alright, you can skip over this if you don't want to read me awkwardly answering reviews and explaining stuff

okay, siryellowpants - bonnie's only asexual, not aromantic, she still likes girls romantically and just labels herself as gay
so like, she was attracted to the girl in New York romantically and not sexually

necrolurker - you...you actually complained about missing school? (well at least you care about your education) and you're surprisingly pretty correct with your prediction; something significant happens on the history trip

everyone else - thank you for all the reviews and stuff in general to be honest i really appreciate it

Saturday 22nd March 2014

Bonnibel was shaken awake. Really, anything could've been happening; she could have been getting kidnapped or a burglary could be occurring. She couldn't care less – she was far too tired.

Luckily, when she opened her eyes and squinted at the brightness of her bedroom lights, it was only Lady, Fionna and Cake who had disturbed her sleep. Bonnie sat up and rubbed her eyes, pushing her messy pink hair from her line of vision. "What are you guys doing here?"

"We're taking you to Marshall's house for movie day." Lady smiled. She knew Bonnibel would probably protest and say she had work or some confusing science experiments to conduct, but she was willing to stand her ground until Bonnie gave in. "It'll be fun, seriously."

"I really shouldn't," Bonnie said. Even in her tired state, she knew that being sociable all day wouldn't be very enjoyable – at least for her. "You guys go on without me."

Cake rolled her eyes. "You're coming. You always ditch us on movie day, so you're coming. We won't leave without you."

Bonnie let out a long sigh; she really didn't want to do anything other than an experiment on hydrocarbons, which she had been looking forward to conducting since Wednesday. She'd decided to set aside today for it and then maybe socialise tomorrow, but it looked like that plan had gone down the drain. "I guess I could come for a little while."

"So…you're coming?" Lady shot her a hopeful look, and Bonnie just sighed. "You might have fun for once, you know. There's no harm in that."

"Yes, I'll come." Bonnie confirmed. Lady was actually rather surprised by how little convincing they had to do. "But if I don't enjoy it, I'm coming straight home to start my experiment."

"Deal," Fionna said. "But only because you'll definitely enjoy it."

Once Bonnie had gotten herself dressed and ready to leave, the five girls piled into Cake's car and headed towards Marshall's house. Lady hijacked the stereo and put it on a specific radio station which apparently only played one specific genre of music – auto-tuned, repetitive pop music which somehow always ended up stuck in Bonnie's head, even though she disliked it. She knew that if Marceline was here, she'd be rolling her eyes in annoyance. "What even is this music?"

"You've obviously been living under a rock," Cake replied from the driver's seat. Bonnie saw the surprised look on her face; clearly, Cake couldn't believe Bonnie didn't know what was. "It's One Direction."

"Hopefully the direction they're going in is off a cliff." Bonnie muttered. She knew she'd have this stupid song stuck in her head for the rest of the day.

Lady looked at Bonnibel in astonishment; she'd never heard the usually impartial girl say something like that. "Okay, you've definitely been spending too much time with Marceline."

Bonnie thought for a second. Her comment on the music did sound like something Marceline would say. Eventually, the pink haired girl just shrugged. "I guess, but there's nothing wrong with that. Anyways, what's the plan for today?"

"We're going to watch some movies and then Marshall said we're going to play video games." Lady explained. "It should be fun. Everyone aside from LSP is going to be there and Gumball stayed over with Marshall last night."

Immediately, a thought sprung to Bonnie's mind and she began wondering if Marceline would join in with them. She doubted it, but she still held out hope. She just wondered if her friends would let Marceline hang out with them. "Oh. Sounds fun."

"Yeah, it will be." Fionna said. "As long as Marshall doesn't annoy me."

"Okay, we all know you're into him." Lady muttered.

Fionna looked utterly disgusted at the notion. "That is the most disgusting thing I've ever heard. I don't even like him in a friend way."

Lady just shrugged. "Well, he clearly likes you."

Bonnie really hoped that wasn't true, for Gumball's sake. She knew how much he liked Marshall, and if Marshall liked Fionna he'd be devastated. "I don't think he does."

"Thank you, Bubblegum." Fionna seemed relieved that Bonnie was on her side.

Bonnie made a mental note to ask Marceline if she knew anything and decided she'd keep a closer eye on things, for Gumball's sake. He was such a sweet boy, and she didn't want him to get upset over it. "No problem."

They arrived at Marshall's pretty quickly, and headed towards the front door. Lady knocked, and the four girls waited until Marshall unlocked the door.

Except he didn't. Marceline did, still clad in her pyjamas and her hair still not brushed; but she had made the effort to put her nose ring in. Bonnibel was astonished – Marceline still looked like she'd just come straight off the catwalk even though she seemingly hadn't attempted to make herself appear attractive.

"Oh…hey, Bonnie." Marceline sent her a warm smile – a gesture Bonnie's friends were stunned by – which Bonnie returned. Marceline nodded in acknowledgement to Lady, Fionna and Cake; she knew Bonnie wanted her to be friendly to them. "Bonnie's friends."

Marceline stepped aside and let Bonnie and her friends in, Lady, Cake and Fionna slipping off their shoes and heading towards the stairs. Marceline closed the front door and then disappeared into the kitchen, presumably to make herself some breakfast. Bonnie watched after her, and sighed. She knew Marceline probably wouldn't make any other appearances throughout the day.

Although she hated to admit it, they were very alike in that sense; they both preferred to be alone than hang out in huge groups of people. Bonnie liked hanging out with Marceline on the weekend; it was mostly kept to the two of them – although Keila sometimes made an appearance – and Bonnie liked it that way. Rather than seeing all of her friends at once, she enjoyed relaxing with just one or two people. Big groups easily tired her out.

She could hear laughter that sounded a lot like Finn's upstairs, and she saw Fionna, Lady and Cake headed in that direction. They stopped when they realised Bonnie wasn't following. "Hey. Aren't you coming?"

"I'm just going to say hi to Marceline." Bonnibel said, nodding towards the kitchen.

Lady smiled as her friends continued up the stairs. "Okay. See you upstairs."

Bonnie nodded and headed towards the kitchen, smiling at Marceline as she spotted her sat on the kitchen counter, sipping out of a mug. "Hi."

"Bonnie…what're you doing in here?" Marceline frowned. "Not that I don't enjoy your company and all, I just figured you'd be upstairs with your friends."

"I know, but I wanted to see you." Bonnie smiled. "I thought your band practiced on Saturdays, anyways?"

"Yeah, but Keila got called into work and Marshall is doing god knows what with you guys, so I'm just going to hang out in my pyjamas all day. Maybe write some new music or something." Marceline said. Admittedly, she didn't want to be alone, but she definitely wasn't confessing that to Bonnie. "But I'm probably going to lay in bed and watch Buffy."

Bonnie rolled her eyes, unable to wipe the smile from her face which always seemed to appear around Marceline. "Typically."

Marceline just shrugged. "Yeah, what did you expect? I'm totally spending the entire day doing homework."

"If that ever actually happens, there's radical proof that miracles are real." Bonnie said. "Either that or you're possessed by a very studious ghost."

"It'd probably be the latter," Marceline chuckled. "Anyways, your friends are expecting you. Get upstairs."

Bonnie sighed. She really couldn't be bothered to sit through a bunch of movies she probably wouldn't like anyways. She just wanted to do her experiments. "Do I have to?"

"I take it they forced you out of the house, then?" Marceline asked. She thought that was a little pushy, but then again, she did it to Keila sometimes. "You should've just told them no."

"I was sleepy and disoriented. They took me by surprise." Bonnie responded. "I'd rather hang out with you."

"Literally all we do is watch movies."

"Yeah, but it's only the two of us, usually. I like that." Bonnie explained. She hated jumping into hug explanations about why she disliked big groups of people; it just made her sound antisocial, which she tried her best not to be. She socialised at school, but the weekends were her only chance to get a lot of science work done. It'd always been that way; she liked routine, and didn't want to interrupt that.

"I get it." Bonnie was surprised by the answer; she knew Marceline was introverted, but usually everyone asked for an explanation. "Like, I get nervous around big groups of people. Particularly ones I don't really know."

"You get nervous around people? You always seem so confident."

Marceline laughed. She was the complete opposite of confident the majority of the time. "Confident? I'm sorry, have you met me? I was fucking terrified of you."

"Really? I was terrified of you." Bonnie shot back. She didn't recall saying anything that might make Marceline scared of her.

"Well, duh. I act like a cocky bitch so people don't figure out I'm actually a nervous wreck." Marceline rolled her eyes as if it was the most obvious explanation in the world. "I keep people at arm's length."

"Why?"

Marceline shot her a look that said 'really?' before replying. "Socks."

Bonnie sighed, although she figured that would be the answer. She was about to respond, when her friends all shouted something from upstairs and her and Marceline looked up. "I really don't want to go up there. Can't I just hide out in your room?"

"Tell you what," Marceline began, hopping off the counter and placing her mug in the sink, "You hang out with your friends until…1PM, and then I'll let you in my room and we can hang out. Deal?"

Bonnie looked at the clock. It read 10:19AM. "12PM."

"2PM." Marceline shot her a smirk. "The more you try and bargain with me, I'll raise the time. You sure you want to take that chance?"

Bonnie sighed. "Fine. 1PM."

"Yup." Marceline headed towards the door. "See you then. Have fun with the dorks."

Bonnie frowned, following her out and up the stairs, grabbing onto Marceline's wrist before she could disappear into her room. "Hey. I thought I was supposed to give you a compulsory hug every time one of us said goodbye."

Marceline rolled her eyes, but pulled Bonnie in for a hug. Bonnie felt comforted in her hold. "Happy?"

Bonnie nodded into Marceline's shoulder. "Yeah."

She felt Marceline letting go, and Bonnie felt a little disheartened. Bonnie shot Marceline a smile as she slowly headed towards Marshall's room. "1PM?"

"Yes, we went over this downstairs," Marceline rolled her eyes. "Seriously, Bonnie. For a smart person, you really don't catch on very fast."

"Will you come and get me, though? I feel like my friends won't let me leave and I can't exactly tell them I'm going to the bathroom and then never come back." Bonnie said.

"Fine, I'll come and get you." Marceline replied, walking inside her room and putting a hand to the door, getting ready to close it. "Can I please go and watch Buffy now?"

Bonnie smiled. "Yeah. See you soon."

Marceline grinned, shutting her door – but not before giving Bonnie one last goodbye. "Later, dude."

Bonnie then turned towards Marshall's door and took in a deep breath, pushing it open. She was greeted by the sight of Finn, Jake, Fionna and Marshall battling it out on four-player Mario Kart, while her other friends cheered them on. Gumball was cheering on Marshall, Cake was rooting for Fionna, and Lady for Jake. Bonnibel figured she might as well join in and sat down next to Finn, who had his tongue stuck out in concentration and his usual smile was replaced by a frown.

She shot him an encouraging smile – by default, she was cheering him on, as nobody else seemed to be. She saw that he was coming 7th; Marshall was 5th, Fionna was 1st, and Jake was 2nd. Bonnie tried to help by seeing if she could distract any of the other players. "Come on, Finn. You can beat them. Even I beat Marshall."

Fionna burst out laughing at that – however her concentration on the game didn't waver – and Marshall just scowled. "I thought that would never come up again."

"Let's not forget that Marceline kicks your butt every single Monday when you play against her." Bonnie added, smirking.

Fionna seemed highly amused by the conversational topic. Marshall was becoming more distracted from the game. "Yeah, but she cheats. She kicks me."

"There was kicking on both ends last time I witnessed you guys playing video games." Bonnie said. "You were both attacking each other, and she still won even with your foot in her face."

Finn smiled, but kept his eyes on the TV screen. "Thanks, Bubblegum. I've passed him now."

Bonnie smiled. "No problem, Finn."

Bonnie didn't know why her friends called it 'movie day', when for the first hour, they played video games, and then went out for a walk. Bonnibel wished they'd have warned her they'd be going out, as she didn't bring her coat. So, she went and knocked on Marceline's door.

"If that's Bonnie, it's not 1PM yet."

"I need to borrow a coat." Bonnibel half shouted through the door, "I forgot mine."

Marceline's bedroom door swung open, and Marceline shot her a look, her eyebrows raised; Bonnie had forgotten her coat way too many times for Marceline not to comment. "You're an idiot. Come on."

Bonnie followed Marceline downstairs and through her friends who were all hurriedly pulling their shoes on – Marceline shoved past them with a roll of her eyes. Marceline opened up the under the stairs cupboard and switched the light on, turning to Bonnie. "I have a leather jacket and then some random winter coat that Simon got me one time when I complained about how cold it was. Take your pick."

"Uh…it's not that cold out so can I use your leather jacket?" Bonnie asked, "You know, if that's okay with you."

"Sure," Marceline ducked inside the cupboard and pulled her leather jacket off the hook it was residing on. She passed it to Bonnibel, "Here. Have fun on your walk."

"I'll try," Bonnie smiled. She tugged the leather jacket on, Marceline's familiar scent hitting her. "Thanks for letting me borrow this. I appreciate it."

"Don't worry about it," Marceline replied, "You forget your coat so much I'm starting to wonder if you actually own one."

"I do, but it's on the back of my bedroom door and I always forget to pick it up on my way out." Bonnie said. "It's pink."

"Of course it is." Marceline rolled her eyes. "Everything you own is pink. Like, if I looked up the dictionary definition of pink, there'd be a picture of you."

"I don't wear that much pink."

Marceline scanned over Bonnie's attire – a pink dress and cardigan. "Yeah. Totally."

Bonnie looked down at her clothing and flushed a little, deciding to change the subject before she completely embarrassed herself. She decided to ask Marceline to join them – hopefully, she'd take Bonnie up on the offer. "You could come with us, you know. If you got dressed, that is."

"I'll pass." Marceline said. She was not spending any more time with Bonnibel's friends than she had to. Most of them were just plain irritating. Marceline felt a little guilty at the look of disappointment that flashed through Bonnibel's eyes. "Besides, I'm busy writing music."

"You're actually not watching Buffy?" Bonnie asked in mock shock. "I'm surprised."

Marceline rolled her eyes. "Shut up, dork."

"You shut up, you big jerk." Bonnie shot back, attempting to hold up a serious expression which eventually dissolved into a smile. "I'll see you later. Thanks again for letting me borrow your jacket."

Marceline slipped past Bonnie's friends and when she was halfway up the stairs, looked down at Bonnie and smiled. "Bye."

Bonnie watched after her and followed Marceline with her gaze until her view was cut off by Marceline closing her bedroom door. She sighed; she wished Marceline had decided to come, but she shouldn't have gotten her hopes up in the first place – it was highly unlikely that she actually would have.

Lady called for her attention and Bonnie quickly slipped on her pink Converse before following her friends out the front door.

They all walked - led by Marshall - to probably one of Bonnie's new favourite places in the town. She didn't think the place had a name, all she knew was that it was beautiful – it was a small woodland area near the park in Marshall's neighbourhood; there was a shimmering lake in front of where they were all sat on an embankment. The sounds of the gentle breeze blocked out any noises from the roads nearby, and although Bonnie could see the store if she squinted into the distance, she felt completely separated from the rest of civilization. She made a mental note to come here with Marceline one day.

Typically, her friends – being a bunch of overgrown kids – suggested they play hide and seek, and Bonnie actually rather liked the idea. Her childhood was the big city of New York – she never really had a quiet place to play and be a kid.

She never really had the friends to play with, either.

Jake and Marshall offered to 'seek', and the two of them stood facing the lake with their eyes presumably shut as Bonnibel, Lady, Fionna, Cake, Gumball and Finn ran off to find a hiding place. Bonnie wasn't very experienced in the game, and hid behind a tree at first. When she heard Marshall or Jake coming, she changed her location to one of the ones they'd already checked – in the bushes near the lake.

She was found by Lady, who had been uncovered by Marshall. Once she was found, she joined the seekers.

Finn was the last one to be found, hiding way up in a tree above where anybody bothered to look. When Bonnie checked her watch, she frowned in annoyance. 1:26PM; she should be with Marceline.

She ended up roped into three more games of hide and seek.

Marceline harshly strummed at the strings on her acoustic guitar – she just couldn't find the right chord for the song she was writing. She'd tried what seemed like everything; sevens, major sevens, minor sevens, suspended chords – nothing was fitting.

She gave up. She put her guitar aside and pulled her laptop closer to her, closing the word document that contained the song lyrics; she planned on showing them to Keila next time she came over so they could work on it together. Keila would be able to help her find the right chords, which she'd scribbled down on a sheet of paper in the notebook in front of her.

Marceline opened Netflix up on her computer and went straight to Buffy. Her mouse hovered over the episode she got about halfway through last night – season 4, episode 7. She was re-watching the entire thing for the sixth time; she had nothing better to do today.

She pushed her laptop away and stood up, heading downstairs. She headed for the kitchen and rooted around in the cupboards, eventually coming across a can of Dr Pepper in the fridge. She opened it and took a sip, before looking back into the fridge for something to eat, eventually deciding she wasn't hungry. She headed back upstairs and placed her can of soda on her bedside table.

Marceline turned back to her laptop and decided against watching Buffy – instead, she opened her iTunes and shuffled one of the most recent bands she'd gotten into; Explosions In The Sky. She really enjoyed their music. It was instrumental and just generally calming. It was especially enjoyable to listen to when reading; it didn't distract her from the book.

She picked up her reading book – If I Stay – from her bedside table, flicking it open to the page she'd bookmarked. So far, she'd enjoyed it. Particularly all of the music references.

She'd gotten about five minutes of reading done when she heard an annoying noise - Bonnie's friends - from downstairs.

After about ten seconds of the noise downstairs, Marceline's bedroom door burst open and Bonnie walked in, breathing a little heavy from sprinting up the stairs. "Hey! It's past 2PM, I'm sorry I'm late."

Marceline looked at the clock on her bedside table in bewilderment. She hadn't been keeping track of time. "Oh. I didn't realise, but yeah…I guess you can come and hang out with me now."

Bonnie smiled, shutting the door and sitting down on Marceline's bed, still wearing Marceline's leather jacket. Marceline noted how good Bonnie looked – she liked seeing Bonnie in her clothes. "Good. I'm pretty tired out after all the group hanging out."

"What movies did you guys watch?"

"None, actually."

Marceline frowned. Either Bonnie's friends just didn't get round to watching any movies, or Marceline was out of touch with the slang nowadays. "Why did they call it movie day, then?"

"I think they intended to watch movies but just didn't get round to it." Bonnie replied, her eyes resting on the open notebook next to Marceline's legs. She frowned – all she could see from her position was scribbles, so she shuffled closer to it. "What's that?"

Marceline followed Bonnie's gaze and picked up the notebook, examining the messy page. "Oh, just some music. Nothing interesting."

Bonnie scanned over the page, reading whatever was legible. "It's very interesting. How do you know what chords sound good together when you're writing? Do you play your guitar while writing the music?"

Marceline blinked a little in confusion. She really didn't get why Bonnie was so sweet; nobody really took much on an interest in stuff like this before. "I have my guitar to play the chords when I write, but I already know what chords work naturally because of the key."

"What's that?"

"Are you sure you want me to go into this? We'll be here for a while." Marceline said.

Bonnie nodded enthusiastically, shrugging off Marceline's leather jacket and shuffling back on the bed, getting herself comfortable. "Yep. Answer my question."

Marceline sighed, flicking to a fresh page in her notebook. "Okay. Basically, a key is a bunch of notes that work together naturally. Like, for example, the key of C." Marceline wrote a C down on the page. "You work out what the notes in the key are by using a pattern of tones and semitones."

"What are they?" Bonnie asked. "Tones and semitones?"

"A tone is two notes, a semitone is one." Marceline said. "To work out they key, you use this pattern – tone, tone, semitone, tone, tone, tone, semitone." She jotted it down on the page. "So a tone up from C is D."

"That's just one note." Bonnie frowned. "Isn't it?"

"Nope. There's C# in between them." Marceline said. "Anyways, you just use the pattern to work out the key."

Marceline quickly noted down every single note in the key, seemingly without thinking about it at all. Eventually, she had a string of notes written down on the page. C, D, E, F, G, A, B and back to C. Bonnie was amazed by Marceline's knowledge. "It's really cool how you can just do that."

"Been doing it practically my whole life; it's easy for me." Marceline shrugged Bonnie's compliment off. "Basically, what's written down here is a major key. There's always a natural minor key, but we won't go into that. You only really need the major key to figure out the chords."

"And how do you do that?"

"Well, you've got to know which chords are major and which are minor. The 1st, 4th and 5th chords are always major, and the 2nd, 3rd and 6th are minor. The 7th chord is diminished, but we won't go into that." Marceline explained, before pointing to the notes written down with her pen. "Every note written here goes into at least one of the chords. The notes in C are C, E and G. You skip a note in the key every time to get the notes in the chords, if you get me. That's basically it."

Bonnie smiled. "Thanks for answering my question."

"No problem, I guess." Marceline shrugged. "What do you want to do?"

"It's up to you." Bonnie smiled. "Your room, your rules."

Marceline rolled her eyes; Bonnie reminded her of how she used to be like when she was younger. "You're literally twelve year old me."

Bonnie laughed. "Does that mean I'm going to grow up to be a badass punk rocker?"

Unfortunately for her, Marceline was taking a sip of her Dr Pepper and nearly snorted it up her nose due to a sudden outburst of laughter which that statement elicited. She coughed through her laughs, and Bonnie patted her on the back.

"Oh my God, Bonnie," Marceline managed to splutter out. "Badass? Yeah, right."

Bonnie chuckled, although she felt bad for making Marceline choke on her drink. "Well, you are pretty cool, so yeah."

"You've been my friend for nearly two months – surely you've realised I'm not cool." Marceline coughed a few more times, wiping her mouth with the collar of her t-shirt.

Bonnie couldn't help but catch a glimpse of Marceline's toned stomach as Marceline's shirt rode up, and thought, if being a singer in a rock band does that to your body, sign me up. "Well, you're cooler than me."

"Not going to argue with that." Marceline teased, smirking at Bonnie. "Hey, when I met you I figured you'd be popular and like, BFFs with LSP or something. I like you and all your dorkiness."

Bonnie smiled. Somehow, that helped cheer her up. "Thanks, Marcy. I like you and all of your…punk rocky-ness."

"Damn fucking straight you do."

They ended up putting on a Disney movie – Bonnie was honestly surprised by how excessive Marceline's collection of them was, but she didn't comment – and they sat back and relaxed with one another. This was how Bonnie liked to hang out.

Neither of them paid much attention to the film – Marceline because she was gently finger-picking chords on her acoustic guitar, and Bonnie because she was too busy listening to Marceline playing. Bonnie became even more invested when Marceline began humming melodies along with the music she was playing, because really, how could one person be so talented?

"How's the movie?" Marceline asked, looking up at her with a smirk. "Oh, wait. I should probably ask someone who's actually watching it."

Bonnie face flushed to match the colour of her hair. "Shut up. You're distracting."

"I'm not doing anything."

"You're playing music." Bonnie pointed out, gesturing towards the acoustic guitar on Marceline's lap. "Nice music, and it's distracting."

Marceline shrugged. "My room, my rules. The guitar stays. Sorry, Bonnie."

Bonnibel smiled. "Play something for me."

Marceline sighed. She didn't want to play in front of Bonnie – what if she fucked up or if Bonnibel didn't think she was any good? "No."

"Come on!" Bonnie pleaded. "You don't have to sing, just play something. Anything."

Marceline couldn't hold her ground against Bonnie's puppy dog eyes. Usually, the dark haired girl was incredibly stubborn, but she just couldn't deny those innocent blue eyes anything. "Fine. Give me a song."

"Um…do you know any Ed Sheeran? Or Taylor Swift's slower stuff?" Bonnie asked. "Just play anything nice and relaxing."

"Uh…" Marceline frowned in thought, and eventually put her fingers to the strings. "I don't have to sing?"

"Nope." Bonnie smiled. She didn't want to make Marceline do anything that might make her uncomfortable. "Just play."

"Okay." With that, Marceline began playing a familiar tune on the guitar, plucking and strumming the strings simultaneously.

Bonnie frowned in thought. She recognised the song and knew she'd heard it. When Marceline changed chords, Bonnie exclaimed the title. "Give Me Love! I didn't know you liked Ed Sheeran."

Marceline continued playing, but answered. "He's okay. I just learned this song because I liked the guitar in it. I know 'Kiss Me' as well, but that's because it's the same chords as 'A Daydream Away' by All Time Low."

"You're really good at that, Marceline." Bonnie smiled. "I mean it."

"Thanks." Marceline's fingers left the strings and she placed her pick between her teeth. She moved the guitar from her lap and propped it up against the bed, putting the pick on her bedside table. Then, she turned to Bonnie. "There. No more distractions."

Bonnie chuckled. "I actually have to watch the movie now."

"I guess you do." Marceline replied, sliding off the bed and downing the rest of her Dr Pepper. "Do you want anything to drink?"

Bonnie nodded. "Can I come with you?"

"Sure," Marceline replied, and opened up her bedroom door, heading towards the stairs. Bonnie followed Marceline downstairs and watched as Marceline placed her empty Dr Pepper can on the side and then switched the kettle on. "Chamomile tea, I presume?"

"You know me well." Bonnie smiled. "What're you having?"

"Nothing." Marceline said, motioning towards the empty Dr Pepper can. "I just had a drink."

"Why did you offer to make me one, then?" Bonnie frowned. "You know, if you weren't already going to get something?"

"Because I'm nice," Marceline replied, "I know, shocker."

Bonnie chuckled as Marceline sat herself on the counter next to where Bonnie was standing. Bonnibel followed her lead and sat down, smiling. "I already know you're nice, you idiot."

Marceline shot Bonnie a warm smile. "Yeah. In this friendship, you're the mean one."

"Me? Um, I don't think so." Bonnie shot back.

"You literally just called me an idiot. It's the most offensive thing I've ever heard and I do not want to be associated with such foul language." Marceline replied, scooting away from Bonnie on the counter, folding her arms across her chest and looking up at the ceiling with a serious expression on her face.

"Foul language?" Bonnie laughed. "This is coming from you; the girl who uses the f word at least sixty times a day."

"I forget that's a bad word, actually. I'll say it in front of small children and then realise and then be like 'oh fuck,' and then continue to curse until eventually something that's not a variation of 'fuck' comes out." Marceline said. "It just happens. I did stop swearing once, though."

"Whoa, what? You?" Bonnie tried to act as surprised as possible, smirking.

"Yeah. I started swearing when I got into middle school, and then one day I did it in front of Simon and he told me that my Mom hated people who swore so I stopped." Marceline explained. "Then it started again because I realised I don't give two fucks if people have a problem with it. Including my Mom's ghost if she's floating around here."

"Huh," Bonnie bit on her lip in thought. "If my Mom was dead and I swore, she'd come back and wash my mouth out with soap."

"I ran into your Mom at the store." Marceline absently replied. "It was a few days ago."

"She didn't annoy you, did she?" Bonnie asked, as a worse thought crossed her mind. "Oh, she didn't tell you anything embarrassing at all, right?"

Marceline chuckled. "Nah, she just thanked me for coming over to keep you company for a bit on Monday and then asked me if I wanted to come over for dinner one night."

Bonnie's face broke out into a grin. "You should! You could stay over, too! How's next weekend for you?"

Marceline blinked in confusion; she hadn't been expecting the sudden outburst. "Uh…fine, I guess. Saturday night is probably best."

"Good, I'll let my Mom know." Bonnie grinned. "You aren't allergic to anything, are you? My Mom will probably be cooking something. Oh, you aren't vegetarian or anything, right?"

"I'm allergic to garlic."

Bonnie found it hard not to laugh. She found everything that fit into LSP's vampire theory hilarious. "Seriously? Wow."

"I'm joking, you know." Marceline shot Bonnie a look. "You're really gullible. No, I'm not allergic to anything."

"I knew you were joking," Bonnie lied. "That's why I was laughing. Jokes are funny."

"Why did you ask if I was being serious, then?"

"I was saying 'seriously?' to express my contempt at how bad your joke was." Bonnie lied.

"You thought I was being serious, Bonnie. Unlike you, I'm not gullible as hell." Marceline jumped off the counter after noticing the kettle had boiled, and grabbed Simon's box of chamomile teabags out of the cupboard.

"I'm not gullible!" Bonnie exclaimed, exasperated. She hopped off the counter and walked over to Marceline, who was busy making her tea.

"Whatever you say, Bonnie." Marceline didn't sound like she believed a word of Bonnie's protests – which she didn't.

"Bubblegum!" Both Bonnie and Marceline spun around in confusion; Marceline rolling her eyes when she saw Finn and Jake walking into the kitchen.

Bonnie smiled. "Hey guys. What're you doing down here?"

"Getting food. We're watching The Amityville Horror. Want to join us?" Finn asked enthusiastically.

Bonnie cringed. She hated horror films. "I think I'll stay with Marceline."

She watched as Finn and Jake's gazes flicked to Marceline and then they exchanged a look. Marceline noticed none of this, as she was too busy occupying herself with tea-making. "Bonnie, your tea's done."

Bonnie smiled, taking the mug of tea from Marceline. "Thanks. Are you sure you're not going to have one?"

"Nah. I'm not thirsty." Marceline shrugged, although Bonnie saw her gaze flick over to Finn and Jake, who were raiding the fridge. Marceline eyed them suspiciously, before eventually sighing and heading towards the kitchen door.

Bonnie quickly followed, her mug of tea in her hand. "Bye, guys."

"Later, Bubblegum."

"Marceline, stop!" Bonnie exclaimed through a fit of giggles. She squirmed under Marceline's touch, desperately trying to get away from the dark haired girl.

Unfortunately for Bonnie, Marceline had discovered how ticklish she was, and wouldn't leave her alone. Marceline smirked, tickling Bonnie's sides and poking her for a reaction. "Don't think so, Bonnie. Sorry."

Bonnie squirmed away from Marceline and rolled off the bed, landing carefully on her feet. Then, she dug her fingers into Marceline's sides, pouting when she didn't get even a snicker. "You're not ticklish? No fair!"

Marceline just shrugged nonchalantly as Bonnie continued trying to tickle her. "Nice try, but whatever you do won't work."

Bonnie sighed, collapsing back on the bed and scowling over at Marceline. "How are you not ticklish?"

"I am, but only in one place and there's no way in hell I'm telling you that." Marceline said.

Bonnie grabbed Marceline's phone from where it was sat on her bedside table. "Tell me or I'll steal your phone."

"I could always just tickle you and I'd get it back."

Bonnie shook her head. "Nope. Tell me so I can torture you the way you've been torturing me for the past ten minutes."

"Bribing me with torture." Marceline looked at Bonnie like she'd just said the dumbest thing in the world. "That's totally going to convince me to give up my secrets. Nice one, Bonnie."

Bonnibel rolled her eyes and held Marceline's phone above her head. "Tell me and I'll give you your phone back."

Marceline smirked – Bonnie's arms were held up in the air, giving Marceline the perfect opportunity. She tickled Bonnie's sides, and the pink haired girl immediately doubled over, effectively dropping Marceline's phone into her lap. Marceline picked up her phone and waved it in front of Bonnie. "Look at that! I got my phone back."

Bonnie sighed. "And you know I'm ticklish. Great."

"Aw, come on," Marceline smiled, wrapping her arms around Bonnie in a slightly awkward hug, "If it makes you feel any better, I won't tickle you unless a) I want to get information out of you, or b) I just want to annoy you."

Bonnie relaxed in Marceline's arms and looked up at the taller girl. "Thanks, I guess."

"No problem." Marceline smiled, "So what's the plan for Saturday?"

"You'll come round to my house whenever you finish band practice and then my Mom will make us dinner and then we'll have a sleepover," Bonnie listed, "Which will probably consist of us stuffing our faces with junk food."

"Sounds like my kind of party."

"Awesome," Bonnie smiled. "Any particular food requests? Aside from Twizzlers, of course."

Marceline chuckled. "Nah, I think I'll be fine with that."

"I'll make sure to pick some up for you when I go to the store next," Bonnie replied, although a thought came into her mind and she decided to ask Marceline a question, even though Keila had told her she probably shouldn't bring this topic up. "Marceline, why does your ex-boyfriend hit on me whenever I go to pay for something?"

It had happened to Bonnie a few times now, and it honestly made her rather uncomfortable. She didn't like guys and it made her feel awkward getting hit on in general. Ash had actually resorted to calling her a bitch when she ignored him the last time she went to the store.

"He hits on you?" Bonnie couldn't help but notice how angry Marceline seemed by that. "I think I'm going to have to go hit him. I'm sorry, dude. He's like, king douche."

Bonnie waved Marceline off. "You don't need to resort to violence for me. It's fine. It just makes me feel a little weird. I don't like it."

"Don't worry about it. Just tell him to fuck off and he'll go away." Marceline said. "Or, tell him you're friends with me and that I haven't broken any wrists for a while."

"Wait, what?" Bonnie exclaimed, "Broken wrists?"

Marceline looked like she wanted to hit herself. She let out a long sigh, and couldn't bring herself to make eye contact with Bonnie. "Yeah. I got mad."

"Were you still -,"

"Dating him? No. I'd just dumped his sorry ass." Marceline said, quickly adding, "He provoked me, though."

"What did he say?" Bonnie questioned.

"Something about my Mom."

Bonnie could understand why Marceline had gotten angry, but she still didn't think it justified breaking his wrist. "Okay."

"You're scared." It was more a statement than question.

"I'm not. Trust me." Bonnie shot Marceline a reassuring smile and cuddled up to her. "See?"

"You don't think I'm going to lose my temper and like…kill you, or something?"

Bonnie felt her heart break at the surprise in Marceline's voice. "Of course not. You could never hurt me, and I know that. Just like I'll never hurt you."

You're way too good for me, Marceline thought, letting out a shaky breath of relief as she looked down at the pink haired girl who was smiling up at her reassuringly, I just hope you don't ever figure that out.