Redoing this because it uploaded all weird? I don't know, but sorry! Hope this works out better. OH! And sorry for such a long wait guys. I got a new computer and I have yet to get microsoft word on it. It may be awhile. I managed to borrow a computer for a bit and finish this chapter and get it out for you guys.
Those of you who follow Thank you, Neighbor, i am not sure when I will be updating. Since so many people wanted me to continue it I have to go back and create a new character sheet and figure out a plot line and stuff, it may be awhile. If you have any questions you can find my tumblr on my profile or just PM me! Anyways, here is chapter 14, enjoy.
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Marceline and Bonnibel finally arrived back home, where they had finally thought they could be alone once again. Marceline pushed open the wooden door realizing she had forgotten to lock it. She stepped inside with a pink girl trailing behind her as she hung her keys up on the hook near the door. She spun around to face Bonnibel who only just made it in the door and softly smiled down at the girl. With a warming smile in return, Marceline leaned her head down and gently kissed her girlfriend, placing her long fingers on the back of her neck. The pink girl stood up on her toes allowing better access to her girlfriends mouth, kissing her back deeply. She wrapped her pinkish arms around the paler girls waist, attempting to pull her closer before her back was pressed up against the now closed door. They both smiled into their passionate kiss as Marceline trailed her hand underneath her girlfriends shirt and gently rubbed the soft skin underneath her bra. She felt the girls belly tighten under her cool hands.
Marceline had just slid her tongue into Bonnibels mouth when there was a husky cough heard from only a few feet away. She quickly spun around, gently pulling Bonnibel behind her. She was met with a man in his undergarments that included a pair of striped boxer shorts and a white tank top, holding what she assumed was a bowl of cereal.
"D-Dad?!" Marceline blushed furiously, realizing he probably saw the advances she was making on her girlfriend. "W-What the- why are you still here!?" She looked to the side, avoiding making eye contact with her father.
"All the nearby hotels were uh, full, so I thought I could, uh... crash here for the night." Hunson stuttered. "But I can see that... probably wasn't the best of ideas." Bonnibel, feeling just as embarrassed as Marceline, quickly made her way up into Marcelines room without a glance back at her girlfriend or Hunson. With a groan, Marceline pressed her back against the door, hiding her eyes with her hand.
"Cock-blocked by my dad twice today, great." She mumbled to herself, hoping the man in question didn't hear her.
"What did you say?"
"Uhm, nothing. Just, put some pants on will you?" Marceline pushed herself off the door, making her way up the stairs to her own bedroom.
"So uh, I can stay?" Hunson quizzed, almost surprised his pissed off daughter didn't kick him out into the streets. Marceline just sighed, ignoring him and made her way into her bedroom where she saw a beautiful Bonnibel laying in her bed, reading some lyrics she wrote down the other day.
"These are really good, Mar." She half whispered, smiling up at the raven-haired girl.
"I know, I wrote them." Marceline laughed, taking a place next to the girl In pink. "Hey Bonnie..?"
"Yes, Marcy?"
"Can you... stay the night tonight? I don't really want to be alone. Especially not with my dad downstairs."
"I thought I was going to anyway, you didn't need to ask." Bonnibel smiled, kissing Marceline on the corner of her mouth. "Mind if I get changed into my pajamas?"
"I'd perfer if you got changed into nothing but hey, pajamas work too." Marceline smirked, puckering her lips expecting a kiss in return.
"Don't be so distasteful, and it's your birthday, shouldn't you be the one in the birthday suit?" Bonnibel giggled, ignoring the kiss invite from her girlfriend as she got up to rummage through Marcelines drawers for clothes.
"Oh my, Bonnibel, did you just make a dirty joke? Man, I am a bad influence on you." Marceline laid down, watching as her girlfriend stripped her clothes off.
"Oh hush, and stop watching me undress."
"Nah." Bonnibel clicked her tongue at her girlfriend, sliding on a shirt that wasn't hers, but was claiming it for the night. She slipped off her pants so she was just wearing a shirt and undies. She took a seat on top of Marceline, forcing her to sit back up so she was straddling her lap. Planting a soft kiss on Marcelines forehead, she wrapped her arms around the girl underneath her, hugging her tightly.
They sat there for what felt like hours just holding onto one another, completely forgetting about the movie they planned to watch.
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Marceline slowly opened her eyes before closing them abruptly when the sun burned her eyes, almost hissing at the rays. Ugh, did I forget to close the blinds? She looked around the room, noticing a rather adorable pink haired lady snoozing on her chest. 'We must've fallen asleep' she thought.
Marceline ran her fingers through her girlfriends pink locks, Bonnibel peacefully awakening by the gentle contact.
"Good morning, cutie." Marceline whispered, smiling down at the sleepy girl. Bonnibel scrunched up her nose, which Marceline found absolutely adorable.
"Did you make pancakes?" Bonnibel mumbled, taking a whiff of a smell Marceline has yet to notice.
"You're laying on top of me, how could I possibly have gotten up to make pancakes?"
"Then why do I smell them?" Bonnibel pouted, scrunching up her nose again.
"I... uh." Marceline wondered for a moment. Why was there the scent of pancakes filling the air? "I'd hate to ask this of you, because you're cute as hell and I enjoy you being on top of me, but could you get up? I need to go see what that is." Bonnibel nodded, shifting her body weight off of Marceline, rolling over onto the bed. Marceline stood up, stretching her arms, then made her way down the stairs. Bonnibel slid on a pair of her girlfriends boxer shorts and soon followed behind her.
Upon entering the kitchen, she saw something she would have never expected, her father, wearing his classic attire which is just a very expensive suit and tie, flipping a pancake with a spatula. Her mouth almost fell off it hung so low, she even had to rub her eyes a few times to make sure she hadn't been seeing things.
"Ahem."
"Oh, sweet mother of- you scared me, Marcie-kins." Hunson jumped out of his spot, almost dropping a pancake that he had been in the middle of flipping. "But good, you're awake! Is Bonnibel up too? I made you guys breakfast, remember those pancakes you loved as a kid? Thought i'd make em' for you this morning." Hunson smiled at his daughter, something not even herself was used to. Why was he being so.. weird? He was never like this, ever. Hunson was one of those types of men who always acted professional, no matter the company. Even around his daughter for pretty much her whole life he had been nothing but stern. Marceline always had assumed he was just a tight ass.
"You made me... strawberry pancakes?" Marceline didn't know whether to be terrified or... happy. Happy that her dad out of all people, was finally being a dad to her. But why?
"Of course I did. I wanted to celebrate your birthday yesterday, but you left before I could even give you your present, which is sitting on the couch by the way." Hunson flipped another pancake, then placing it on the pile where the finished cakes were.
My...present? Marceline exited the kitchen, almost bumping into Bonnibel. Her Father followed her out, placing the plate of pancakes on the coffee table. She glared at the small, wooden instrument leaned up against the armchair of the couch. She kept looking back and forth between the instrument and her dad, trying to figure out what to say.
"You... got me a ukulele?" She finally settled on those words, still confused that out of all people, her father got her a present.
"I know you are really into your music, and Simon would always tell me how gifted you were at anything with strings on it, so I thought that would be nice."
"Dad... I... you... I'm sorry I just-" Marceline struggled to find words, she didn't know how she felt. She has always wanted to get a ukulele, mainly because they seemed really fun to play and she always loved the sound they made. She wondered why her dad was able to know this, first there was Hambo, now a new instrument for her to experience. She was so overwhelmed with emotions, it was hard to keep in. The musician felt a warm tear roll down her cheek, quickly wiping it away before anyone noticed. "I-I'm sorry." Marceline turned her back and ran up the stair case, telling Bonnibel to stay down here.
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Bonnibel watched as Marceline ran upstairs, a feeling of worry running through her body until she realized she was probably just confused. Marceline never talked much about her father, but when she did there weren't many good things to be said. She thought he didn't care about her, and that he would rather work so he didn't have to deal with a daughter. It seemed like she was angry with him, and that she didn't necessarily hate him, but disliked him so.
"Oh no, did I get the wrong thing for her? Does she hate it?" Hunson covered his eyes with his hands, letting out a loud sigh.
"Mr. Abadeer, I don't think she hates it." Bonnibel sat on the single chair next to the couch, crossing her legs. Hunson looked up from his hands and looked at her with a blank look on his face. "From these few months i've been with Marceline, i've noticed she loves anything to do with music. Heck, you could have gotten her a kazoo and she would be happy with it."
"Then, why was she crying? She even ran-"
"Sorry for interupting, but it's not because she is sad." Bonnibel smiled at her girlfriends dad. He slowly walked over to the couch next to Bonnibel, sitting down and resting an arm on the arm rest. "She's crying because it came from you."
"So does she not like it because she hates me?" Bonnibel laughed to herself. She had just met this man, and before she had a bad impression on him, but looking at him now, he's just like any other worried father. Maybe there was an actual reason he was never around when Marceline was younger.
"Quite the opposite actually. She does not talk about you much, and when she did it was never positive things. She was always so angry that you were never around. But the fact you are here now and did something this nice for her, she must have just been overwhelmed. The only reaction her body could do was cry."
"You may have a point, Bonnibel." Hunson looked down at his feet, looking as if lost in thought. "I can see why Marceline loves you." Bonnibel smiled to herself. Yeah, Marceline loves her, and Bonnibel sure did love her back.
The room fell silent, both occupants lost in thought. Hunson looked over at his daughters lover, smiling to himself. Yeah, he definitely approved. He was glad his daughter found someone who she truly cares about, and not that punk, Ash. One question was circulating in his mind, though.
"How did you girls meet each other?" He found himself saying out loud. Bonnibel seemed surprised at the sudden question.
"Her side of this story is probably more interesting."
"Ah but that is what makes these stories so interesting, each person has their own version of it, so we can see the different views, and you can get a feel for the entire story. Marcelines mom and I both had completely different sides of the story about he met, and we would always laugh about it." Bonnibel looked at the man almost adjacent to her, she forgot how she could have thought so badly of him.
"Her and I shared a class last semester, and she just glared stared at me the whole time until she followed me to work one day- I'm a waitress at a cafe- and she wrote her number on a napkin and left it for me. After my shift, she ended up walking me home and that just became a daily routine for us both. Things just gradually went from there." Bonnibel smiled, thinking back to the beginning of her and Marcelines relationship. Everything was so awkward back then for her, but she has gotten use to this feeling and she hasn't been happier.
"Hah, Marceline made the first move? That doesn't really sound like her. She used to be so shy as a kid. Want to hear a funny story about her when she was just a tiny child?"
"Oh, you bet I do." Bonnibel perked up, giving Hunson her full attention. For the next half hour, the two exchanged silly stories about Marceline. Hunson did most of the talking, surprisingly. He had all these childhood memories of his daughter before she went into the hands of Simon. It was kind of like a bonding experience between the two, something Bonnibel thought would never happen with Marcelines father. He explained how Simon kept him in the loop of what was going on in Marcelines life, because he actually did care, he just had to work all of the time to provide for her. He was always in the background helping Simon and her out, and even when Simon got arrested, he was always in the sidelines, trying his best to keep in contact with his daughter. After her always ignoring his letters and phone calls, he gave up thinking it was hopeless. But when he got the call about Simon, he knew he had to force himself back into her life, no matter how hard it could be. Bonnibel and Hunson were so deep into their conversation, they hadn't noticed the tall figure descend from the stairs and walk into the living room.
"Oh! When I I finally decided to get a caretaker for Marcy, I found Simon. She was about 5 years old at the time, and when I first introduced him to her she was so scared that she almost-"
"You are are not telling her that story." Marceline intervened, not letting that story go any further. Hunson and Bonnibel were startled at the sudden appearance. They both were afraid she would be mad at them for talking about her, until they noticed a small smile creep up on her thin lips.
"Aww, come on, that one is hilarious." Hunson pouted, crossing his arms like a child.
"Nope, I actually like to keep her as my girlfriend, thank you very much." Marceline laughed, shaking her head. She admired the two people sitting in her living room for a moment, and she actually liked what she saw. She was actually relieved her girlfriend and her dad were getting along. If they hadn't, then that would be a very awkward for everyone.
The room fell silent once again, Bonnibel and Marceline made eye contact and kept it for what felt like minutes. They both smiled at each other before Marceline turned away and walked over the the same couch her dad and her new instrument sat. She looked at her dad as if asking permission to hold it and she got a nod and a small smile in response. She picked up the ukulele and sat down, settling the wood into her lap.
Marceline admired it for a moment, feeling the smooth laminated wood. The ukulele was an Oscar Schmidt OU5 concert. It was just a bit bigger than your stereotypical soprano ukelele, meaning the sound was just slightly different. It was made out of mahogany wood, with an abalone binding. She plucked a few of the strings, tuning it as needed. She smiled at the sound it made when she tuned it, plucking a few more strings just because she could.
"I still can't believe you got me this. I... thank you dad. Thank you so much." Hunsons smile widened, he seemed so happy to hear her daughter say those words. He leaned his back against the couch, resting his left ankle on his right knee with an arm resting on the back of the couch.
"Why don't you give it a try? I have yet to actually hear you play anything, and I'd be honored to hear you now." Marceline paused, pondering on a song she could attempt to play. She knew a few songs that had been played with a ukulele, and went over the notes in her head. She adjusted the instrument on her lap and began to pluck away at the strings, forming the notes from a song.
She then began to sing, fitting the words to the strings being plucked.
"I'm not angry anymore,
Well, sometimes I am.
I don't think badly of you,
Well, sometimes I do.
It depends on the day,
The extent of all my worthless rage,
I'm not angry anymore.
I'm not bitter anymore,
I'm syrupy sweet.
I rot your teeth down to their core,
If I'm really happy.
Depends on the day,
If I wake up in a giddy haze,
Well, I'm not angry,
I'm not totally angry,
I'm not all that angry anymore"
Throughout the whole song, Marceline couldn't help but smile as she sang. It was true, she wasn't all that angry at her dad anymore. She could hear him talking about her to Bonnibel, and everything that he has done for her growing up and she never even realized it. She had no reason to be angry at him. She looked over to her father, he looked happy. It didn't look like he could contain his smile anymore.
Once again the room fell silent, with the occasional pluck of a ukulele string. Hunson adjusted himself on the coach, as if nervous about something.
"So, I was thinking..." Hunson spoke quietly, getting the attention of his daughter and her girlfriend. "I think it's time I be a father and spend some time with my daughter, and I would love to get to know Bonnibel more." Marceline made eye contact with her father, a small smile sneaking up on her face. She doesn't know why, but her dad asking to spend the day with her and her girlfriend made her happy. She was excited to spend time with her dad, and she was glad he wanted Bonnibel there too.
"Of course, dad." Hunson perked up. He was so relieved she didn't decline his offer. They both in unison looked over to the pink haired girl, who had been hugging her knees with a not so good look on her face. She noticed the two look at her, putting her knees down.
"I would love too, but I have the morning shift today and I have to be at work in..." Bonnibel paused, checking the time on her watch. "Oh, bunk! I have to be at work in an hour! Marceline, do you mind driving me home like, right now? I need to shower and get dressed and ah, crap." Bonnibel quickly stood up, trotting up the stairs to put some of her own clothes on barely hearing Marceline giggle.
"She's such a dork." Marceline giggled to herself, setting don the ukulele as she pulled herself off the couch. "Guess I gotta drive her home, it'll only take about twenty minutes." Marceline made her way upstairs to put on some decent clothes.
Marceline and Bonnibel came back downstairs at the same time, both now fully dressed. Marceline slipped on her leather jacket that was previously hanging on a hook.
"I'll be back soon, be ready when I get back dad." Marceline opened up the door for Bonnibel, who seemed reluctant to leave just yet.
"It was nice meeting you, Mr. Abadeer." Bonnibel smiled, waving goodbye before she finally exited the house.
"It has been a pleasure, Bonnibel." Marceline jokingly rolled her eyes and shut the door behind her. The two girls took a seat on the bike as Marceline brought it to life with a roar.
