Marceline says something to me but I can't hear her over the crowd. She grabs my hand and we go through the back door. "So, how'd you like the show?" Marceline has her right shoulder against the building.

"It was..." I look up at her. "A-amazing." She looks over her shoulder trying to hide her grin.

"Well, I'm glad you liked it." She slowly grabs my hand and pulls me towards her. Her other hand lifts my chin up. I look into her eyes, paralyzed. Unable to look away. She grins; my heart skips a beat. Her dimples are revealed and the lights in the alley reflect off her teeth. My heart beat continues to speed up. Her hair is sweaty and she has a faint scent of alcohol. Inhale. Exhale. We slowly move toward each other, our lips brushing up against one anothers. There's so much tension in the air, neither one of us wanting to break this moment. Time stops. I feel her breath on my lips. My mind is fuzzy.

Marceline moves me so my back is against the wall and she's in front of me. My arms are around her neck. She leans into me to me. Our lips touch. We kiss slowly. Her tongue grazes my top lip, I open. My tongue fights for dominance but, She pulls away before it goes further. Biting my bottom lip in the process. We're gasping for air.

"I think you should come to my flat tonight." She manages out. She pulls her keys out and looks over at me.

"M-Marcy, I don't think you should drive. You're drunk."

"I am no such thing. More liiiike buzzed, yeah? She grins at me.

I snatch the keys out of her hand. "Haven't you seen the commercials? Buzzed driving is drunk driving."

"Woah, calm down princess."

"I just don't want you to g- get hurt is all..."

"Fine. We walk. How do you expect me to get to school tommorow then?"

"You stay the night and I take you."

She smiles at me and bites her lip. "Cool."

We start walking. "I wanna die." I murmer.

"W-what? Are you okay!? If someone's bothering you I'll beat the fuck outta them." She stops in her tracks. I don't though. I continue walking. She runs to catch up. "Yo, Bonnibel." She waves her hand in front of my face.

"Oh, look." I hold my hand out and look up. "It's raining."

"I guess it is." She stops next to me. "Oh, Bullocks." It's now pouring, like POURING. She grabs my hand and we run. Some how we end up at a bus stop. We sit in the glass enclosure, rain pouring all around us.

"Uhm, my eyes are up here." I mutter.

"Oh, fuck sorry." She stands up and starts taking off her jacket.

"W-whaaa..." My face goes red.

Her shirts off. "Here ya go." Gladly she has a wife beater on underneath.

"Foorrr?"

She snickers. "You're wearing a white shirt annnd we just ran through heavy ran."

I look down, my white shirt completely invisible. "Oh shit." I wrap my arms around my chest.

"Here. I would offer you my jacket buuut, it may contain a spliff or two... or six..."

"W-what's a spliff?"

"Ha, don't worry about that right now. Put this shirt on."

"But I'm out in public, I'm not going to change my shirt..."

"Bro, it's dark and no ones around. Even if someone was around and they saw you I'd beat'em bloody."

"Why do you always have to get so violent?"

"Cause I love you."

"W-what."

"Nothing, just change." Marceline turns and faces opposite of me. I pull off my soaked white T and put on Marcy's black T. I hold it to my nose and inhale deeply. Smells just like her. "Like the smell of sweat and alcohol, yeah?" She laughs as I quickly drop the shirt nd turn red. "C'mon, looks like the rains lettin up." She smiles at me and turns around.

We arive at my house, I take the spare key out of my wallet and open the door. I take a left and go up the stairs to my bedroom. Marcy follows. "Will they be okay with me just ya'know showing up at your house?"

"Yea, they'll be chill. No worries." My cell rings. "Yep, totally. Buuut, I tell you all the deets tomorrow. Mkay, bye."

"Who was that?" Marcy questions and sits on my desk.

"Just Rainy."

"Oh, cool. You guys are close, yeah?"

"Yeah, I suppose. Anyways, what's a spliff?"

"I can tell you have been here long." She laughs and pulls out a joint. "Wanna smoke?" She raises her eyebrow at me.

"W-we have school tomorrow."

"It's not like liquor, there's no hang over really."

"But.."

"Just. One."

"Okay, one."

"Sweet. I've always wondered what you were like high." Marceline goes walks over to my window and opens it slightly. She sits on my bed cross legged, looking at me. I do the same.

"So, like. What do I do?"

"It's simple really." She lights it and blows on it a bit. She moves closer until out knees touch. "First, inhale just a little. Put the end up to your mouth and suck on it like a straw. Once your lungs are filled pull it out of your mouth and slowly exhale." She does exactly what she says and blows the smoke into the air. "Now you try." She hands me the spliff. I try to do as she says. I inhale slightly, put it to my lips, suck like a straw and blow into the air. Well except blow was more like cough out and air was more like her face. She smiles. "Wanna do blowbacks?"

"You act like I know what that is." I reply.

"I'll do my part and you just inhale."

"Uhm, okay?" She puts the buring end in her mouth, and leans forward. Her hands act as walls and connects her face to mine. I take my queue and put my mouth on the end. I inhale and I can tell she's blowing on her end. We break. "Wow." I manage out.

She takes the spliff out of her mouth and relights it. Marcy and I finish up and she throws the end out of the window. "I could use a cig right about now." She pulls out a pack and puts one up to her lips.

"If you smoke that I won't kiss you."

"Aw, fuck." She takes the unlit cigarette and puts it back in the pack. "You better be glad I've fallen for you."

"Y-you've what?"

"You heard me."

I hope you guys have been enjoying all the recent updates! Just fyi, Bonnibel is based off me mostly. But as always, review, gives me loads of inspiration.