IMPORTANT: this chapter contains sexual harassment so if that is a trigger for you please don't go any further

it's not too graphic but i just want to be safe :)

to the guest who asked if Marceline slept well without Hambo: I presume you mean in the backstory chapter? yeah, she didn't get any nightmares with the help of Bonnie and Socks :)

Friday 25th April 2014

As the bell rang signalling the end of Bonnibel's last lesson for the day, she sighed. She'd enjoyed being back at school, and was looking forward to completing her homework when she arrived home and then moving onto an experiment about sub-atomic particles. Her weekend was to be spent studying anything else that took her interest.

Or so she thought.

Bonnie closed her History book and picked up her pink backpack from where she'd left it on the floor. She piled her notebook and folder on top of the bulky textbook and began packing them into her bag, aware that most of her classmates had run out the door the second the bell rang, desperate to get to some party that was probably on that night. It was a Friday, after all.

She heard a scoff from next to her. "You know, you're the only person in this entire school that packs up after the bell."

Bonnie looked up at Marceline, who was leaning back on her chair and smirking at Bonnie in amusement. "If you knocked five minutes off of every single lesson which everyone spends packing away, it'd add up. Since September you've probably already lost a few hours of class."

Marceline grinned and began picking at her bitten-down fingernails, leaning further back on her chair. "The less school the better. I bet you're going to be spending the weekend studying."

"I am, actually." Bonnibel replied, reaching out and pulling Marceline's chair so it was back on all four of its legs. "Don't sit on your chair like that. You'll fall and hurt yourself."

"Actually, you're not. We're hanging out," Marceline stated, standing up and grabbing her backpack from the table, "And don't tell me what to do. Punk listens to nobody, motherfucker."

"You're adorable." Bonnie teased, smirking. She stood up and followed Marceline towards the classroom door, "And when was this sudden hang-out session organised?"

"It was organised by me, somewhere in the middle of class between the daydream about the many cats I will have as a grown-up and the one about the flying horse." Marceline replied. Bonnibel shot her a stern look and was about to chide Marceline for not listening in class, and the dark haired girl quickly held her hands up in defence. "Hey, it's not my fault History is boring. I tried to pay attention but my mind ended up wandering."

Bonnie pulled open the classroom door and held it so Marceline could walk through before her. "You need to know the information for the final. It's important that you get good grades."

Marshall – who had been waiting for them – headed over and smirked. "Are you getting another lecture about grades? Damn, Marce. You'd think what Dad tells you would sink in."

"Which one of us has Cs and below in all of their classes?" Marceline raised an eyebrow and smirked as Marshall's face reddened. "And Dad is an insufferable sexist prick. I wouldn't listen to him if he told me to go and get as many new guitars as I liked."

Bonnibel decided to move the conversation off of this topic – she knew it'd make Marceline uncomfortable. "So, what day do you insist on hanging out with me?"

Marceline seemed grateful Bonnie had changed the subject, which she was. She shot Bonnibel a gentle smile and shrugged. "You're saying that like it's a burden to see me. Fine. I won't come over. Have fun being lonely."

Bonnibel rolled her eyes and smiled. "Of course it's not a burden to see you. Are you going to pick a day or just keep being so melodramatic?"

"Sunday." Marceline replied, "Come round on Sunday."

"Okay." Bonnie said. Inwardly, she was grinning in excitement. Even though she loved doing her experiments, she loved hanging out with Marceline even more. "What plans do you have for the night?"

"I'm going to get in my pyjamas, make some popcorn and hang out with Simon." Marceline replied. "I know – wild night for me. I take it you have some weird-ass experiment to conduct?"

"It's not weird. It's an interesting experiment on the properties of sub-atomic particles." Bonnibel said, following Marceline and her brother down the hallway towards the main exit of the school. The crowds of students had begun thinning out – most kids had already set off home or had walked to the bus stop.

Bonnibel wasn't offended by Marceline calling her science 'weird' – she knew her science experiments weren't exactly a normal activity for kids her age, but she was used to the teasing by now.

Marceline paused before pushing the doors open. She didn't understand Bonnibel's science talk. "What the fuck is a sub-atomic particle?"

"It's a particle that's smaller than an atom. You know, protons, neutrons and electrons." Bonnie explained, walking past Marceline as they headed towards the parking lot. "They add up on the atom's shells to balance it out. For example, a hydrogen atom only has one shell and one electron."

Marshall frowned at her. "Didn't you teach me that last time we studied together?"

"Probably. It is on our syllabus, after all." Bonnie pointedly looked at Marceline. "So we should all know it."

Marceline shrugged. "Well, you can just teach me everything the day before the final. Sound good?"

"No, that doesn't sound good. You really should care about your education, Marceline. It's not good that you just don't care. I know you're getting As now, but it's the final that counts." Marceline and Marshall exchanged an eye roll, and Bonnibel glared at them both as she got in the passenger seat of Marceline's car. "I'm serious! Education is important, whether you guys like it or not."

"You're such a nerd," Marceline teased as she started the car up. "You need to chill. I know school is important, 'kay? No need for the fucking lecture."

"If you know school is important, why don't you study?" Bonnie retorted.

"Because it's boring." Marshall said, looking up from his phone. Bonnie caught a glimpse of who he was texting and felt a little smile work its way onto her face – Gumball. "I have better things to do."

Marceline just shrugged as she pulled out of the parking lot and drove away from school. "You won't believe me, but I do study. Just not until May. I mean, there's no point in getting myself all stressed out over finals in January when they're not until June."

Bonnibel sighed. "You wouldn't be stressed out if you started studying in January because you'd already know everything."

"Please," Marceline scoffed. "You study every day, and I bet you're always stressed out around exam period."

"Well, they're exams. Of course I'm going to be stressed." Bonnie said. "My grades are important to me."

"Sure, they're important to you, but they don't define your worth." Marceline replied. She hated the idea that grades were the one of the only things that determine how good a college you got to go to or how high-paid a job you get. She thought it was bullshit. "I mean, Marshall failed music last quarter and that doesn't mean he can't play guitar well."

Marshall frowned. "Hey, don't tell her that!"

"I literally just said you were good at playing guitar. Take the fucking compliment and shut up, asshole." Marceline shot back.

"You're such a fucking bitch." Marshall muttered. "I can't believe Bonnibel puts up with you."

"And I can't believe she puts up with you and your lack of brain cells. You're such a fucking moron." Marceline said. "Besides, Bonnie likes me more."

"She liked me first and she likes me more than you." Marshall stated. "I was her first friend here, so suck on that."

Marceline scoffed. "Shut up. Bonnie's my best friend."

Bonnibel laughed at the arguing twins. She couldn't believe they went from insulting one another using language Bonnie would get her mouth washed out for to fighting over her like five year olds.

Even though Bonnie knew that she liked the twins differently, she spoke up to break up the argument. "Guys, calm down. I like you both the same." If you mean having a crush on one of you and liking the other as a friend means 'the same'.

Marceline frowned and leaned closer to Bonnie, whispering, "You like me more, right?"

"Of course, you dork. You're my best friend." Bonnibel smiled. I just like you a little more than I should.

"Good." Marceline smirked, directing her gaze to the road.

As they pulled up outside Bonnibel's house, the pink haired girl was surprised to see Lady sat on the doorstep, with Jake's car pulled into her driveway. Bonnie frowned as she unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the car door, watching as Lady ran over with Jake following closely behind.

Lady stopped her before she got out of Marceline's car. "Jake is throwing a party tonight. You're coming. Okay?"

Bonnibel frowned. Her friends knew she didn't like parties. "I really don't think that's a good idea. I was kind of hoping for a chilled out evening doing my experiment."

"Come on, Bubblegum!" Jake said, although she could see him shooting Marceline a wary look. "It'll be fun, we promise."

Marshall grinned. "I'm in. I'll get some alcohol on my way there, yeah?"

"Yeah, man." Jake nodded. "It starts at 6PM, my place."

"Be there. I don't want one of my best friends turning into a social recluse." Lady said as she shot Bonnibel a stern look. Then, she noticed Marceline and smiled. "Hi Marceline. You can come too, if you want."

Marceline shook her head. "Nah, dude. Thanks for the offer, though."

Bonnibel was disappointed Marceline didn't decide to come, but she put on a smile nonetheless. "If I get a little overwhelmed by the party, can I call you?"

"Sure." Marceline replied, shooting her a warm smile. "I'll be on standby all night. Have fun with your friends."

Bonnibel smiled, leaning over and pulling Marceline in for a hug. "You're the best. I'll see you later."

"Later, nerd." Marceline smiled as Bonnie pulled away and jumped out of the car, watching until the pink haired girl had made it inside safely. Then, Marceline smiled to herself and pulled away from Bonnie's house, ignoring her brother who was complaining about how she didn't give him time to jump out and get in the front seat.

Inside her house, Bonnibel was ignoring Lady's rambling about what to wear at the party and staring out of the window and thinking about how whenever Marceline's face lit up, everything else just seemed a little bit brighter, too.

Bonnie knew she'd regret going to the party. Her head hurt because of the dull lighting and the high volume of the repetitive pop music everyone seemed to know the words to. Lady and Jake had promised her that there wouldn't be too many people, but it seemed that word had gotten out, and there were even some people there who Bonnie didn't recognise from school.

Her friends had pulled her into a few games of 'Never Have I Ever', and once Cake had announced they were playing Spin the Bottle, Bonnibel had quickly excused herself to the bathroom and never returned. She'd looked in on them, and saw LSP sat in the circle holding hands with Brad, so Bonnie decided it'd be best not to rejoin them – she didn't want LSP to cause a scene.

Bonnie had decided that she'd had enough social time for one night and since she'd left her friends' game, she'd been trying to find a quiet spot so she could call Marceline. Assuming that upstairs would be quieter, she quickly made her way up and away from the headache-inducing noise of the party, walking towards Jake's room. However, as her fingers touched the cold door handle, she could hear some…questionable noises from inside and hurried inside the guest room, which was thankfully empty.

The room was rather spacious – the bed was made to an impeccable standard even Bonnibel couldn't compete with, and it was dimly lit by a little lamp on the bedside table. It had a comforting, homey smell which made Bonnie feel relaxed as sat herself down on the cool sheets. She pulled out her phone and scrolled down her contacts list, eventually landing on Marceline's name. She was about to press the 'call' button, when she heard something which made her insides grow cold.

"Hello, Bonnibel." She looked up to see Ricardio, his beady eyes trained on her with a devilish smirk on his face. "Long time, no see."

Bonnie gulped. The last time she'd run into this guy alone, she'd ended up pinned against a locker against her will. "Uh…hi."

"How are you?" He pushed himself from the door frame and walked over, sitting down next to her so close that their thighs were touching.

Bonnibel shuffled away from him. "I'm fine, thank you. Actually, I came up here for some alone time, if you don't mind -,"

"Surely you want some company," Ricardio interrupted her, "I mean, it's a party. You have to be with other people at a party."

Bonnie wanted to launch into the dictionary definition of the word 'alone', but she simply shrugged, trying to look as casual as possible. "Well, I came up here to have a little break. Everyone else is downstairs."

He shot her that intimidating smirk again. "Would you like me to go and get you a drink?"

Bonnie jumped at the chance to get him to go away. "Yes, please."

He nodded and strode out of the room. "I'll be right back."

Bonnie hurriedly unlocked her phone and dialled Marceline's number. She held it to her ear, impatiently listening to it ringing, until eventually Marceline picked up. "Yo, Bonnie. Bored of the party, then?"

"Yeah. I'm upstairs in the guest room and was about to call you but then Ricardio arrived and he wouldn't leave me alone and I just got him to leave because he asked me if I wanted a drink and I just need you to come as quickly as you can so I can get out of here," Bonnie rambled, "I know that's a lot of information to process but just…hurry, okay?"

"Sure, man. I'll see you in a few." Marceline said. "Hold that Ricardio dude off if he comes back, yeah? I'll be as quick as I can, I swear."

"Okay. Thanks, Marcy. I'll see you in a bit." Bonnie smiled.

"Bye, nerd." Marceline hung up, and Bonnie tucked her phone into her pocket. Now that she'd phoned Marceline, she could head back downstairs and blend in with the crowds to hide from Ricardio.

She made her way towards the door, and as she pulled it open, she sighed. Ricardio had just finished making his way up the stairs with two bottles of beer in hand. He forced one into Bonnibel's hands and almost pushed her back into the guest room by placing his free hand on the small of her back and guiding her forwards.

He sat her down on the bed and perched himself as close as he could to her. She frowned, shuffling away. She really wanted to teach him a lesson in respecting personal space. "So…"

Ricardio smirked. Bonnie assumed it was intended to be attractive, but in reality it just made him look like one of those cartoon supervillains, and she had to admit it intimidated her – he actually seemed quite sinister. "Will you go on a date with me tomorrow, Bonnibel?"

"No." Bonnibel hoped she sounded firm. "I don't date and I don't like you like that. I already told you. I figured getting punched in the teeth by Marceline would put the message in your head."

"Everyone knows you're not actually friends with her." Ricardio scoffed. "Nobody is. If you were really friends with her, you'd hang out with her at school and she'd probably be here right now. You're lying."

"I'm not lying." Bonnibel snapped. Her fists clenched – if Marceline didn't show up to punch him, Bonnie would do it herself. "She's on her way here now and she'll probably do more than just hit you if you don't leave me alone. I'm not interested."

Ricardio held his hands up in surrender. "Okay, fine. Let's just have a drink as friends."

He held up his beer bottle and Bonnie sighed, picking up hers. He tapped his bottle against hers, and Bonnie winced at the high pitched ping as they came together. Bonnibel looked down at the beer, and Ricardio stared at her expectantly as he drank; she really didn't want to drink any alcohol. Sighing, she politely took a gulp and then immediately put her beer down straight after, cringing at the strong, bitter taste. She didn't plan on finishing that and didn't know what she'd liked so much that time she'd ended up drunk.

She caught a small smirk cross Ricardio's face which made her a little uneasy, but she brushed it off. She sat back on the bed and sighed, smoothing out the wrinkles in the sheets from where she'd been sat. "Why are you so interested in me, anyway?"

"Because you're hot."

Bonnibel spluttered. She'd never found herself anything more than average. "I'm…I'm not, and that's not a good enough reason to keep asking someone out. You -,"

Bonnie paused. She'd begun to feel a little dizzy and she could feel a tingling sensation in her toes. Ricardio raised an eyebrow. "Are you okay?"

"I…" Bonnie stood up, her legs stiffer than usual. The room spun, and she staggered, toppling back onto the bed – she felt like she'd just gotten off a spinning ride at a fun fair and she was finding it harder and harder to gather her thoughts. "What's happening? What did you do?"

"Nothing." Ricardio replied. Bonnibel didn't believe him as her legs began tingling and she felt herself lose feeling in her toes. "Just lay down and relax for a minute."

Bonnibel didn't have anything resembling a better plan so she shuffled back on the bed – however all of her limbs seemed much heavier and she found it a difficult task as the pins and needles were now working their way up her legs. She was terrified; she didn't know what was happening to her and she was alone with some guy she didn't exactly trust.

She wanted to cry. She wanted to go home and sit in her familiar bedroom and be away from Ricardio and this party and everyone. She wanted Marceline to comfort her and make everything better.

Ricardio slowly started moving towards her. Bonnibel couldn't move away. "What are you doing?"

With that devilish smirk, his fingers made their way to her shirt. Bonnibel felt a cold sense of dread wash over her like someone had just thrown her into a bathtub full of ice. She couldn't hit him hard enough to push him off her and it took her what felt like everything she had to lift her arms up. Bonnie was crying as she felt him unbutton her pink shirt. She felt the tears running down her cheeks, smudging her makeup, and her body was shaking with sobs. This couldn't be happening.

Ricardio smiled coldly as he moved Bonnibel's pink hair from her face, and the stench of alcohol nearly choked her as he spoke. "Just showing you what you're missing out on."

"Get the fuck off of her."

Bonnibel felt nothing but relief. She was crying, but through the blur of her tears, she could see the outline of Marceline grabbing Ricardio by the back of his shirt and pulling him away from her. "You're not really friends with her."

Marceline ignored the statement. "What did you do to her?"

"Nothing!" He quickly exclaimed.

Bonnie used every ounce of strength she had and struggled to stand up, almost toppling over again. The room was still spinning and she had to hold onto the bed to keep steady. Marceline noticed. "You spiked her drink, didn't you?"

"I…yes."

Bonnie wanted to hit him, but she could barely stand up. She was incredibly happy when Marceline hit him for her and kicked him in the crotch. "That's for fucking with my best friend. Stay away from her."

Bonnibel nearly fell over as she attempted to stagger to the door. She didn't want to be in this room any longer. Marceline grabbed hold of her and held her up, carrying her away from Ricardio, who was on the floor groaning in pain. "Are you okay?"

"No," Bonnibel quickly replied as they made their way into the hallway. She knew she was still crying and she really didn't want Marceline to see her like this, but she was so grateful that Marceline had come. "I'm so scared, Marceline. What did he give me?"

"I don't know, Bonnie. The important thing is getting you out of here." Marceline said. Bonnie flinched back as Marceline's gentle, calloused fingers went to the buttons on her pink shirt. Marceline shot her a reassuring smile as she did the buttons up. "Hey. It's just me, Bonnie. You're okay. He didn't do anything."

Bonnibel shot Marceline a weak smile. "Thank you."

Marceline held onto Bonnibel and half walked, half carried her down the stairs and out of the front door. Bonnie was dizzy and her legs felt numb – so much that she kept almost falling and knocking Marceline over.

"Okay, this isn't working." Marceline said. "Do you want a piggyback?"

"You'd – you'd do that for me?" Bonnie asked, falling against a random car which was parked outside Jake's house.

"Yep." Marceline nodded and leaned down enough for Bonnibel to climb on her back. "Do you think you can keep yourself steady enough to get on?"

"I don't know."

"Just try."

Bonnie did as Marceline said and almost fell on top of her. However, in a sudden burst of strength, Marceline pulled Bonnie up onto her back and started walking down the street.

"I'm not too heavy, am I?" Bonnibel whispered in Marceline's ear.

"You're fine. Besides, I don't need to carry you too far," Marceline said. "Just to my car. Then we can get you home."

"Please don't take me home. My parents will kill me for being at a party." Bonnie begged. "I'm not supposed to go to them, you see. They'll never let me out of the house again."

Marceline let out a conflicted sigh. "Bonnie, they're smarter than me and they'll be able to figure out how long you're going to be like this for."

"I can't go to them, Marceline. I can't." Bonnie whimpered. "They'll kill me."

"Your parents won't kill you, Bonnie. They love you," Marceline assured, "Besides, even if they tried I'd fight them off. I just…we need to know what he gave you, okay?"

Bonnie wanted to argue with Marceline, but logic won out. "Fine. You're just lucky that my Mom is a doctor. Otherwise I would take the wheel of your car and drive us to the hospital myself."

"I did not know that your Mom's a doctor." Marceline replied. "You never told me that. I was just saying we go to your parents because it's quicker than a hospital."

Bonnie shrugged. "I thought I'd mentioned it before, but I guess not. Can we not talk about the stupid situation I've gotten myself into and talk about something else?"

"You didn't do anything." Marceline firmly replied. "None of this is your fault, you know."

"It is." Bonnibel argued. "I should've never drunk anything he gave me. I was such an idiot."

"Shut up." Marceline snapped as she helped Bonnie off of her and leaned her against her car. Marceline dug around in her pockets for the keys, unlocking the door. "Stop calling yourself an idiot. It could've happened to anybody. You're not at fault, okay?"

Bonnie sighed. As much as she didn't want to believe Marceline, she didn't want to argue with her. Marceline had just saved her. "Fine. Can we talk about something else?"

"Sure," Marceline replied, "What do you want to talk about?"

"You. Tell me something happy." Bonnie said as Marceline helped her into the passenger seat of the car. "Something happy from your childhood."

Marceline buckled up Bonnibel's seatbelt and then closed the door, climbing into the driver's side and starting up the car. "Something happy from my childhood? Uh…" Marceline paused in thought as she pulled away from the sidewalk, and Bonnibel hoped it was because there were too many happy things to choose from. "When I first met Simon is pretty happy, I guess."

"Okay, tell the story." Bonnibel smiled.

"Well, when my Dad dropped us off there I was still pretty shaken up, and typically I started crying and like hugging Hambo and stuff and he'd just finished talking to my brother and he came over and he comforted me and told me that he was going to look out for me and stuff. Then he gave me candy." Marceline said. "And I was sold."

Bonnibel grinned. "That's cute. I think if I'd have moved here before high school we would've been instant friends."

"Probably not instant," Marceline said, "But it would've been faster than how we made friends. I was always super quiet so if someone talked to me I got scared and ran away. Plus, you would've been out of my league."

Bonnibel found that hard to believe. Marceline was so attractive that she was out of everyone's league. "I doubt that. You're really pretty."

Bonnie was surprised when Marceline's cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "Thanks, nerd. You are too, which is why you would've been out of my league."

"Are you saying you don't think you were as pretty back then?"

"It was middle school, Bonnie." Marceline said as if it was obvious. "Nobody is pretty in middle school. Except for you, probably."

"Middle school? No way," Bonnibel replied, although she couldn't help but blush at Marceline's compliment. "I was still blonde, I wore my glasses every day even though I only need them to read and I had braces."

"You weren't alone in the glasses club – even though I actually need them because I'm short-sighted as fuck – and I never used to do anything with my hair, and I had acne. Like really bad acne. Ugh," Marceline shuddered at the memory. "Terrifying. Plus, I was on the wider side, if you know what I mean."

"So…you weren't conventionally attractive, but that doesn't mean you were unattractive. You're sweet, and at the end of the day it's personality that matters." Bonnie smiled. "Besides, you play guitar, so you were already at least a 6."

Marceline laughed. "Really? Wow. 6. Thanks, Bonnie."

"I'm not saying you're a 6 now," Bonnie quickly added, "You're like, an 11/10 now."

"Nah, that's you." Bonnibel blushed. Why did Marceline have to say things like that? Did she want Bonnie to have a crush on her? "Like, the first thought that went through my mind when I met you was 'damn she's cute'. The second was 'wait what the fuck why is she coming over here?'."

Bonnibel laughed. Marceline always seemed to be able to cheer her up no matter what. "Aren't you glad I sat next to you, though?"

"Extremely glad." Marceline replied as she pulled her car up in front of Bonnie's house. She unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car, walking around to Bonnie and opening the door. Bonnibel had already managed to undo her seatbelt, and she steadied herself on Marceline as she got out of the car.

Marceline kicked the door shut and locked her car, assisting Bonnibel towards the front door. "Have you got a key?"

"It should be unlocked." Bonnibel replied. She was worried – her Mom would kill her for going to a party.

Marceline tried the door, and luckily, it was unlocked. As per usual, Bonnibel's Mom came out of the lounge to see how Bonnie's night had gone, frowning when she saw Bonnie being supported by Marceline.

"Hi, Mom." Bonnie replied. "This isn't as bad as it looks."

Thankfully, Marceline stepped in. "Someone spiked her drink."

"What? Do you know what with?" Lynn asked. She helped Bonnibel into the living room and laid her down on the sofa.

"No. We were hoping you could help figure that out." Marceline said.

Lynn knelt down next to Bonnibel and smiled gently. "Bonnibel? How do you feel?"

"Numb. It's hard to move. I couldn't think properly at first but in that aspect I'm much better. I'm still a little dizzy." Bonnie said. Sighing, she knew it'd be helpful to tell her Mom it was in alcohol. "It was put in beer but I only had a mouthful to be polite."

"It's lucky that you did only have a little," Bonnie was grateful her Mom didn't comment on the alcohol, but judging by the stern look in her Mom's eye, it was likely to come up later, "Mixing drugs with alcohol makes them ten times more dangerous."

"What do you think it is?" Marceline asked.

Lynn stood up. "Judging by the symptoms, I'd say something like ketamine. We can't know for sure, but it's most likely. The effects should wear off in a few hours since she only had a little bit, which is fortunate as high doses can cause hallucinations."

Bonnibel's eyes widened. "Hallucinations? I don't want to have hallucinations."

Marceline kneeled down next to her. "Don't worry, Bonnie. Your Mom said only high doses. You didn't have a high dose. You'll be okay."

"Will you stay over tonight?" Bonnie quickly asked. "You know, just in case. We can hang out tomorrow instead of Sunday."

Marceline knew she had band practise the next day, but nodded. "Okay. I just have to go and get my stuff."

Bonnibel nodded. "Okay. I love you."

"Love you too." Marceline replied. "I'll be back soon."

"I can't believe you went to a party and didn't say anything, Bonnibel." Lynn said as she laid Bonnie down on her bed. "And you drank alcohol."

"I had a mouthful," Bonnibel corrected, "I wouldn't have had anything more. I knew you'd act like this."

"Bonnibel, if Marceline hadn't have been there, god knows what would've happened to you!" Her Mom exclaimed. "You should've told me."

"You wouldn't have let me go," Bonnie replied. Truthfully, she didn't really want to go in the first place, but her friends wouldn't have shut up about it if she hadn't made an appearance. "You don't need to worry – I'm never going to another party again. No way."

"I never thought I'd have to do this," Lynn sighed, "You're grounded for two weeks. I'll let you have Marceline over tonight but you can't see any of your friends until you're not grounded and no science experiments. You can study for school but you can't do any experiments of your own interest."

"Mom! You can't do that," Bonnie argued. "I've been planning an experiment all week!"

"You'll just have to wait until you're not grounded anymore." Lynn replied. "That's final."

"I can't believe you're grounding me for getting a drink spiked." Bonnie muttered.

"I'm not. I'm grounding you for lying to me about where you were going." Lynn quickly retorted. "You told me you were going to Lady's for a girl's night, but instead you went to a party."

Bonnie sighed. She couldn't exactly argue with that. "I'm sorry."

"I'm just grateful Marceline was responsible enough to bring you home. I hope you thanked her."

Before Bonnibel could reply, there was a knock on the bedroom door and it pushed open to reveal a very uncomfortable looking Marceline. "Is this a bad time?"

Lynn headed towards the door. "No. I was just leaving."

Marceline watched as Lynn went downstairs, before she slipped into Bonnie's room and closed the door. She walked over to Bonnibel's bed and laid down next to Bonnie, shooting her a comforting smile. Bonnie couldn't help but feel a little better. "Hey. Are you feeling any better?"

Bonnibel pushed herself closer to Marceline – it took a lot of effort, but she got there. "A little."

"You're upset because your Mom is mad at you, aren't you?" Marceline raised an eyebrow.

Bonnibel shrugged. She let out a long sigh and nodded. "Honestly? Yeah. It's just, she's never grounded me before."

"You got grounded?" Marceline laughed. "Wow. There's a once in a lifetime event."

"Shut up." Bonnie muttered. "I bet you've been grounded loads of times."

"I think you're forgetting that I don't leave the house. Grounding me doesn't exactly have an effect." Marceline joked, before she noticed the upset frown on Bonnibel's face. "Bonnie, getting grounded once isn't the end of the world. Chill."

"I guess you're right." Bonnie murmured. She rested her head on Marceline's shoulder and sighed. "I know you're usually the little spoon, but – just for tonight – could I -,"

"You don't even need to ask, dork." Marceline responded, putting an arm around Bonnie. "C'mere."

"Thanks, Marcy. You're the best," Bonnibel murmured, "I bet you think I'm really stupid for getting my drink spiked, don't you?"

"I think you're the smartest person on the planet." Marceline replied, giving Bonnie a gentle squeeze. "Getting your drink drugged by some fuckboy doesn't change my opinion. It could've happened to anyone."

Bonnie frowned. "Has it ever happened to you?"

"No," Marceline replied. "I accidentally ate a pot brownie once, though."

Bonnibel laughed, looking up at Marceline in amusement. "Story, please."

"Alright," Marceline's chest rumbled with laughter at the memory, "Well, I was fourteen and it was the second party I'd ever been to, and Keila had gone somewhere so I was just strolling around when some guy offered me a brownie and because I'm a dumbass I took it. Needless to say, that didn't end well. I ended up stoned and Keila had to take me home and explain what happened to Simon."

"How did he take it?" Bonnie couldn't imagine Simon being relaxed about things like that.

"He freaked out and said I wasn't allowed to any parties ever again," Marceline replied, "He forgot about that pretty quickly but he gets a little wary when I go to them, even though I've assured him I'm never going to take brownies from strangers again."

Bonnibel giggled. "That cheered me up. Thanks."

"I do a lot of stupid things, so if you ever need a pick me up there are plenty more stories where that came from." Marceline smiled. "Like the time I rode my bike into a streetlight and cracked my head open."

"You were okay, right?" Bonnie looked up, concerned.

"No, I died." Marceline sarcastically responded. "Yeah, I was fine. I had to go to the hospital and got stitches but after that I was okay."

"Good." Bonnie smiled. "I don't like thinking about you hurt."

"Right back at you." Marceline said.

"You cheered me up a lot, you know." Bonnibel replied. "How do you do that? You're really great at it."

"Well, usually I just say stupid things and hope for the best." Marceline stated. At Bonnie's eye roll, she laughed, but continued, "No, I try to keep the person's mind off whatever is making them sad and then they usually feel better."

"I'll keep that in mind." Bonnie smiled. "Thanks, though. For everything."

"It's no big deal, dude. You're my friend," Marceline said, "If people fuck with my friends, they've got to deal with a very angry me."

"I'm so glad I talked to you." Bonnie murmured. "I love you."

"I love you too, Bonnie."

As Bonnie laid there, all snuggled up and safe next to Marceline, she couldn't help but think about how lucky she was to have a friend as wonderful as Marceline.

She just hoped her stupid crush wouldn't get in the way of that.