Hey! I'm still on vacation, but I had the time so I thought i'd go ahead and post this chapter. Guess what? Its the longest chapter yet with a total of 2678 words! (minus these ones of course)

Anywho, i'm still on vacation for another week or two, so dont except anything until afterwards.

BY THE WAY The song in this chapter is an acoustic version of "Fallin for You" by Colbie Caillat.


Marceline's POV: 3 years ago when she was 18.

"Ash!" Glob, where the hell was he. I told him to be waiting for me back at the apartment but he's not even here. It's our anniversary today and he is late. Typical. Sometimes I wonder why I'm even still with this asshole. I should call him, but he may not answer.

As I started to find his name in my contacts, I heard the sound of keys and the door opening. "Ash?"

"Yeah babe? I was out with my bros. Did you need something? Glob, I'm hungry. Can you make me some food? Cheese sandwich maybe?" She said as he took a seat on the couch, propping his feet up on the table. Are you kidding me?

"Don't tell me you forgot." I stated, slightly pissed off.

"Forgot what, babe? Seriously though I'm starving, sandwich, where is it?" He turned on the TV, switching through channels until he finally decided on a crime movie.

"It's our damn anniversary! Where have you even been all day!" I threw my hands up in frustration, my face turning red from anger.

"Oh, sorry babe. Didn't think it was a big deal. I was at the pawn shop with a bro. Get this, you know that teddy bear you had? Hamburger or something? It was so old it was worth lots of cash! Traded it in for this cool looking wand thing." He pulled a wand-type looking stick out of his pocket and twirled it around as if he was performing a spell.

"You sold Hambo for a stupid fucking stick! Ash what the hell! You know Simon gave that to me as a kid and it meant a lot to me!" I felt a tear escaping my eye. I was beyond mad. How dare he! I wasn't even thinking about how he forgot our anniversary now, Hambo was way more important than some stupid day that obviously means nothing to him.

"So? You're 18, you don't need a stupid stuffed monkey or whatever the hell that thing was. Back to my hunger though, can you make me some food now?" He leaned his head back and groaned.

"You have got to be kidding me! Fuck you, Ash. I don't need this anymore. I'm so done." I balled my hands up into a fist, needing to punch something.

"Ah come on, babe. Don't be like that." Ash lifted himself from the couch, walking over to me with his arms out.

"No. Get out." I shut my eyes turning away from him, a tear escaping my eye.

"Babe come on." He put his arms around my waist.

"Get out! Now!" I pulled myself away from his grip, pointing towards the door. Ash took a few steps back, mumbled some profanity then walked out the door, taking his damn stick with him.

Bonnibels POV: Present time.

I had just finished eating dinner when I glimpsed over at the clock that read 6:34. Marceline was going to be here soon, I should probably start getting ready. I cleaned of my dirty plate, setting it in the drying rack to dry. I walked down the hallway to my room, opening up my closet to decide what to wear. I'm going to a concert; I shouldn't wear anything too… pink. That was a problem though; I don't have any dark clothing. Well, besides that band t-shirt Marceline had given me. Right! I can wear that. I slipped on the black shirt, and started examining my pants. Pink, purple, white, pink, blue… Gah this was harder than I thought. I decided to go with my blue jeans. I slipped them on, then grabbing a pair of my pink converse. That, I really couldn't get away from wearing.

I made my way to the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. My hair, what should I even do with that. I ran my fingers through my pink locks, then decided to just tie it up in a pony tail with my bangs drooping over my eyes. I didn't know if I should put on makeup, so I just voted against it. I looked up at myself once again, sighing. Did I look alright? I hope so.

I heard a knock on my door before I could decide to change anything. I made my way to the front door, opening it to reveal a lovely tall Marceline. She had been wearing a purple and black plaid shirt, Black paints that had been torn at the knees, suspenders hanging down, and a pair of black boots. I started to blush, Marceline looked fantastic, and I looked terrible. She gleamed down at me and smiled.

"You ready to go, Bon Bon?"

"Sure am, I think. Do I look alright?" I replied, worrying.

"You look great sweetie." She smiled down at me, taking my hand and walking out the door. I looked around and noticed there wasn't a car in sight.

"Where's your car?" I asked confused.

"Who said anything about a car?" We stopped in front of a shiny black motorcycle. Glob dangit, she had a motorcycle? I should've guessed.

"You… have a motorcycle." I looked up at her. I was panicking because I never have ridden a motorcycle before, and honestly I was scared to even get on one.

"Guess I should have mentioned that, huh? It doesn't scare you does it?" We made eye contact; I could see that she was slightly worried.

"No… I mean, I just… I've never been on one before." She helped me on the seat, then handed me a black helmet.

"Put this on, then just hold onto my waist tightly. When I turn just move with the bike, alright?" I nodded in response, fitting the helmet on my head. I struggled a bit with the chin strap but Marceline noticed and helped me. She took her seat in front of me and I wrapped my arms around her waist. She turned on her motorcycle, engines roaring. At the rev of an engine, we took off.

The ride to our destination was short. I'm not sure if it was because of Marceline's speed, or if it was because the bar wasn't that far away. All I know is I was wishing it was longer because I really liked being this close to Marceline, holding onto her like this. I felt safe, even if she was a little reckless with her driving.

Upon arriving to our destination, I look at the buildings name. It was called The Nightosphere. I myself thought that was a very clever name. Sounded cool, and typical for a bar. I let go of my hold on Marceline's waist, and took off the helmet I had been wearing. As Marceline got off herself, she turned to face me.

"I've gotta go prepare for the show, go ahead in order a drink or something, we start in 15, okay?" She leaned down and kissed me. Every time she does my stomach does back flips.

"Alright, I can't wait. You will be amazing!" I smiled up at her, giving her a tight squeeze before walking inside. I walked through the front doors with a ring of a bell. I examined the place, noting small things. The walls were a shade of red, almost as if looking like they were on fire. The people weren't very diverse, mainly punks and bikers. I look around more before finding a seat at the bar. I ordered a cherry Cola, considering I was underage to get any adult beverages. I am only 19 after all. Taking a sip from my glass, I notice a man take a seat next to me. He had a white Mohawk that dropped over his one eye. He was wearing a plain black shirt with the sleeves ripped off, and black skinny jeans. I noticed him looking at me.

"May I help you?" I didn't want to sound rude, but his kind of creped me out a bit.

"Sorry, I'm not trying to be creepy or anything. Just thought you were cute." The corner of his mouth moved upward.

"Um, thanks…" I took another sip of my drink before turning around to face the stage.

"I'm Ash." He put out his hand. Assuming he was looking to shake my hand, I shook his.

"Bonnibel." I studied his face a bit, he looked about mid twenties, and his ears were pointed at the tip.

"You here for the band playing tonight? Marceline and the Scream Queens?" Small talk. I hated small talk; it made things so awkward in my opinion.

"Yeah, Marceline wanted me to come tonight."

"Ah, you're friends with the famous Marceline." He looked me up and down and settled his eyes on my shirt. "I see you're wearing one of her old shirts." He sighed, making eye contact with me. "She invited me here for some odd reason. Guess you've heard about me?" I tilted my head, trying to remember if Marceline has ever mentioned anyone named Ash. Wait, how did he know I was wearing Marceline's shirt?

"Not that I recall. I don't think she's ever mentioned you." He looked surprised. Leaning back in the bar stool against the counter, he looked up at the ceiling.

"Her and I used to date." Now, that I was not excepting. Why would Marceline invite one of her exes here, knowing I would be here too? Honestly this made me a little mad. I was curious though, not that I was jealous or anything.

"What happened between you two?" I tried asking without trying to sound invasive.

"About three years ago, I think, we had this dumb fight over a stupid teddy bear or some shit, and she got mad and kicked me out. I haven't spoken to her since, but I've heard rumors going around about her. Turns out after she dumped me, she turned into a huge player and slept around with a bunch of women. Typical of her though." He snorted to himself, looking down at his now empty beer bottle. He ordered another one then continued his story. "3 years, I haven't heard from her and now she suddenly contacts me telling me to be here tonight. Maybe she has come to her senses and wants me back. I knew she couldn't stay away from this dick for too long." He gestured down to his penis, then laughed again. That comment made me furious, but as soon as I opened my mouth to say something I heard a soothing voice come from the stage.

"Welcome, ladies and gents! We are Marceline and the Scream Queens!" Marceline said as she lifted her hands up in the air. They began to play their first song for the night, and I tried to listen, but one thought just kept ringing through my head. She turned into a huge player and slept around with a bunch of women. Was this true…? Was I just one of these girls she was going to throw to the street once she was done and bored? Ugh, how could I have let my guard down like this? I should've known. Nobody ever moves this fast with a person if they aren't trying to get in their pants.

My thoughts kept angering me. I looked over at Ash, who was staring at Marceline. I then made eye contact with Marceline, who winked at me then finished up the song they were playing. After a few moments of cheering and silence from the band, Marceline began to speak.

"Occupants of The Nightosphere, many of you don't know this, but I am in a wonderful relationship with a beautiful girl." A few people in the crowd whistled. "Her name is Bonnibel, and she's sitting right over there." She pointed straight at me, then I could tell she noticed Ash by how her eye twitched. "Bonnibel, the reason I left so early this morning was because I had to finish writing this song so I could play it tonight." She smiled at me, and I began to blush. No, stop it Bonnibel. I'm trying to be mad at her for not telling me she was a damn player. That's all this was, wasn't it? "Anyways, since I just finished with the lyrics today, it's still only acoustic. But it's for my beautiful girlfriend, Bonnibel." She smiled at me once again, then frowned at the sight of Ash again. I then looked over at Ash who had been starring at me, almost with disgust. Marceline began strumming her acoustic guitar, and then began to sing.

I don't know but I think I maybe

Fallin' for you dropping so quickly

Maybe I should keep this to myself

Waiting till I know you better

I am trying not to tell you

But I want to

I'm scared of what you'll say

So I'm hiding what I'm feeling

But I'm tired of holding this inside my head

I've been spending all my time

Just thinking about you

I don't know what to do

I think I'm fallin' for you.

I felt the knots in my stomach tighten, my face growing redder with every word she sings. Does she really feel this way?

I've been waiting all my life and now I found you

I don't know what to do

I think I'm falling for you

I'm falling for you.

As I'm standing here and you hold my hand

Pull me towards you and we start to dance

All around us

I see nobody

Here in silence

It's just you and me

No, what if this is just one of her tricks to pick up women? What if she's written songs about all the girls she has 'dated'? Ugh, Marceline. Why do I even believe what this random guy is even telling me? I don't even know him. Sigh, what should I believe?

As Marceline finished her song, I noticed people staring at me, including Marceline herself. Was I supposed to do something? She smiled at me, then setting her guitar down.

"That was our last song for tonight folks, we will be back next week!" The crowd then cheered as Marceline and her band mates got off the stage. She said her goodbyes then made her way towards me. Should I say something to her? I mean, Ash was gone now and I don't think she noticed that I even spoke to him. I should just keep quiet for now; I don't want to ruin the night. I mean it was sweet of her for writing that beautiful song, but then again… it could just be one of her 'moves' to get in my pants. Ugh.

"Shall I take you home, darling?" She put out her arm. I nodded then took her hand and we left. The whole ride home I couldn't stop thinking of how to approach the subject. Even if she is just toying with me, she still is really sweet. Sigh. I should just keep quiet and wait this out until I notice anything wrong. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.

We arrived at my apartment and Marceline walked me to my door. She pulled me into her arms, hugging me tight. I held onto her, appreciating the hug. Even if she was playing with me, at least she pretended to like me. Yet again that is really bad to do.

"Hey Bonnie? I was thinking. Maybe after you get off work tomorrow, I could take you on a date? A proper date. Like out to dinner?" I looked up at her, slightly shocked.

"Of course. I get off work at six tomorrow anyways, just meet me here around seven…?"

"Seven it is." She leaned down and kissed me goodbye. I watched her as she drove off into the horizon on her bike, not really enjoying seeing her drive away. I made my way inside, stripping out of my clothes and slid into bed with only one thing on my mind. Marceline.

Needless to say I didn't get much sleep that night.


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