Should I change the point a view sometime to capture Marcelines feelings? I feel like I havent done enough of that. I wanted to make this chapter in her POV but voted against it.


Finally, it was Friday. I worked every day this week, which I normally don't do but I needed the money. Tree Trunks told me to take the weekend off and I thanked her. I was relieved actually; I really needed the break so I could study. I walked out of the café and Marceline was waiting for me like always.

"Hello, Bonnibel." She smiled, walking up to me.

"Guten Tag, Marceline." She looked at me with a confused look, not realizing I spoke German. "Oh, sorry. It's Good day in German." Marceline laughed, and we started on our walk home. Marceline has walked me home every day this week, which was a nice change in my normal routine before we met. I enjoyed her company and I sure hoped she enjoyed mine. It seemed like it at least. We arrived at our destination and before I could thank her, she turned to face me.

"Do you work tomorrow? I know it's a Saturday and all, just curious."

"No actually, I got the weekend off so I could study." She seemed kind of disappointed when I said I was going to be studying. She smirked, and then nodded.

"Okay then. See you later Bonni." She gave me her toothy smile then continued on her way to where ever she was going. I unlocked my door, stepping inside. Sigh. I had actually hoped we could hang out this weekend; I wanted to get to know Marceline more. I felt like I haven't been able to get to know her that well on our short walks, like I had so much to learn about her still.

I stripped down into my undergarments, slipping on a pair of pink pajama pants and the black band shirt Marceline had given me early this week. It stilled smelled like her. I grabbed my book off my desk, laying in bed and read until I fell asleep.

I awoke the next morning to a loud thumping on my door. I glimpsed at my clock that read 8:34. It's eight in the morning, who could that possibly be? Whoever it was, they knocked once more. I crawled out of bed, and made my way to the door. I reached for the door knob and turned it, opening the door slowly. I felt my stomach doing back flips and my heart skip a beat when the person was revealed.

"Marceline... what the hell are you doing here?" I rubbed my eyes and quickly tried fixing my hair. She looked down at the shirt I was wearing then smiled.

"Cute shirt." She winked. " I thought I could save you from a day of studying and actually spend some time with you."

"You couldn't have called first? It's eight in the morning Marcy." I gave up trying to fix my hair, bed head was the worse. I felt myself blush from the embarrassment.

"What can I say, I'm an element of surprise. Spontaneous." She laughed, and I admit so did I. She was rather spontaneous, and that's one thing I really liked about her. "May I come in?"

"Huh? Oh, right. Yes please come in." I moved out of her way so she could come in. When she walked passed I noticed a crimson axe on her back. "What's that?"

"I'm an axe murderer, remember?" We both laughed in unison. "Nah, it's my Axe Bass, you like?"

"It's cool. Um… would you mind if I showered real quick?"

"Go right ahead, mind if I wait on your couch?" I giggled then nodded towards her. I made my way towards the bathroom, stripped down and turned on the shower. Once I was finished washing my hair I turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around me, I noticed a beautiful sound coming from the living room. She was playing her bass, and singing. My jaw dropped in awe when I heard her play.

I feel like nothing was real until I met you

I feel like we connect and I really get you

If I said you're a beautiful girl

Would it upset you?

Because the way you looked today, Silhouetted

I'll never forget it

Was she singing about me? I felt my body get hot, as if all the blood was rushing to my face.

Oh, Ohhh Bonnibel.

Your pink has touched my heart

Good glob, she was singing about me. It was absolutely beautiful. I hurried up and got dressed and walked out into the living room unnoticed by the singing girl.

Oh, Ohhh Bonnibel

I won't let anything in this world

Keep up apart

Marceline stopped singing but continued to strum her Crimson axe. I felt like that was a good time to make my presence known.

"I didn't know you could sing that well."I saw Marceline's face turn completely red, it almost matched her bass.

"H-How long have you been standing there?" She was flustered and hid her face from embarrassment.

"Long enough." I smiled and made my way over to her, taking a seat next to her. "Play me another song?" I could tell she was nervous. Marceline hesitated, protesting if she should or not, but she started strumming her axe letting the words flow from her mouth.

Daddy, why did you eat my fries?

I bought them, and they were mine

But you ate them, yeah you ate my fries

Marceline started laughing not being able to continue to play. I just giggled along with her as she smiled up at me.

"Sorry, I'm still really mad that he ate my fries man." She said still laughing.

"I'll buy you some fries then." We laughed together then I finished getting ready. I changed into a purple sweater and a pair of my pale, pink jeans. We both then headed out the door around 9:30, and we spent the entire day together.


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