So! I'm finally back, updating after such a long while! I got a different computer, one my brother helped fix, so it's not broken like my other one and I'll be able to write and upload yet again! I'm not going to lie, I've had a lack of writing inspiration lately, so it might be some long pauses but I'm going to try not to do that! So, anyhow, here's a new chapter and hopefully more to come! Enjoy!


"So, I'll just say it. Bonnster, you are lookin' mighty fine~" Marceline crooned making Bonnibel roll her eyes at the smirking pale girl. Her gray eyes danced happily at

Bonnibel who was blushing both due to the stare and the comment which made her scowl at the black haired girl. She had been spending a hell of a lot more time with Marceline over the past two weeks; whether it was outside of class, at lunch or during the weekend, Marceline always found her and Bonnibel had to admit that, by this time, she was also finding her way to Marceline or scanning the crowd for her dark hair and mischievous smile. She couldn't help it! Marceline had imprinted upon her, ever so slightly, over the past two weeks and additional three more dates they'd gone on, she couldn't help but be excited as she would wait for Marceline to show up and she could spend time with the rocker looking girl.

"Shut up!" She finally snapped but Marceline cackled happily as she rolled all around on her freshly made bed, made by Bonnibel of course since Marceline though of just throwing a blanket up over the mattress was making it, and made Bonnibel scowl further.

She knew her snap was too late, she took too much time to reply and she blushed adjusting the dark blue long sleeve t-shirt, with a V-neck that showed her cleavage slightly, over black jeans that were also loaned to her by Marceline. She heard Marceline get up off her mattress looking through her cluttered stuff, humming softly to herself making Bonnibel suspicious but as she fixed up her hair, just pushing some stray hairs back into place and tucking her bangs behind her ears. She yelped when Marceline plopped a black beret that made her hair suddenly glow up like a pin neon sign and pushed her bangs forward into her face making her scowl. Marceline spun her around so they faced one another and Marceline tugged gently on her clothes and patted at the close as if to be patting stuff off her and fixed the beret slightly then smiled proudly.

"There! Now you're perfect!" Marceline proudly said as she then let her fingers linger slightly over Bonnibel's visible collar bone. "Hey, I got a question for ya."Bonnibel sighed and rolled her eyes softly then crossed her arms over her chest tightly. "What?"

"Do you ever wear that t-shirt I gave you?" Bonnibel paused in movements then blushed at Marceline's question and the dark aired girl looked pretty serious so Bonnibel opted for telling the truth.

"Yeah. I wear it to bed every night." Bonnibel replied blushing at how honest she was being with it but Marceline instead got a look of suspicion, like Bonnibel was lying. "I'm serious! I do!"

"Oookay what ever you say, Bonnie." Marceline dragged out the word throwing her hands up as if she was washing her hands of an argument but smirked like she dared one. She turned to her dresser and began picking out an outfit, piece by piece and Bonnibel just scowled at her soft.

"I'm going with you to your stupid band practice, don't even put on an attitude!" Bonnibel ordered narrowing her contacted blue eyes at her reflection before spinning to face Marceline. "Oka-The fuck!"

"What!" Marceline yelped at Bonnibel's shout her face becoming coated with surprise as she looked around, her bra straps dangling from her hands before dropping to the floor and a fresh on was held tight in her left hand. Bonnibel felt her flame as she stared at Marceline, her eyes slipping down Marceline's face, down the slope of her neck;down to her collar bones then, before she could stop herself, her eyes dropped straight Marceline's breasts and her face seemed to flame hotter. Marceline's were neither big nor small but a perfect balance of both that were fascinating to Bonnibel that she felt unable to stop staring. Her breasts and belly along with every part ofh er upper half flesh was just as pale as her neck, arms and face; all an even pale color that bordered on near marble white that was beautiful and her flesh looked so soft, welcoming that her fingers actually twitched and she felt an itching urge to reach out and touch Marceline's skin to see if it was as soft as it looked.

"Hehe~" Bonnibel jerked at the mischievous sounding giggle when Marceline crossed her arms up over behind the back of her head thrusting her chest forward giving her body a more curved look as her breasts jutted forward and Bonnibel felt her face burn every degree of heat there could be and was aware of how she must look like a freaking tomato. "See somethin' ya like~?"

"N-N-N-No! Get som-some clothes on!" Bonnibel stuttered in a shriek out turning away quickly and covering her face with her hands as her heart threatened to pound out of her chest and Marceline dissolved into laughter behind her, howling like a mad woman that made Bonnibel blush harder. She couldn't help feeling uncomfortable with Marceline half naked like that when, back at home, if Larissa had changed it wouldn't have been any different, so why was she having this reaction with Marceline?

"Hehe~" There was the mischievous giggle again and Bonnibel screeched wordlessly, the sound echoing when Marceline threw her arms around Bonnibel pressing her bare upper half against Bonnibel grinning wickedly. "What's the matter, Bon?"

"St-Stop!" She screeched desperate to get away, feeling a strange warmth in her veins at the feel of Marceline's breasts pressing against her, the sensation searing through the clothes like she was wearing nothing. She felt it all the way down to her skin and it was strange but she wanted to get away. "Mar-Marceline! Let go!"

"Shh. Calm down, Bon, it's okay." Marceline finally softly said as as she squeezed Bonnibel softly as Bonnibel shivered standing still but couldn't calm down. Her stomach was fluttery, her heart pounding away at her chest and her skin felt to tight with a heat that was raking up and down giving her goosebumps. Marceline then finally moved away chuckling ."Wow, Bon, you're pretty frigid to not want people to touch you."

"I-I'm not frigid!" Bonnibel shouted as her face burned hotly and she whipped around to see Marceline pulling on a new black bra and raised a brow at Bonnibel's red face and gave a smile.

"Don't worry! If you don't like being touched like that then we can work on it!" Marceline responded with a wave of her hand and then turned pulling on a short black sleeve shirt while humming softly to herself Bonnibel gritted her teeth, face still a burning red, her heart pounding with embarrassment. She wasn't frigid! She just...God, she didn't know what! She just knew she had reaction unlike anything she'd felt before, an urge to turn around and drag her fingers feather light up Marceline's side and to hold her breast in her hand, feel the weight oit and softness.

She was still tempted too, even as Marceline plucked at her short black sleeve shirt and pulled on a pair of faded gray jeans with rips. She grinned at Bonnibel who's blush had been fading only to fire up again and she glared. She hated that Marceline thought she was frigid, cause she wasn't, and it was more annoying than every when there was a tingling need to reach out and touch Marceline which was getting more intense each passing day over the pat two weeks. Even now she curled her fingers in to her palm tightly making her nails dig into her palms as if to stab that needing tingle and she blew out a breath shoving her hands in the jean pockets as she scowled at Marceline.

"Are we going now or not? I promised Miranda we'd study after this," Bonnibel said with a snappish tone when she noticed a blank look on Marceline's face at the mention of Miranda but then grinned but it didn't reach her eyes.

"You can just go and study." Marceline then got out smiling pleasantly instead of grinning, something Bonnibel had never seen when Marceline grabbed her notebook, bass and was flying out the door and down the hall, her red boots loud against the carpeted floor, leaving Bonnibel behind as they echoed in her ears. What the...hell was that?

"What the fuck!" Bonnibel finally exclaimed angrily, her face burning with her anger instead of embarrassment as she stared at herself in the mirror. She was literally all dressed up to go no where! She puffed her cheeks out angrily and she turned stomping out of Marceline's room with anger simmering in her veins. Well screw Marceline then! How dare she take off without her! She wasn't going to talk with her at all, as punishment! It worked last time and as Bonnibel stomped to her room she knew it'd work again.


"Bonnie? Bon? BonBon? B? Bonnibel!"

Bonnibel blinked herself out of her thoughts and stared at her phone screen then smiled sheepishly at Neddy's disgruntled angry face. She gave a sheepish smile. "Sorry, Ned. I was lost in my thoughts again, huh?"

"Uh, yeah! I said, are you going to come up for Halloween or Thanksgiving?" Neddy asked as his blue eyes narrowed on Bonnibel's through the camera and Bonnibel laughed lightly at the look on her brother's face. How could she answer that in a way that he wouldn't be upset?

"Listen, Neddy, um, the thing is I don't know if I'll be home for Halloween. Maybe Thanksgiving. If not both of those holidays I'll be back there winter vacation." Bonnibel said slowly as she looked at her brother who seemed blank faced then clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth hard much like she would when she was younger and got angry.

"Ok-ay." He got out through gritted teeth as he looked at Bonnibel, anger just flaming in his eyes as he moved a hand through his hair when, just as she opened her mouth, a boom of thunder echoed and before she could speak the lights flickered and the power went out.

"Oh shit!" Neddy and Bonnibel gasped at the same time, Neddy in surprise and Bonnibel in fear. She looked at Neddy then at her bars of wifi which slowly went down. "Neddy, I'm gonna have to call you back when the power comes on, the WiFi is going down."

"Okay, be safe." Neddy replied right before the disconnected. She put her phone down with a sigh and she slid off of the bed with hesitant steps, aware of how dark it really was. She walked with slow hesitant steps across the floor and when she reached out for the doorknob the the knob turned and swung open; Bonnibel, who prided herself on not being easily scared, screamed and a scream was echoed back.

"Jesus!" Miranda gasped, her turquoise eyes wide with fear and shock as she looked at Bonnibel who placed a hand to her chest and breathed out a tight breath. Her heart still beat like crazy as she stared at Miranda, her face just as startled.

"Sorry," Bonnibel sighed out as she looked at Miranda who sighed out while walking into the room and, reaching under her bed, she pulled out one of those electric lanterns and twisted the knob casting a blue light in the dark room, not enough to light up the whole room but halfway across Miranda's bed and a few inches past the side of her bed onto the
floor.

"You know, I haven't seen a lot of you over the past couple of weeks." Miranda ventured slowly as she looked at her lap and Bonnibel felt a small stab of guilt in her chest. She really hadn't spending as much time talking with Miranda, had she? She recalled half hearten hi's and half conversations before Marceline snagged her and she forgot all about

Miranda. This happened multiple times and she felt guilty about that, now that she thought about it. Bonnibel looked at Miranda for a few more minutes then down at her lap as she spoke, "I'm sorry, I've been-"

"Hanging out with Marceline. I know." Miranda finished lamely when she grimaced then sighed. "I'm sorry, I just, well I miss you. It's half way through October and I've barely seen you in the past two weeks."

"I'm really sorry, Miranda." Bonnibel apologized again as her green eyes sought out Miranda's turquoise ones when the other got up and walked over to Bonnibel's bed with the lamp. She set it on the floor but faced Bonnibel. Miranda looked scary serious in the blue light, her brows pulled tight, lips pursed and her eyes troubled; it made Bonnibel guilty to think she caused such a look on her friend's face. Then she blinked when Miranda leaned towards her, her eyes widening. She felt her heart beating hard against her chest at the sudden proximity, the sound slowly building in her ears until it was the only sound she heard and her stomach became tight. She sat frozen, rigid, as she felt Miranda's hair brushing her cheek and her lips just barely touching hers, when the door slammed open.

"Bonn I got-" Marceline's voice died as fast as it came and Bonnibel jerked away from Miranda with wide eyes, her pupils mere pin pricks of black in the green irises as they looked onto Marceline's shocked gray ones. Miranda, however, seemed to glare at Marceline. It was silent, so silent Bonnibel was scared one of them would hear her heart. Then

Marceline got a dark look on her face as she gripped the door knob in her hand tightly. "I'm sorry for interrupting, I'll go now."

"Marceline-!" Bonnibel gasped finally, like a dying person gulping air, her body moving so fast it was jerky and hard like she'd never moved before as she rushed to the door and yanked it open. Marceline's footsteps were still audible and she ran in the direction of the footsteps fast, her feet carrying her like she was a robot, quick and precise. She didn't know why she was so scared, why her stomach had this airy tightening feeling of fear, but she felt her hands shake and she ran. She turned the corner only to slam into Marceline's back and gasped looking up at Marceline when the other turned, her face face carefully blank. "Marceline!"

"It's fine, Bon. We aren't dating dating, we're not even a couple," Marceline began as she looked at Bonnibel then the most fakest, brightest smile curved over Marceline's lips. "So you can be with Miranda! It's fine, dude!"

Bonnibel felt like screaming then, felt like shouting and shaking Marceline hard, but she couldn't even lift her arms from her sides as her eyes widened with her brows pulled so tight together they twitched. She felt so sick, so confused, it was like every emotion was bombarding her right then. Her heart now beat hard with a sickening feeling that moved through her veins and gripped her with each thump of her heart. She felt like crying as she stared at Marceline's smile, feeling like she somehow screwed something up between her and Marceline.

"Date whoever you want, dude, we're friends! We can keep building on it, can't we?" Marceline asked with a cheerful tone, her smile faker than plastic as she tilted her head making her hair flow over her left shoulder and her gray eyes trained onto Bonnibel's greens.

"..."She opened her mouth wordlessly before stepping back, feeling cold as the rush of emotions left her after a powerful peak and then washed away. She still felt like crying as she stared at Marceline. She didn't understand why Marceline was acting this way now, after two weeks of dates and subtle suggestions of interest, and suddenly she claims to be just friends? "...Yeah. We're...We can...keep building on it."

She was aware of how she echoed the words emptily as she watched Marceline smile with that same fake smile and turned walking away, her hair flowing like a black silk cape that Bonnibel wanted to reach out and touch. She watched Marceline turn the corner when she felt something warm drip to her cheek and her lower lip trembled hard as more tears fell down, her cheeks flushing as she lifted her hands up; She felt stupid, after having something so close to romantic feelings form for the black haired girl, she was pushed away and zoned off as friends. She never felt more confused in her eighteen years of life, never, not even with Finn did she feel this damn confused.

Marceline, who's steps still seemed to sound down the hall, stopped at least halfway down the hall to her room, her head bowed. She'd known, from the very beginning when they claimed to hate one another, when they went on the first date and hung out two weeks after that, that Bonnibel would end up with someone else. After all, no one ever said they had to date after going on dates or hanging out, they never verbally asked one another out, never assumed it. She, in every way, had absolutely no claim on Bonnibel. She felt a tight sensation in her chest as a warm tear dripped onto her cheek and she felt her eyes widen.

She then felt the tears flow over onto her cheeks with no warning and she blinked then whimpered softly to herself squatting down as the tears dripped down and slid over the back of her fingers in thick drops and she gripped her jeans with her right hand tightly, so tight her knuckles turned white and her hand shook visibly. She didn't think...no, she never considered that she would ever cry again like this, or ever. The only time she cried like this was when her ex girlfriend, MoMo, had broken up with her in the worst way when they planned their future together for the three years of high school they dated. She didn't know that she could cry like this over someone she never, ever, had a relationship with. She felt a sob make it's way out of her as her chest spasmed when much larger, bigger sobs that threatened her and though she ached to run, to get up and go, she just couldn't. She heard a door opening as she sobbed little, choked gasping sobs and arms circled her tightly.

"Marceline, I'm sorry." Aislin softly said as she hugged the black haired tightly and she broke down sobbing loudly with gulping breathes. She was fine being friends with Bonnibel, would be happy with it, yet she felt so sad. Why? Why was she so sad? She should be happy to even be friends with Bonnibel, but yet she sat there crying. She honestly just wanted to know why she was so upset for she had absolutely no clue as to why she was so upset like this. She couldn't figure it out and as she sat there, crying into Aislin's shoulder, she felt like she'd just lost something important for some reason.