the song used later in this chapter is 'thanks to you' by all time low


Saturday 15th February 2014.

Marceline had heard through Marshall that Bonnibel's friends were throwing a party.

She didn't know why she decided to go to the party the nerds were throwing. She told herself it was just to make fun of how stupid it was, but she knew there was another reason.

Bonnibel.

She wanted to hate the excitable, bubbly pink-haired girl, but she just couldn't. For some stupid reason, she actually liked Bonnibel's company.

And that terrified her.

She eventually found the pink-haired dork after asking her friends, whose names she always got muddled up. She had a habit of referring to people with nicknames she gave them in her head. The boy who always wore the bear hat, who Marceline had creatively nicknamed 'Hatboy' refused to tell her if Bonnibel was even at the party. Thankfully, Bonnibel's other friend who always had one item of rainbow clothing on – Marceline had nicknamed her 'Rainbow' – pulled her away from Finn and told her that Bonnibel was definitely at the party and should be around somewhere.

Marceline didn't have to look far. She was making her way through the hallway of whoever's house she was in, and she felt someone grab hold of her from behind, their arms snaking around her middle. She turned with a frown on her face, only to see Bonnibel smiling up at her. Marceline frowned even more. Something was off about her.

She knew the second Bonnibel let go of her and nearly toppled over.

Bonnibel was drunk.

"Hey, Marceline!" Bonnibel slurred, drawing out each vowel in the sentence.

Marceline quickly caught Bonnibel as she staggered even closer to her. "You're drunk."

Bonnibel scoffed. "Psh. I only had like…six beers? I'm not drunk."

"My point exactly. You're really fucking drunk." Marceline observed as Bonnibel staggered around.

Bonnibel smiled and took a few attempts at grabbing hold of Marceline's arm. It took her a while before she finally linked arms with Marceline and stepped as close to the dark haired girl as she could, wobbling about a little on the spot. "I'm glad you came."

"Yeah, me too. I need to get you out of here." Marceline stated, attempting to walk Bonnibel down the hallway they were in.

Bonnibel was being difficult. She stopped walking and held onto Marceline, pouting. "Why? You said we're not friends."

"Well, we are." Marceline stated. "Just don't remember that when you're sober."

Bonnibel grinned and held her hands up in the air, nearly falling backwards. Marceline quickly caught her. "Yay. Marcy's my friend."

"What did I say about that nickname?"

Bonnibel pouted. "It's cute."

Marceline just rolled her eyes and slowly escorted Bonnibel towards the front door, running into the friend from before. The girl frowned. "Is Bubblegum drunk?"

Marceline raised an eyebrow. "What do you think?"

Bonnibel smiled, and tried to give her friend a hug. "Lady! This is a great party."

Lady, Marceline thought, I should remember that. "Look, I'm going to get her home."

"I don't think that's a good idea. Her parents don't seem the type to approve of underage drinking." Lady explained.

"Fine, I'll just take her somewhere quiet." Marceline stated, looking towards the drunk girl hanging from her arm.

Lady frowned. "I really don't think that's a good idea."

"So you want her to stay here and get even more drunk? I even think I saw that Ricardio dude walking around. I'm getting her out of here." Marceline explained. "I won't take her home. I'll take her back to my place."

Lady eyed her sceptically. "I don't think she'd like it if I let her go with you."

"Dude, I won't fucking eat her or anything. If it makes you feel any better, Simon is home. You have a witness." Marceline argued as Bonnibel played with her dark hair.

"Simon?"

"Mr Petrikov, whatever you want to call him."

"You live with him?"

"Since I was 7, yeah." Marceline stated. "Anyway, off topic. I'm getting her out of here."

Lady sighed in defeat. "Fine. Just promise me you'll take care of her."

"I promise." Marceline assured.

Bonnibel grabbed Marceline's left hand and began fiddling with it. "Your hand is warm."

Marceline found it hard not to laugh at the drunken girl clinging onto her, helping her out of the door. Bonnibel nearly tripped numerous times on the walk to Marceline's car, and getting her to sit down was an even harder task.

In all honesty, Marceline couldn't believe that Bonnibel of all people was drunk.

Bonnibel kept trying to play with all of the buttons in the car and move things about on the drive back to Marceline's house, and Marceline was seriously considering tying her hands down. Eventually, Marceline got Bonnibel to calm down by putting an Ed Sheeran CD on. Bonnibel sat with her head against the window and an odd smile on her face for most of the ride. Occasionally, she reached over and grabbed Marceline's hand, giggled, and let go again.

Marceline successfully managed to get Bonnibel into the house in good time, saying hello to Simon and Betty who were in the living room watching a movie.

She tried keeping Bonnibel hidden, but typically, she shouted "Hi, Simon," at the top of her lungs and caught his attention.

"Is that Bonnibel out there?"

"Yeah, she got totally hammered and so I got her out of the party." Marceline shrugged. "I don't think she's ever been drunk before."

Betty frowned. "Bonnibel from your English class?"

"Yup." Marceline nodded.

"Hm. I wouldn't have thought you two would be friends."

Marceline shrugged, looking towards an excitable Bonnibel who had taken to examining all of the shoes left by the doorway. "Yeah, she's pretty cool."

Simon grinned. "I knew you liked her."

"Shut up." Marceline rolled her eyes, biting back a grin. "I'm going to take her upstairs and make her get some sleep."

"Get her a glass of water and an ibuprofen or something." Betty advised.

Marceline nodded. "I'm on it."

Marceline made her way back over to Bonnibel, who grinned. "Marcy," She slurred, "Why are we here?"

"Your friend told me your parents wouldn't like it if you were drunk, and I didn't want you to get in any trouble." Marceline explained, putting an arm around Bonnibel as she walked her up the stairs.

Bonnibel smiled lazily. "You're sweet."

"Thanks." Marceline frowned, as she kicked her bedroom door open and helped Bonnibel towards the bed. "I think."

Bonnibel flopped down onto Marceline's bed, grabbing something from under the covers. Marceline froze. Bonnibel was holding onto Hambo.

Marceline gulped. "That's not mine, I'm just holding it for a friend."

Bonnibel cackled. "Marcy has a teddy bear."

Marceline pried Hambo from Bonnibel's grip and placed him on her dresser. "No, I don't. I'm going to go get you a glass of water, and I want you to drink it before you sleep, okay?"

Bonnibel nodded, grabbing hold of Marceline's hand and smiling. "You're the best, Marceline. I like you. Let's talk and gossip and tell each other secrets. Isn't that what friends do?"

"Yeah...no. Not when you're in this state, Bonnie."

"Bonnie?"

Marceline blushed and bit her lip. "Yeah. Bonnie."

"I like it. The girl I used to like called me that. She hates me because I'm gay."

Marceline frowned. "You're gay?"

Bonnibel's eyes widened and she shook her head vigorously, her pink locks falling in her eyes. "No. Well, I am, but you're not supposed to know that."

"Chill out, Bonnie. I'm going to get you a glass of water, and then I'll be back."

"Promise you'll come back?" Bonnibel pleaded.

"I promise." Marceline assured as she slipped out of the door and jogged downstairs.

She filled up a glass of water for Bonnibel, heading back upstairs where she found Bonnibel plucking the strings on her bass. Bonnibel smiled when Marceline walked in the room. "Look, I'm a musician!"

Marceline sighed, holding back the amused grin that was fighting to be seen. "Come here."

Bonnibel staggered over to the bed, flopping down on the soft surface. She sat up, and Marceline passed her the glass of water. "Drink that. It'll cushion the blow of the huge ass hangover you'll have."

Bonnibel obediently drank the water, passing the empty cup back to Marceline, nearly dropping it as she did. "Thanks."

Marceline examined Bonnibel. She was clothed in a rather frilly pink dress with a pink cardigan on top of it. Marceline sighed. She couldn't put her in bed like that. She dug around in her drawers, finding a pair of grey sweatpants and a t-shirt advertising a band she didn't even like that much anymore. She passed them to Bonnibel. "Here. Wear these and then get into bed and go to sleep."

Bonnibel nodded and fumbled about trying to find the zipper on her dress which was hidden underneath her cardigan. Eventually, Marceline got tired of watching Bonnibel and stood up, assisting the girl in taking her cardigan off and unzipping the dress. Then, Marceline looked away as Bonnibel changed into the pyjamas, and stayed facing away from Bonnibel until she heard a small thud.

She turned to see that Bonnibel had fallen on the floor with the sweatpants halfway up her legs. The pink haired girl giggled. "Oops."

Marceline rolled her eyes and tried not to laugh, leaning down and helping Bonnibel to her feet. Bonnibel managed to pull up the sweatpants and manoeuvre her way into Marceline's bed, resting her head down on the pillow.

Marceline was about to leave the room, when she heard a small mumble from Bonnibel. "Marceline."

Marceline turned. "Yeah?"

"Stay with me." Bonnibel murmured.

Marceline froze. "Uh…I'm not sure that's a good idea."

"Why not?" Bonnibel pouted.

"I don't think you'd want me to if you were sober."

"I would. Besides, I'm completely sober." Bonnibel slurred, shuffling over in Marceline's bed and lazily patting the spot next to her. "Please?"

Marceline sighed. "Fine."

She quickly changed into her pyjamas – completely aware of Bonnibel watching her the entire time – and tentatively climbed into her bed. Bonnibel smiled, grabbing hold of Marceline's hand and playing with her fingers. "Thank you."

"Uh…you're welcome, I guess."

Bonnibel shuffled closer to Marceline and smiled, burying her head into Marceline's neck. "You smell good. I sniff your shirt when I go to sleep sometimes."

Marceline couldn't help but let out a snicker at that. "Why, exactly?"

"Because it smells like you." Bonnibel breathed. "I like it."

"You really need to sleep off the alcohol." Marceline said. "You're saying weird things."

"Okay." Bonnibel yawned and wriggled closer to Marceline. "Night."

Marceline awkwardly put an arm around Bonnibel. "Goodnight."

It wasn't long before Bonnibel was letting out soft little snores, and Marceline stealthily shuffled away from Bonnibel and climbed out of the bed. As much as she'd love to see the horror on Bonnibel's face waking up next to her, she decided she'd just let Bonnibel get a peaceful night's sleep.

Marceline grabbed Bonnibel's clothes which were strewn about on the floor and attempted to fold them into a neat pile, placing them on the desk chair she usually used as a dumping ground for worn clothes. Bonnibel's phone fell out of the pocket in the cardigan, and Marceline decided it'd probably be a good idea to text Bonnibel's parents and let them know where she was. Luckily, Bonnibel didn't have a password for her phone, and Marceline easily found the text conversation with Bonnibel's Mom. Mirroring Bonnibel's texting style, she typed out a message.

I'm staying over at a friend's house tonight. See you tomorrow.

Then, she locked Bonnibel's phone and placed it on the bedside table.

Marceline checked the time on her own phone. 10PM. Might as well get an early night.

She grabbed Hambo from her dresser and picked up her bass in her other hand, heading into the guest bedroom and sitting down on the cold sheets. She set Hambo on the pillow, pulling her bass onto her lap and plucking a few notes. Marceline let out a long sigh, falling back on the soft surface of the bed. She decided she wasn't in the mood to play bass, so she leant her guitar against the wall and snuggled under the blankets of the bed, cuddling Hambo close to her chest. She shut her eyes, and the last thing that went through her mind was of the pink-haired girl that was currently asleep in her bed.


Sunday 16th February 2014.

Bonnibel woke up with Marceline's scent surrounding her and a pounding headache.

Her focus was first on the blunt throbbing in her head. It was the first thing she could register as she woke up in a groggy, jumbled mess. She put a hand to her head and blinked hard, before she realised where she was.

Why the hell was she in Marceline's room?

She looked over to the alarm clock on the bedside table that was incredibly dusty and looked like it hadn't been touched in years. 12:36PM. Bonnibel frowned. She never slept in this late.

She desperately tried to remember what could have happened the night before, but all she could conjure up were dream-like, hazy memories of her grabbing several different bottles of beer.

She really hoped she hadn't said or done anything stupid, especially around Marceline. She'd never live that down.

The space in the bed beside her was cold and didn't look like it had been slept on. Bonnibel frowned. If she was here, where had Marceline gone? Bonnibel hoped that she hadn't kicked Marceline out of her own bed.

She finally sat up and stretched, ignoring the pounding in her head. She looked towards the door, which was half open. Should she go downstairs?

She didn't have to.

Marceline popped her head around the door to see an awake – albeit dazed and groggy – Bonnibel sat up in her bed. "Good, you're up."

Bonnibel frowned. "Marceline? What happened?" Marceline didn't have chance to reply, as Bonnibel was already freaking out. "Oh, God! My parents! They're going to be really worried about me."

"Chillax, dude. I sent a text to your folks last night when you were passed out."

"I passed out?" Bonnibel exclaimed, eyes widening. "What was I doing?"

"I'll tell you the full story once you drink this water and take this." Marceline said, producing a glass of water and an aspirin from behind her back as she walked into the room. The dark haired girl sat on the bed beside Bonnibel, passing the glass over.

Bonnibel gratefully took the pill and downed the water, placing the empty glass on the bedside table. She picked up her phone and unlocked it onto a text conversation with her Mom. She smirked when she read the text Marceline sent. "Spending the night at a friend's, huh?"

"Yeah," Bonnibel was amazed Marceline didn't argue, "Anyways, you want to know what you did or would you rather forget?"

"I want to know," Bonnibel stated, "Unless it's completely stupid and I'll want to crawl in a ditch and die of embarrassment later."

"You weren't that bad." Marceline said. "I actually think drunk Bonnie is pretty rad."

"Bonnie?"

"Fuck." Marceline cursed, looking down at her feet, awkwardly scratching the back of her neck. "Yeah, that's what I call you in my head. Nickname. I usually give people dumb nicknames -," She cut herself off. "Anyways, you don't need to know this."

Bonnibel found Marceline's awkward rambling rather cute. "I like it. It's better than princess. Call me it more often."

"Princess was the original nickname." Marceline admitted. "But when I started to like you it changed to Bonnie. Anyway, back to your drunken mishaps,"

"Whoa, whoa," Bonnibel cut in, smirking. "When did you start to like me?"

"Story for another day." Marceline dismissed her. "Basically, last night you were drunk as fuck. I don't know how you got drunk, but you were."

"Why were you at my friends' party, anyway? You don't like them." Bonnibel frowned.

"Marshall's designated driver." Marceline lied. She definitely wasn't admitting to Bonnibel that she went because of her. "Do you want to know what you did while you were drunk or not?"

"Yes."

"Then quit interrupting me. Save all questions until the end." Marceline ordered. "Anyways, you came staggering over to me and started hugging me, and I realised you were drunk and so I was going to take you back to your house, but your friend," Marceline paused in thought, "Lady, I think she's called -,"

"What do you call her in your head?"

"That's not important." Marceline rolled her eyes, "Yeah, anyway, she was being super protective over you – I think she thought I'd suck out your soul or something, I don't fucking know – but she basically told me not to take you home or your folks would flip, so I brought you back here. You were all giggly and weird. It was quite funny."

"Glad you found amusement in me embarrassing myself." Bonnibel muttered.

Marceline chuckled. "As always."

"Did I say any dumb stuff?" Bonnibel pressed.

"Uh…" Marceline paused in thought, before snickering a little. "You told me you liked sniffing the shirt I gave you because you think it smells nice."

Bonnibel flushed bright red. "I'm such an idiot. I probably creeped you out, didn't I? I'm really sorry."

"It's fine, dude. It was actually pretty funny." Marceline said. "You messed around with my bass and announced you were a musician, you made fun of me,"

"Why did I make fun of you?" Bonnibel frowned.

"No reason." Marceline bit on her lip. She definitely wasn't telling Bonnibel she still slept with a teddy bear. "You tried to cuddle me."

Bonnibel slapped a hand to her face and blushed a deeper scarlet. "I am so embarrassing."

Then, Marceline said something that made Bonnibel's stomach drop.

"You told me you're gay." Marceline noticed the effect it had on Bonnibel. The usual smile was replaced by a look of horror, and her entire body had gone rigid. "Whoa, dude. Chill. It's fine, man. I won't tell anyone."

Bonnibel felt the tears rolling down her cheeks, and she put her head in her hands. "I might as well just move back to New York."

"I take it they were harsh about it there, huh?" Marceline questioned, before realising Bonnibel probably didn't want to talk about it. "Uh, Bonnie?"

Bonnibel gulped and finally looked Marceline straight in her crimson eyes, her own vision blurred due to the tears rolling down her cheeks. "Yes?"

"Do you want a hug?"

Marceline didn't need an answer; Bonnibel launched herself into Marceline's arms, burying her head in the taller girl's shoulder, inhaling the comforting scent. For once, Marceline hugged her back, albeit a little awkwardly, but it was soothing all the same. Bonnibel clung onto her for what felt like hours, until she finally found the courage to sit up and ask Marceline a question that had been bothering her since Marceline told her she knew. "You don't care?"

"About you being gay? Of course not. I do care about how you got your snot on my favourite shirt, though."

Bonnibel let out a watery laugh, looking down at Marceline's 'no smoking' shirt, which had a wet patch in the shoulder. "Sorry."

"Don't sweat it, Bonnie." Marceline waved a hand in dismissal. "Does anyone else know?"

"The only people that know are my parents and you." Bonnibel responded. "And the people I used to go to school with in New York."

Marceline didn't question what happened there; she knew Bonnibel probably wouldn't want to talk about it. "Cool. Well, I won't tell anyone."

Bonnibel smiled. "Thanks, Marceline. I should think of a nickname for you."

"Please don't go with the generic, completely overused -,"

"Marcy."

"There it is." Marceline sighed, rolling her eyes. "Dude, be creative."

"Uh…" Bonnibel looked up in thought. "I've got nothing."

"You'll think of something." Marceline assured, standing up from where she was sat on the bed. "You're probably hungry, so we can get you some breakfast and then I'll take you home."

Bonnibel nodded, although she wasn't happy with the last part of that plan. She'd rather spend the day with Marceline, not that she'd admit that. She decided to open up a new conversational topic as her and Marceline were walking down the stairs. "So, what do you call my friends in your head?"

"Uh…I don't know, a bunch of stuff."

"What's Lady called?"

"Rainbows." Marceline shrugged. She held her hands up in defence at Bonnibel's judgemental glance. "What? She always wears rainbow."

"Finn?"

"Which one is that again?" Marceline asked as they entered the kitchen.

"He always wears that white bear hat -,"

"Hatboy."

"Really? And you tell me to be creative?" Bonnibel laughed.

"If you're going to make fun of the nicknames, I won't tell you them." Marceline shrugged as she hopped up on the counter. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"It's nearly 1PM." Bonnibel pointed out. "I'd hardly call it breakfast."

"That's usually my breakfast time." Marceline countered. "So what do you want?"

"Anything."

"That really narrows it down, thanks." Marceline sarcastically shot back, rolling her eyes.

Bonnibel sighed. She really didn't think that sarcasm was necessary.

"What have you got in?" Bonnibel asked.

"Cereal, Pop Tarts, I can make you toast." Marceline listed. "I don't know. All sorts. I'm going to have some ice cream."

"For breakfast?" Bonnibel raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah." Marceline nonchalantly shrugged. "Why the fuck not?"

Bonnibel chuckled as Marceline jumped off the counter and rummaged around in the freezer. "Hey, Marceline?"

"Yeah?"

"Seriously, when did you start to like me?" Bonnibel asked, bringing up the question Marceline had been dodging in their earlier conversation.

Marceline pulled out a tub of Ben & Jerry's Cookie Dough ice cream, setting it on the counter and closing the freezer. She grabbed a spoon from a drawer, before finally glancing up at Bonnibel. "Guess."

"Um…" Bonnibel thought hard, chewing down on her bottom lip. "Last night?"

"Nope."

"Today."

"Nope."

"Will you just tell me?" Bonnibel sighed.

Marceline rolled her eyes. "But that wouldn't be as fun."

"Please?"

"Fine." Marceline sighed. "I started liking you when we went to McDonald's with Keila."

"Really? I thought you still hated me then." Bonnibel frowned.

"I've never hated you. I don't really hate anyone." Marceline stated, prising the lid from the ice cream and driving her spoon into it.

"You sure act like it."

Marceline just shrugged in response, hitting the frozen ice cream with the spoon. "Damn it, it's hard."

"That usually happens when you freeze things." Bonnibel teased.

Marceline just rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Mrs Scientist. Hey, that can be your new nickname!"

"Stick with Bonnie." Bonnibel hurriedly replied. "What are some other nicknames you have for people?"

"Uh…your friend that's really hairy is called Wolverine."

"Jake?" Bonnibel questioned. "I think he'd be pleased with that. What's LSP?"

"I don't actually have one for her. The only word that springs to mind when you mention her is annoying." Marceline shrugged.

"Can I ask you something?" Bonnibel asked, carefully approaching Marceline who had sat herself back on the counter, eagerly awaiting the moment her ice cream softened up enough for her to eat it.

"Sure."

"Why does she hate you so much?" Bonnibel frowned. "LSP, I mean."

Marceline thought for a minute, frowning down at the spoon in her hands. Eventually, she looked back up at Bonnibel. "I have absolutely no idea."

"You don't know?"

"Nope." Marceline replied, attempting to stab the ice cream with her spoon. "She was always kind of mean to me back in kindergarten when I was weird and had no friends. Maybe I stepped on her Barbie or something."

"Maybe I'll ask her." Bonnibel mused.

"If you do, tell me what she says." Marceline responded, finally shovelling a huge spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. She patted the counter beside her. "Grab a spoon and pull up a counter."

Bonnibel smiled, opening the drawer she saw Marceline get her spoon out of, grabbing one for herself. Then, she jumped and sat herself on the counter next to Marceline, getting a spoonful of ice cream and eating it. "This is good."

"Yup."

They were sat in a comfortable silence – well, comfortable for Bonnibel, Marceline just felt awkward – until Bonnibel finally spoke up. "So…we're friends now?"

"Uh…I mean…I – If you...uh…" Marceline awkwardly fumbled over her words. "I don't…uh…"

Bonnibel giggled. She found Marceline's inability to find words to respond to easy questions rather adorable. "Is that a yes?"

Marceline didn't bother trying to speak, knowing that she'd just make a mess of what she wanted to say. She simply nodded in response to Bonnibel's question, refusing to meet Bonnibel's gaze.

Bonnibel grinned, wrapping her arms around Marceline's waist in a gentle hug. "Awesome."

"Uh…so…what exactly do we do now?" Marceline asked, looking up at Bonnibel.

Bonnibel stared into the girl's unusual yet entrancing crimson eyes. "I don't really know. I'm not exactly very experienced in the field of socialising."

"It's probably easier when you're not trying to make friends with a socially awkward person." Marceline stated. "I'm sorry in advance."

"You're socially awkward? You always seem so…cool." Bonnibel exclaimed, mouth agape.

Marceline actually laughed; one of those rare, real laughs that made Bonnibel's stomach do a flip. "Me? Cool? I think you have me mixed up with someone else."

"You do." Bonnibel continued. "You're so aloof and mysterious."

Marceline laughed even harder at that. "Seriously? Whoa. News to me. Keila always tells me I look like fucking nerd."

Bonnibel decided that Marceline looked beautiful when she was happy. "To me, you came across as this effortlessly cool person. I don't know."

"I don't know what made you think that, dude."

"Maybe it's because you use words like dude and rad." Bonnibel suggested. "And you can play all these different instruments and it's just really cool and fascinating to me."

"I'll teach you to play if you want." Marceline offered. "Then you can be 'aloof and mysterious', too."

Bonnibel chuckled, taking another spoonful of the ice cream. "I already know I have the musical talent of a walrus."

"Well, then I'll teach you to have the musical talent of a walrus that can play an instrument." Marceline shrugged. "I'll teach you anything you want."

"Which instruments won't hurt my fingers?" Bonnibel asked.

"None, if you practise." Marceline replied. "My ukulele has nylon strings and they don't hurt your fingers that much as far as I know. My fingers were already calloused when I started playing that. Piano and keyboard won't do anything to your fingers, though."

"Which is harder?" Bonnibel asked.

"I'd say piano. Ukulele was super easy, though." Marceline said.

"I'll go with ukulele, then." Bonnibel decided. "You'll seriously teach me how to play?"

"Sure. It might be a good bonding experience or something." Marceline shrugged. "It might be funny."

"You seem like the type to lose your patience really quick, though."

"Nah, I'm pretty chill." Marceline stated. "It's mostly just because I'm too lazy to do much. Shouting and arguing is too much effort."

"Have you ever argued with Keila?" Bonnibel asked.

Marceline laughed. "Yeah, one time when we were in middle school. I ate all her ice cream, she got mad, I laughed at her, she laughed at me and we were all good."

"You guys have never had a real fight?"

"Nope. We pretty much agree on everything." Marceline said. "You know, unless you count our endless debates over which bands are better."

"You guys talk about music a lot." Bonnibel pointed out. "It's confusing."

"I'm surprised Marshall hasn't taught you any of the music-talk we use or showed you any good bands." Marceline frowned. "Although let's not lie, the alpha twin over here," She pointed to herself, "clearly has the better music taste."

Bonnibel laughed. "But don't you guys listen to the same type of music? Rock?"

"I listen to all sorts." Marceline stated. "But mostly rock, yes. Marshall's only really into rock."

"What other stuff do you like?" Bonnibel pressed.

"Hm…acoustic stuff, I like some electronic, I'll very occasionally like a song in the charts but that's pretty rare, and country if you still count Taylor Swift as country." Marceline listed. "But I'm into mostly rock and its subgenres."

"You like Taylor Swift?" Bonnibel chuckled. "Never would've thought that."

"She's a not-so-guilty pleasure of mine." Marceline admitted.

Bonnibel was about to ask another question about Marceline's music taste, but Simon walked into the kitchen with two empty mugs. "Morning, Bonnibel! How's that hangover?"

Bonnibel's eyes widened. "You didn't see me drunk, did you?"

"No, Betty and I heard you, however." Simon chuckled. "It's fine. You weren't too bad. I've seen much worse with this one." He nodded towards Marceline.

Marceline awkwardly scratched the back of her neck. "Yeah…we don't talk about things like that when I'm attempting to make new friends."

Simon beamed. "I told you Bonnibel was nice."

"Shush." Marceline hushed him, jumping off the counter and grabbing the nearly melted tub of ice cream. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go upstairs before you try to embarrass me."

"Marcy, I'm basically your Dad, I'm going to be an embarrassment at times." Simon joked.

Marceline leant down and put the ice cream back in the freezer, shutting the door. "Come on, Bonnie."

Bonnibel slid off the counter and followed Marceline upstairs and back into her bedroom. Almost automatically, Marceline grabbed her TV remote and switched the TV on. "Anything you want to watch, or do you just want me to pick?"

"You can pick. I don't watch much TV." Bonnibel shrugged, sitting down on Marceline's soft bed. "I'm sorry for stealing your bed, by the way. It was very comfortable, though."

"It's fine, dude."

"Why didn't you stay in with me? I wouldn't have minded." Bonnibel questioned.

Marceline avoided the question. "Why did you even get drunk in the first place? You never seemed the type to do that to me."

"I don't know. I decided I'd have one beer to be a social drinker, and I'd never had it before. It tasted quite nice, and so I kept going back for more. I guess that's how I ended up how I was." Bonnibel said. "I'm never going to do it again, though. My head hurts."

Marceline sat down on the bed next to her. "Yeah, that'll happen."

Bonnibel rested back against the pillows and outstretched her legs. Marceline mirrored her actions and flicked through the TV guide, searching for something decent for the two of them to watch. Bonnibel looked down at Marceline's feet, frowning when she saw Marceline was wearing mismatched socks. "Marceline, your socks are mismatched."

"Yeah, I do that." Marceline shrugged. "Always have."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I just do." Marceline said.

Bonnibel hummed in acknowledgement and the two fell into a comfortable silence as Marceline found some dumb comedy movie to watch. "Marceline?"

"Yeah?"

"When's your birthday?" Bonnibel asked.

"Why, exactly?"

"I just want to know if I've missed it or not. I didn't know Lady's so I didn't have a chance to get her anything." Bonnibel said. "I need to know yours and Marshall's so I don't miss it."

Marceline didn't move her gaze from the TV. "I was born on October 31st."

"Halloween."

"Yup." Marceline nodded. "Maybe that's why your friend thinks I'm a vampire."

"How do you know about that?" Bonnibel laughed.

"Someone literally came over to me and asked me and then they told me she started it." Marceline shrugged. "Please tell me it's meant to be an insult and she doesn't actually think I'm a vampire?"

"I think she believes her theory that you're a vampire." Bonnibel chuckled.

Marceline slapped a hand to her forehead. "Oh my fucking God. Really?"

"Yeah. She says it's because of your eyes and because you're so pale."

Marceline looked up in thought, before a devilish smirk crossed her face. "I could think of a good prank here."

"Please tell me you're not going to do something stupid."

"I'm not going to do something stupid." Marceline replied. "I'm going to do something funny."

Bonnibel didn't want to think about what that meant, and decided to change the subject. "So yours and Marshall's birthday is on Halloween?"

"Nope. Mine is. His is the day after." Marceline said.

Bonnibel frowned. "But you're twins."

"I was born four minutes to midnight. He was born five minutes after midnight." Marceline explained. "His birthday is November 1st."

"Ah, I see." Bonnibel nodded. "So you're only just born on Halloween."

"Yup." Marceline nodded. "When we used to go trick or treating my Mom would make us wear a themed costume. We brought in twice the candy."

"That's cute." Bonnibel smiled, although she couldn't help but wonder about what Marceline had just said. Her Mom. Bonnibel knew she shouldn't ask, and she bit back the question she was dying to know the answer to. Where were Marceline's parents?

"If you want, I can take you home now. You still need to get dressed, but I can lend you some clothes." Marceline offered.

"It's fine, I'll just re-wear what I wore last night." Bonnibel said. "It's not like I'll be wearing them for too long; I'll be getting into pyjamas once I get home."

Marceline nodded, pointing towards the desk chair she rarely ever sat on. "Your clothes are over there on that chair."

Bonnibel chuckled. "I know. They stick out like a sore thumb next to all those blacks and greys."

Marceline just rolled her eyes in response, turning back to the TV as Bonnibel climbed off the bed and grabbed her clothes, heading into the bathroom to change.

As she was changing, Bonnibel couldn't help but think about Marceline's parents. She knew she shouldn't and that it was none of her business, but she really was curious as to why Marshall and Marceline lived with Simon.

Maybe she'd ask, if her and Marceline ever got close enough.

It didn't take Bonnibel long to change her clothes, and she carefully folded the pyjamas Marceline had given her into a neat pile, before walking out from the bathroom and across the hallway. She froze outside Marceline's bedroom door when she heard the angelic voice from inside.

Marceline was singing.

Bonnibel didn't recognise the song, and she didn't care. All she was thinking about was the beautiful singing voice from inside the room. Marceline wasn't even singing properly, she was just singing to herself as she played about on her phone, but Bonnibel still thought it was phenomenal.

Bonnibel lingered outside the half open door and listened to the beautiful voice.

"Thanks to you, I'm not myself,
I'm all strung out, that much is clear.
And I'll spend my whole lifetime with your lifeline wrapped around my throat."

Bonnibel made herself known and walked into the room, setting the folded pyjamas on next to Marceline on her bed. She smiled at the other girl, who was texting someone – probably Keila. "You have a really nice singing voice."

"Thanks, Bonnie." Marceline replied, standing up. "Alright, let's get you home."

The drive to Bonnibel's house was unusually quick, and Bonnibel found herself upset when Marceline's car pulled up outside her house.

Bonnibel smiled at Marceline. "Thanks for everything, Marceline."

"Don't sweat it, Bonnie." Marceline shrugged. "It was no problem."

Bonnibel opened the car door and stepped out. "I'll see you at school."

"Yeah. I'll wait for you to get in." Marceline nodded towards Bonnibel's front door.

Bonnibel smiled. "Thanks."

Bonnibel closed the car door and walked up her driveway, opening the front door which had been left unlocked. She turned and waved goodbye to Marceline, shutting the door and shouting up to her parents. "Guys, I'm home!"

Her Mom came out of the living room. "Did you have fun with your friends?"

Bonnibel nodded. She wasn't going to tell her parents that she got drunk. They'd kill her. "Yeah. I had a good night."

"Whose house did you stay at?" Her Mom pressed.

Bonnibel tried not to roll her eyes. Her Mom had always been really protective over her. "Marceline's."

A frown was what she got in response. "Marceline? You've never mentioned her before."

"Yeah, she's a new friend." Bonnibel said.

"Do you like her?"

"Mom!" Bonnibel exclaimed. "Not like that!"

"You should invite her over for dinner some time."

Bonnibel nodded. "Yeah, okay. Later."

Her Mom didn't reply, and Bonnibel took that as her chance to escape, quickly heading up to her room before her Mom could ask her any more questions about Marceline. She pulled out her phone once she sat down on her bed, sending a quick Facebook message to Marceline.

Bonnibel: My Mom didn't seem to suspect I'd been drunk. Thanks again.

It took Marceline a few minutes to reply; Bonnibel assumed she'd been driving home.

Marceline: no prob, man

Marceline: now take a nap, your head is probably killing

Bonnibel: Aye, aye, Captain. ;)

Marceline: that could be your nickname for me

Bonnibel: Ah, but that would imply you had some sort of power over me.

Marceline: ah, but what if I do?

Marceline: what if secretly I'm the queen of everything

Bonnibel: You're less awkward over text.

Bonnibel: Not that your awkwardness isn't absolutely adorable. :)

Marceline: good to know, now take your nap

Marceline: and don't call me adorable

Bonnibel: Sure, 'Queen of Everything'. ;)

Marceline didn't reply after that, and Bonnibel found herself thinking about the dark haired girl as she changed into her pyjamas – Marceline's rock shirt and a pair of pink pyjama shorts. She sniffed the shirt; Marceline's scent was fading. Bonnibel settled down under her pink duvet and closed her eyes, hoping that maybe when she woke up, she could talk to Marceline over Facebook.

Bonnibel woke up from her nap a few hours later and checked her phone to see a Facebook message from Marceline.

Marceline's message read, 'text me, I hate facebook' and had her number next to it.

Bonnibel grinned.

She was definitely texting her.