks.

"She's... felt this way? Since when? She's never told me... and I could never tell... why didn't she tell me? I need to see her..."

A/N - I might as well add the hurt/comfort genre to this story, I swear... did you like it? Any concrit? Feel free to review!
P.S., Keep reading, there might be some more sex soon - and maybe not so clichéd as last time :P