With a heavy, and sober, sigh, Marceline opened the door to her RV and stepped inside. She wasn't at all shocked when Keila, Guy, and Bongo sat there as if they had been waiting on her return. Guy had a smirk slapped across is face, Keila looked more concerned for her friend, and Bongo seemed to not care less but was only there because he had to be.
She rolled her eyes at the three before removing her leather jacket and throwing it into the driver seat of the RV.
"Sooo..." Marceline shoved her hands into her pockets, blowing a raspberry as she waiting for the oncoming slaughter of questions.
"Are you like, actually friends with her now?" Guy asked. There was something in his voice that made it seem like he didnt mean 'just friends'. Marceline did have a quite the track record of on the road hook ups.
"Just friends, and yes."
"You don't have a crush on her, do you? Because that's a dangerous game to play, Marceline." Keila had her elbows propped up on the table booth, chin resting on her hands. "And I'm confident that girl is straight as hell." Marceline did her best to hold back her laugh, because oh how untrue that was. She wouldn't say otherwise though, she did make a promise after all.
"No. Like I said. Just friends." Marceline turned to Bongo, who at that moment was staring out the window. "Bongo, you have anything to ask?" Bongo turned to face Marceline and shrugged. He moved his hands about, signing something along the lines of 'I couldnt care less who you are banging, as long as it doesnt fuck with our careers.'
"We aren't fucking, Jesus Christ guys. Like Keila said. Totally straight." Marceline rolled her eyes before slumping into the seat next to Keila. She leaned her head on her friends shoulder and let out another sigh.
"Was she serious about making a song together?" Her friend asked.
"I dunno, I didn't bring it up afterwards." Marceline straightened herself out, removing her head from Keilas shoulder. "I did find out that she is a fan. Has been since the very beginning, too." She smirked at her band mates.
"Hah! You're lying. There's no way." Guy began to laugh hysterically.
"You remember the first merch we ever put up for sale? That Marshmellow shit? She has one, she bought it herself at one of our early shows." Marceline grinned, very happy with this information.
"Princess Bubblegum, the literal princess of Pop, likes rock music? Metal even? That's crazy." Keila said in disbelief.
"Well you better believe it. She's also a red head, wears a wig." Marceline pulled at her own hair for emphasis on the wig. She did her best to push back the image in her head of Bonnibel with her natural hair. She wondered if she could count the freckles on her- nope. No no. Not going there.
"Leave it to Marceline and her charm to befriend someone so out of our league. Like jeez Marce, how do you do it?" Marceline just shrugged at Guys question, really trying to move away from the conversation.
"How was the party after I left?" Marceline rapped her fingers on the table, subconsciously making a beat.
"Broc Li is a pussy." Guy laughed through his words. "Like seriously. Keila trapped him until me and Bongo showed up, and the dude almost shat his pants when he saw Bongo." He pointed over to his mute friend.
It was true though, as nice and kind Bongo was to his friends, he absolutely looked intimidating to a stranger. He was the largest of the group in height and size. He stood at six feet and four inches and overall very bulky and strong. He had short, thick curly hair and caterpillars for eyebrows. The man could mean mug anyone and scare them off.
They all laughed at the imagine of this homophobic asshole running off with his metaphorical tail between is legs. Bongo signed 'he never stood a chance' and they all laughed harder. At one point keila whiped a tear from her eye.
The Scream Queens spent the rest of their night drinking a few more beers and making fun of Braco before crashing in ther respective bunk beds. When they bought the RV they spent some time renovating it to fit their needs, fully replacing the queen sized bed with four bunks, two on each side.
Marceline on the bottom left, Keila on top of her, Bongo slept across from Marceline and Guy above him. They even installed little curtains so they could have at least a little bit of privacy.
The next morning, Marceline was the first to wake up. Arguably her band mates drank twice as much as her and wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. Luckily, they didnt have a preformance today so they did have the whole day to dick around. Maybe her and Guy could work more on that song they've been working tirelessly on.
Though Marceline had decided to spend her morning checking in on Bonnibel.
Not without some coffee though. She was able to sneak off the festival grounds to a nearby coffee shop just a few blocks away. The warm summer air blowing against her skin. She ordered two coffees, an iced americano for herself, and a caramel machiatto for Bonnibel. She assumed she liked sweeter things, considering.
When she re-entered the festival grounds, she drank the rest of her coffee and chucked it in the closest trash can she could find, quickly making her way over to Bonnibels tour bus.
She rapped her knuckles against the shiny black door a few times, shifting her feet as she waited. Marceline overhood someone- a male voice- talking, too muffled for her to make out what was being said. The door swung open and a boy, early twenties at least, hung off the door handle and greeted her with a suspicious look. Not like he was being suspicious, but warry of the early morning visitor.
"Can I help you?" He asked, glaring down towards Marceline. He was wearing a white beanie with a blue muscle shirt and shorts to match. The front of his shirt had the words 'security' in a small font on the chest.
"Uh, sorry, I was looking for Bon- Princess Bubblegum," she corrected herself. "My name is Marceline, I'm uh, with one of the bands here." She was trying to sound at least a little professional.
"She's busy getting ready for the day, she's not taking visitors at the moment." He scowled at Marceline, his eyes finding the cup of coffee in her hands.
"Oh, uh, that's okay. Sorry to bother, would you mind giving this to her?" Marceline reached out to hand the man the coffee. "She had a rough night, wanted to check in on her. Bring her coffee." She coughed, suddenly feeling insecure and very aware of the fame difference between her and her new friend.
"Finn, who is it?" A voice called out from the back of the bus, loud enough for Marceline to hear. He looked at her with an arched eyebrow.
"Says her name is Marceline." He turned his head to speak to Bubblegum. She heard some rustling about before her head poked out, now visible to Marceline from the door, who could've swore she heard a tiny squeel come out of the girl.
"Marceline! Finn, let her in would you?" Marceline watched as she gently slapped his shoulder with her hand.
"Princess, are you sure? Ms. Blum said-" Finn stayed in his position, not allowing Marceline in just yet.
"Finn I truly do not care what my mother said. Marceline is always welcome here." Bonnie grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him away from the door. Marceline stepping up and into the bus once the way was clear.
She watched as Finn frowned at her before slumping down into the driver seat of the bus, not taking his eyes off her.
"Don't mind him, he's my body guard that my mother insists I have to breathe down my neck." Bonnibel smiled brightly at Marceline, who was now standing awkwardly inbetween the guard and her. Bonnibel leaned in a little closer, covering her mouth with her hand so Finn couldn't see. "He's a little over zealous about it if you ask me."
"I heard that."
"Good. Would you mind giving my friend and I here a little privacy?" Bonnibel stared daggers at Finn, letting him know that despite the question, it wasn't optional. The two watched as he mumbled something under his breath before walking out of the bus, leaving the two alone. Bonnibel turned her attention back at Marceline, giving her that same sweet and genuine smile as before.
Marceline stood in silence as she admired the woman before her. Wearing an entirely new outfit, and wig it looked like, from yesterday. This one had bangs that stopped right above her eyebrows, and was tied up in a high ponytail.
"How are you?" The pink woman asked, shaking Marceline out of her trance.
"Uh, good." she hesitated, remembering the coffee in her hand. "Wanted to stop by and check in on you after last night." She held out the coffee to her friend. "Got you a coffee. Didn't know what you liked, I hope this is okay."
Bonnibel reached for the coffee cup with no hesitation, and taking a sip of the warm liquid. She cocked an eyebrow at Marceline, giving her a mischievous smile.
"You got it right, thank you Marceline."she took a nother sip before setting it down on the table next to them. Marceline shoved her hands back into her pockets, awkwardly rocking back and forth on her heals. She really didn't think this through. What was she supposed to say now?
"Come, sit with me." Bonnibel broke the silence, guiding Marceline to sit at the table with her. She obliged, now sitting across from the woman. It was a good sign, Bonnibel was actually interested in talking with Marceline.
"You feeling okay? You looked pretty rough last night when I left." Marceline rubbed her own thighs with the palms of her hands.
"I woke up feeling like an actual garbage truck and a migraine gifted to me from hell." Bonnibel laughed. "But I took some supplements and pain killers so I'm pushing through." She took another sip of her coffee before continuing. "I'm going to be honest with you, I dont remember a lot of last night."
Oh no. Does that mean she doesnt remember any of their conversation from last night?
"What do you remember?" Marceline asked hesitantly.
"I remember Braco being a wad, you helping me get back here, then waking up this morning to a trash can full of vomit and my clothes in a pile on the floor." She smiled awkwardly. Bonnie seemed to tense up a little bit, almost as if she was scared that something may have happened.
"That guy is such a dingus, my mates told me he ran off like a scared dog when he saw Bongo." Marceline awkwardly laughed in hopes that she would also find that funny. She did. "You were so drunk that you said we should 'do a music together'." Marceline raised her fingers up and did air quotes as she spoke.
"I also saw my shirt in your drawer." Bonnibel raised an eyebrow at the sentence. "You gave me permission to get you pajamas I swear I wasnt just going through your drawer for fun." She quickly added.
"You know, it's not a bad idea." Bonnibel leaned back in her seat, crossing one leg over the other, along with her arms. "Could be interesting."
"...going through your drawers?" Marceline added, concerned at what her friend was getting at.
"No, silly." Bonnibel giggled, covering her mouth. "Preforming together." Marcelines face turned a beat red, finding it very hard not to focus on that adorable laugh.
"Oh, right. Duh." Marceline smacked her forhead on with her palm, eliciting another giggle from her friend.
"You know Marceline, you were a lot more confident and flirty the first time we met." Bonnibel tilted her head, her emerald eyes burning into Marcelines brown ones.
"The first time?"
"I suppose you wouldn't remember, it was years ago." Bonnie waved her hand in dismissal. "Did you not notice the signature on the bottom corner of the shirt?"
"To be fair when I came out of your room you were suddenly a red head, so." Marceline smirked as she watched Bonnies smile drop into a frown. Marceline just shrugged it off. "You're cute with red hair. Seems more...like Bonnibel."
"Ah, there she is." Her smile returned to her face, along side the blush creeping up her neck. "So..." Bonnibel leaned over the table, itching her face closer to Marcelines. "Did I...say anything else to you last night?"
Marceline knew what she meant. She was trying to ask if she told Marceline about her sexuality, without outting herself in the process. She could sense the tension coming from Bonnibel. She was worried.
"You told me you were gay." Marceline thought it best to be blunt and honest about it. She gathered that this was serious for Bonnibel, and she didn't want her to lose sleep over it. "But dont worry. I promised not to tell a soul, and I keep my promises." Marceline held up her pinky as she spoke.
Bonnibel sighed in releif, retracting back to her own seat, away from Marceline. The musician couldn't help but feel a little disapointed. The pink woman went to speak but stopped with an open mouth as Finn came barging back into the bus.
"Sorry Princess, I just thought you would want to know Ms. Blum is on her way over." Finn panted, resting his hands on his knees.
"Crud. I'm sorry Marceline. You need to go, right now." Her face swept over with panic, jumping out of her seat and pulling Marceline up with her. "I do not intend for you to experience the wrath of my mother." Just as Bonnibel was practically shoving Marceline out the door, an older woman swung it open, stepping inside.
Marceline watched as Bonnibels entire body became stiff and tense, her back straighter than the woman was.
"Guten Morgen, Mutter." Bonnibel spoke in a monotone voice, and wait, was that german?
"Wer ist das, Kind?" The woman towering over Marceline, her blue eyes staring into her soul. It felt as if she was setting Marcelines body on fire from the inside, but not in the way Bonnibel did. No, this was...sinister.
"Sie ist eine Freundin. Sie ist eine der Musikerinnen." Bonnibel spoke, her german accent coming through more clearly now. How did Marceline not know she was German? She surely didn't sound like it.
Marceline stood completely still, just as tense as Bonnibel felt.
"Wir müssen auf die Bühne. Lass uns gehen." Ms. Blum continued to speak in german, now facing her daughter and ignoring Marceline without even a hello.
"Yes Ma'am." Bonnibel turned her head to face Marceline, giving her a pleading look along with the words i'm sorry. This was definitely her clue to beat it before she gets yelled at in german.
"Right uh, I'll get out of your hair. I dont have a set today so maybe I'll catch your show. See you later, Princess Bubblegum." Marceline nodded her head towards her friend before facing her mother. "It was nice to meet you, Ms. Blum." And just like that, Marceline bolted out of the bus and into the warm summer air.
She made a mental note to stay away from Ms. Blum, and to especially not piss her off.