heeeyy...how yall been doing?

Well, I'm back. kind of. this story has been on hiatus far too long and I'm so sorry about that. life has been whack, been depressed, lost all motivation to write anything. lately I've been on a huge writing kick and I think im going to continue all of my unfinished fics! I've writted 2 more chapters for Infectious, but im having issues with connecting my computer to wifi so i cant post them. its frustrating.

i wrote this via mobile so I'm sorry if the formatting is off, but enjoy! i do plan on writing more, dont worry. I wont leave you hanging for another 5 years hehe

Bonnibel glared down the red head that was standing on the other side of the table. Finn and Jake assisted in resetting the table, filling the red cups with alcohol and placing them in their positions.

"Hey, are you sure you want to do this Bon-Bon?" Marceline placed a hand on her girlfriends shoulder with genuine worry in her voice. "You told me earlier you didn't want to drink and-"

"Yep." Bonnibel shrugged her girlfriends hand off her shoulder, furrowing her brows and not breaking eye contact with Flare. She gripped onto the tiny ball before throwing it and missing, almost -and totally accidently- hitting Flare in the face.

The game was short but somehow very intense, the entire room felt the tension between the two girls. Bonnibel only managed to get a few balls in, meanwhile Flare barely missed any. By the end Bonnibel was beyond drunk and almost tripping over her own feet. Well, she did actually trip, falling face first into the rug. Rain had quickly run up to the pink woman, helping her up to her feet.

"Whoa there, Bonnibel, are you okay?" Rain helped her get to her feet, noticing a stream of blood start to drip out of Bonnibels nose. Marceline was quick to move, standing on the other side of her girlfriend with tissues in hand, ready to clean the large amount of blood that was dripping down her girlfriends face.

"Here, let me help you." Marceline went to wipe away the warm red liquid. Bonnibel did nothing but frown and swat Marcelines hand away.

"Rain, can you help me to the bathroom to clean up?" She snatched the tissues from the taller womans hand, whiping away the blood that dripped down to her chin. "Marceline can stay here with her new side peice." The alcohol in Bonnies system was making her bold, and angrier at the woman. Rain just nodded and guided her friend to the bathroom, making sure to shut the door behind them.

The rest of the party gooers stood there in shock, still trying to register what the hell just happened. Marceline looked down to the droplets of blood on the floor, balling her fists up in anger. She felt her chest get tight as her heart sunk into her stomache. She wanted to scream and cry at the same time, did Bonnibel really just say that to her? Did she not trust her? After all they've been through together for the last 6 months? Was her girlfriend really willing to throw everything away because she was jealous?

Without another word, Marceline stormed outside, collapsing on the porch stairs. She was way to drunk to walk home, but she needed to be far away from here as possible. The tears forced their way down her pale cheeks as she hid her face in her hands. She was so lost in her own thoughts, she hadn't heard the door open and close, barely noticing the figure taking a seat next to her. Marceline looked up and over, seeing the red headed girl who started this all sitting next to her.

"You don't have feelings for me, do you?" Marceline asked without thinking, peering over at Flare. She stayed silent as she furrowed her brows as if considering what to answer with.

The internship, pheobe. Think about your career, think about Ash.

"I do." Flare finally responded, sinking in defeat as she lied to Marceline. Marceline threw her head back, cringing to herself as it all came crashing down on her. Bonnibel was right, Flare had feelings for her. She wanted to run back inside to apologize for everything to her girlfriend, but hesitated. So what? Did her girlfriend not trust Marceline? The dark haired woman frowned to herself as she looked over at the redhead.

"I'm sorry Flare, but I dont feel the same way. I'm in love with Bonnie, she means the world to me."

I'm a terrible person, i'm a terrible person. Flare cringed to herself, but relaxed when she thought about the internship once more. She'd do anything for that. Anything.

And without thinking, Flare closed the gap between them and kissed Marceline.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Marceline quickly pushed the redhead away as she turned around, seeing her crying girlfriend with the front door open, standing there like an idiot. "We're done." Bonnibel pushed past the two still sitting on the stairs. She started down the sidewalk as she felt a hand around her wrist, pulling her back.

"Bonnie, it's not- she kissed me i didnt-" Marceline begged. "Please don't leave me."

"Get off of me, Marceline." Bonnie tugged her arm, pulling it away from Marcelines grip. She turned back around and continued her stride, Marceline quick to match her pace.

"Bonnie please listen to me, I don't like her, she kissed me!" Marceline tried getting infront of her girlfriend- well, now ex girlfriend. "I pushed her away!"

"I don't care, Marceline. This entire time I've been trying to tell you, and you never listened to me. You gaslit me, making me feel like i was crazy!" Bonnibel stopped walking, throwing her hands up in frustration. "I don't care if you do or don't like her, I care about you listening to me!" Bonnie yelled in frustration, her whole body felt hot, like it was going to catch on fire. Her entire world was crashing around her, she just wanted to go home and cry.

"Bonnie, please, I-" Marceline grabbed the shorter womans hand, attempting to lace their fingers together, failing in the process. Bonnibel pulled away once more and continued walking.

"I don't care anymore, Marceline. You can get your stuff out of my apartment when I'm at work. We're done." And with that, Bonnibel left her now ex-girlfriend standing there in shock. Marceline cried out for Bonnibel once more, only to get ignored.

Marceline didnt know what else to do. She stood there in the street crying for what felt like hours before pulling out her phone from her picket. She stared longingly at the photo of her and Bonnibel on her lock screen. She took a deep breath as she unlocked her phone, settling on her best friends name, and pressing call.

"Marmaid? What's up? I thought you were at a party?" The line only rang once before Keila answered with concern.

"Keila I- can you come pick me up? Im too drunk to drive and I need to get out of here." Marceline tried keeping it together, letting out a sniffle and sob between her words.

"Send me the address, ill be there in 15."

It's okay to hate me. disapear for many years, leaving unfinished works, just to come back and hit you right in the gut. oops.