Chapter 13 - Marceline (Originally Published: 30 October 2015)

It was dark in the dingy hotel room. A radiator hummed quietly in the background, emitting a warm, humid air. Even with the heat on, Marceline felt cold lying there on that cheaply-made bed in nothing but her bra and shorts. She regretted sneaking Ash into her room.

His rough, calloused hands grabbed her possessively, and he left loose-lipped, wet kisses all over her neck. One of his hands slid eagerly down her stomach, making her shiver with disgust. He misread that as pleasure, and smiled against her skin.

His fingers found her zipper, but she quickly grabbed his hand.

"What are you doing?" he asked, quietly. They had to keep their voices down so as not to wake the girl sleeping in the other bed, but his anger was clear enough.

Marceline pushed his hand away. "I don't really want to do this."

He propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at her. She felt trapped under his gaze. "Why not? You liked it before."

She didn't, actually. Ash was too rough on her, and he only ever cared about his own satisfaction. "I'm not really in the mood."

"Why not? What are you, gay?" It was the same thing he had always said, every time she turned him down. Most nights she would just apologise and push through it, but Marceline was tired of pretending.

Ash took her reticence for his answer. "I fucking knew it," he spat, pushing himself to his feet. "You're fucking in love with Bonnie, aren't you?"

She couldn't answer that either. Not truthfully, anyway.

"I fucking knew it," he said again.

The light turned on, she thought because he was looking for his shirt, but it was Keila who stood by the switch. "Get out."

"Go back to sleep," Ash snarled as his hands dropped down to cover his arousal. "Can't you see we're busy here?"

Keila grabbed his shirt off the floor and flung it at him. "Get out right now!" she shouted, unconcerned with waking their neighbours. Looking back now, Marceline realised that she was actually trying to wake Simon or the boys in the room next door. Keila crossed her arms, tapping her foot impatiently. "You can take the train back to Whitewater. I don't want to see your ugly mug ever again."

"Tell her to get out of here, Marce. Tell her to-"

"You don't get to talk to her, Ash." Keila grabbed the closest object to her, threatening him to test her. Marceline couldn't see what it was. "If I ever see you again, I'm going to rip your bloody bollocks off. Do you fucking understand me? You stay away from her, or so help me…" Her eyes remained trained on him, frozen and as cold as ice.

"Marce?" His voice was less hostile towards her.

Marceline pulled the covers up to her neck. "I think you should go."

Ash stared at her in disbelief for a long while. "Fine. Fucking fine. I'm out of here." He pulled his shirt over his head and walked a big circle around Keila towards the door. "It won't be long until you come crawling back to me. No one's ever going to love you but me. Remember that, Marce."

She blinked her eyes open and for a long time stared up at the familiar comfort of her own bedroom ceiling, and all the glow in the dark stars posted to it with adhesive putty. She'd been having the same dream every night since she'd found out about the party.

It was frightening enough to think that her scumbag ex-boyfriend had made a move on Bonnibel, but to think that she was the reason Bonnie was even at that party in the first place… the guilt was overpowering.

She felt around the bed for her phone and found the device hidden under her pillow. Powering on the screen, she found that she had three text messages waiting for her.

Immediately, she checked the one from Bonnibel.

Today 6:45 AM: Good morning, grumpy gills. I hope you have a beautiful day. :) Hurry to school!

Marceline smiled at that. She went back to check on the other two messages, both of them from Bongo.

Today 7:00 AM: Hey, I'm here. I'm supposed to take you to school today, right?

Today 7:14 AM: Never mind, Simon let me in. I'll be in the lounge when you're up.

Marceline threw the covers off of her and grabbed some pyjama bottoms off the floor. Normally, she just slept in her knickers and a t-shirt, but she wasn't about to greet Bongo like that.

Upon exiting her room, she whistled loudly - a low sound that escalated in pitch quickly. The return whistle came back a second later, starting high and then gradually deepening. It was something they'd started years ago so that they could easily find each other at concerts or other crowded places. It was their thing. Guy and Keila weren't a part of it. The small, sentimental gesture made her happy; mostly because Bongo was like a brother to her.

Following the source of the whistle, she found him lying on the sofa in the lounge.

"Hey Marce." Bongo sat up, grabbed a brown paper bag from the table next to him, and tossed it to her.

"What's this?" She caught it easily, and then peered into the bag.

"I saved you some of the breakfast I made this morning."

Marceline pulled out a sausage, egg, and cheese muffin covered in plastic wrap. Her stomach growled at the sight of it. "Thanks, Bongo." She unwrapped it and took a big bite. "You know, we haven't been to the lake in a while. We should plan a trip up there one weekend." A few crumbs fell from her mouth as she spoke.

He smiled and nodded. "That's a good idea. We'll go soon. We can always build a bonfire if it gets too cold." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Um… Are you going to invite Bonnie?"

Marceline thought about it for a moment. Bonnie had never been to the lake with them. "Yeah, I will. I think she'll really like it." After finishing off her breakfast, she went to throw the rubbish away. "I'm going to get ready for school. I'll be back in a bit."

When she returned from her morning routine, Bongo was asleep on the sofa. She shook his foot to wake him, and after checking that everything in the house was secure they were on their way.

The ride to school was spent in their usual way - listening to happy, upbeat music. It was the only kind of music Bongo listened to. Something seemed a little off though. In fact, something had been kind of odd about him since the other day. It probably had something to do with what he was going to talk to her about, and she meant to ask him, but by the time she'd thought to do so they were already at the school.

She could see that Bonnibel was with her friends in the car park. If Finn didn't hate her right now, Marceline would go over and say hello. However, because of the current attitudes of both the Mertens boys they'd been avoiding each other at school lately. Every now and then, they would steal away to meet by some predetermined spot during lunch or in the brief morning moments before school started.

When Bonnie saw her, she smiled, and Marceline waved. Then she turned and followed Bongo to the auditorium.

On most days, there were other drama club students in the big room with them, scattered in small groups of gossipy teens. Today, they only found Phoebe's best friend. Keila and Guy were nowhere to be found; they'd probably be late to school again.

"Hey Marce," Leslie said, smiling in that way that she did - where her smile didn't look like one at all, just a devious twinkle.

Marceline narrowed her eyes. "I don't like it when you call me that." She'd heard that Leslie bullied Bea Rae a lot, and she wished that it would happen in front of her so that she could do something about it. The only reason she put up with Leslie was because they shared a mutual friend, one that Leslie followed around like a shadow.

"Oh, you're here." From on stage, Phoebe peeked her head out around a big maroon coloured curtain. She beckoned with a curled pointer finger for Marceline to come up and join her.

"I'll be right back, Bongo," she said as she hoisted herself up onto the stage. The floorboards felt weird to her, so she dusted her hands off on her pants.

The dressing room door was ajar, and the light was on. Marceline knew she'd find Phoebe inside. She slipped into the room, closing the door behind her.

"How does this look?" Phoebe asked, holding up a sheer black and white blouse to her chest.

"Did you not get dressed before you came to school today?" Marceline asked, jokingly. Phoebe gave her a cutting look, so she added, "It looks great, Pheebs."

That seemed to be the opposite of what she wanted to hear, because she threw the blouse down on the table and rummaged through a locker. Phoebe was in nothing but her bra and a form-fitting skirt.

Marceline looked away quickly, committing her surroundings to memory so she didn't have to look at the other girl.

There were several lockers in one corner of the rectangular room, made for clothes and costume changes. In front of her was a long table with makeup kits strewn about it. Above that was a wall-to-wall mirror.

"What about this one?" Phoebe asked, holding up another blouse.

"Why can't you just wear what you had when you came to school today?"

Giving Marceline an intense stare, she tossed the second garment down and sauntered over. Marceline reflexively took a step back, suddenly trapped between Phoebe and the table behind her.

"Because," Phoebe said, placing a hand on the table on either side of her. "I wore your t-shirt to school today. People might think we're an item." She rolled her hips forward, pressing her entire body against Marceline's. Their noses brushed lightly. "And you don't want that, right?"

All that managed to escape her throat was a whimper.

"I thought so." Phoebe glanced over Marceline's lips for a second, and then moved away, going back to her locker.

When she was gone, Marceline released a breath. Phoebe did things to her, made her feel things. Not with her emotions, the way it was with Bonnibel, but in a primal, instinctively animalistic way. She hated it. Marceline closed her eyes, trying to compose herself. If she let Phoebe get to her it would do no good.

"Help me with this." Phoebe had replaced her skirt with a dress. She pulled her hair up so that Marceline could assist her with the zipper.

Smooth, pale skin disappeared under red fabric as Marceline pulled at the little metal tab. When it was fastened all the way, Phoebe dropped her hair. Fiery ringlets cascaded down her back. Marceline had always loved curly hair. She reached out, feeling the smooth tresses between her fingers.

Startled, Phoebe turned around to look up at her. Once again they found themselves in such close proximity, eyes locked. She touched Phoebe's cheek, and for a fleeting moment there was something hopeful in her sapphire eyes… but then it was gone, replaced with a weak smile to mask the sadness that she truly felt.

"I've got to finish getting ready. You can… go back out there," Phoebe said, quietly.

Marceline shoved her hands in her pockets to keep them from doing anything else reckless and stupid. "Right. Just call me if you need anything."

When she walked back out to the auditorium, she was surprised to find Bonnibel seated in a row next to Keila. Guy sat in the first row, talking loudly to Leslie and Bongo - she could care less what about.

Marceline hopped off the stage and briskly walked towards the middle of the room where the two girls were talking.

Bonnibel spotted her approaching and bounced up with eager anticipation. She stood and greeted Marceline with a full-bodied hug, which was to be expected from her, but it still took Marceline by surprise every time.

"What are you doing here?"

Bonnie smiled. "I came to see you, silly. Is that okay?"

"Of course." Marceline could see Keila giving her a look out of the corner of her eye. It put her off a bit, because Keila would likely listen in on everything that was said and tease her later for it. "Do you want to go somewhere else and sit?"

"Sure." Bonnie grabbed her bag, and they wandered over to a vacant corner by the sound booth. From where they were sitting on the floor, they couldn't see their other friends, but Marceline was okay with that. The wall behind them was cold though, and it made Bonnie shudder. She scooted closer to Marceline. "Brr. Why's it so cold in here? I wish I hadn't forgotten my jumper."

Marceline's heart was thumping in her throat, and something seemed to take over her. Her arm slid around Bonnie's back, in the space between her and the wall, and pulled her closer. She felt like she was watching herself from outside of her body. She wanted to apologise for overstepping her boundaries. "Is that better?" she asked instead, her voice wavering.

Without hesitation, Bonnie wrapped both of her arms around Marceline, pressing her face into the crook of her neck. "You're so warm, Marcy."

Bonnie's nose was cold against her burning skin, and when she laughed, Marceline wanted to laugh too, but it was difficult to concentrate on anything other than how close the object of her heart's affections was right now.

Bonnie sniffed, and then she giggled. "You smell really good as well."

"Do I?" Marceline wasn't really sure what else to say. It took all her concentration not to melt with the way Bonnie was making her feel right now.

"Mmhm." She turned her head, resting it on Marceline's shoulder. "Let me see your hand."

Curiously, Marceline held both of them up. Bonnie took her right hand and examined the still-healing cut she'd gotten the other week. "Have you been taking care of this like I told you to?"

Marceline bit the inside of her cheek. "Not really."

"Marceline," Bonnie said, sternly. "If you don't take care of it, how's it supposed to heal?"

"It's not that bad, Bonnibel. It'll be fine."

"I know… I just care about you. Take care of it, please. For me?"

Marceline couldn't say no to that.

When the first bell of the day rang, she walked Bonnie to class. Their hugs were becoming a common thing, not that Marceline minded, and she was finally getting used to the comfort of being held by another human being. Yet, the more comfortable she felt in Bonnie's arms, the more reluctant she became to let go of her.

As she rounded the corner on her way to the music room, she found Keila standing outside in the hall. "Well?"

"Well what?" Marceline asked, sceptical about what kind of lame ideas her friend was formulating.

"How'd it go?" Keila smirked. "Did you make a move on her?"

Marceline rolled her eyes. "I told you, Bonnibel is not… like that."

"Really?" Keila's smile grew even wider. "Because I happened to see the two of you getting cosy in that corner."

"What? How?" Marceline knitted her eyebrows together in confusion, worried that anyone else might have seen them as well.

"I have these things called eyes you know." Keila chuckled heartily at her own joke. "I had to go to the loo, so I used the one backstage. When I was coming back to my seat I saw the two of you snuggled up together." She waggled her eyebrows. "Sooo?"

Marceline rolled her eyes again, pushing past her into the music room for an hour of frustration while she tried to get Keila to drop the subject.

Science class was even more frustrating.

Leslie annoyed the piss out of her, and now that they hung out through mutual friends she tried to talk to Marceline every chance she could find.

She wasn't going to fall for it though. She knew that all the questions Leslie asked were probably her way of obtaining fuel for future drama. Marceline wasn't even sure why Phoebe hung out with her. Aside from their interest in theatre, the two girls were nothing alike.

Carson asked the class a question, and Bonnie was the first one to get it right. That's my girl.

The thought made her smile. Maybe it was Keila's persistent encouragement, or just how open Bonnie was about her affections, but Marceline had been entertaining the notion a lot lately.

She knew it would never happen, that even if Bonnie was into girls, she'd never be interested in Marceline… but it was tortuously enjoyable to think about.

Bonnie's hair was tied up in a messy bun today, and she wore a sweater that made Marceline think of candy corn. She never seemed to care too much for her appearance, while still dressing nicely. It just made her more appealing in Marceline's eyes. She also thought it was kind of cute that Bonnie always sat at the front of the room, ready to learn. They were polar opposites in that regard.

And opposites attract…

Marceline chewed at the inside of her cheek, trying to tell her intrusive thoughts to bugger off. All of a sudden, her phone dinged loudly, making both her and Leslie jump.

"I forgot to power it off," she said, apologetically, when everyone in the room turned to look at her. Marceline sneaked a quick glance at the message as she silenced her phone.

It was a picture message from Phoebe. One taken in Mrs. Jefferson's class if she were to judge from the background. In it, Phoebe was biting her lip seductively and her hand was deep in her hair, fluffing it up in a way that made her look like a model.

Flustered, Marceline powered off the device and put it back in her pocket. When she returned her attention to the front of the class, she caught Bonnibel looking back at her. They smiled at each other, and Marceline felt somewhat better.

After class, she walked Bonnie to the gym - or at least, as close as they could get without the Mertens boys seeing them together.

"Simon's not going to be home tonight," Marceline blurted randomly. She tugged at her ear. "I mean, if you want to come over and spend the night..?"

Bonnie smiled. "I really shouldn't. I have a lot of homework to do."

"Oh." Marceline looked down at her feet, feeling a slight sting from being rejected.

"Hey, I said I shouldn't. That doesn't mean I won't." Bonnie lifted her chin, holding it gently. "I hope you're going to make me one of those wonderful breakfasts again," she teased.

Marceline could feel her cheeks turning red, but she ignored it. She gave Bonnie a hug and said goodbye. When she turned around, Aeryn was there.

"Hey Marceline," she said with a smile. "May I talk to you for a second?"

"Sure," she said, unsure. Marceline followed her to a quieter, more remote spot in the hallway.

Aeryn shifted the weight of her bag on her shoulders, and looped her fingers around the straps. "I forgive you."

Marceline knew instantly that she was talking about the thing with Jake. "Y-you do?"

"Of course. It was a long time ago, and people change. I just wanted you to know that I don't think any less of you." Aeryn placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I know Finn and Jake both still need some time to sort through it, but you and I grew up together just as much as you and Bonnie did. I know that you're not a bad person, Marceline."

For some bizarre reason, she could feel her eyes watering. Marceline nodded, looking away from her. She furrowed her brows in an attempt to will the wetness in her eyes away, but it just made her look angry.

"Come on, girl. Let's get to class," Aeryn said with a chuckle.

They didn't sit near each other in history class, but Marceline sort of wished they did. She wanted to talk to Aeryn, to be more friendly than total strangers. Anything to show her gratitude for Bonnie's friend being such an understanding person. Maybe when they went to the lake, she could tell Bonnibel to bring Aeryn along with her.

Thinking about Bonnie reminded her that they were going to be alone together tonight, and that made her anxious. Marceline knew she had not prepared for the visit. It wasn't even something she had been planning in the back of her mind - she just happened to throw herself into this situation head first. She didn't have all that much at her place in terms of entertainment. What would they even do this evening? Marceline tried to quell her growing nervousness by reminding herself of how easygoing Bonnibel happened to be. If all else failed, they'd probably have a splendid evening together watching a film or something.

Her thoughts turned to this morning when they were huddled together in the auditorium, and at that point it was impossible for her not to imagine them doing the same later - curled up on Marceline's uncomfortable sofa with a bowl of popcorn between them.

"Marce, bruva. What's wrong with you? The bell already rung. We gotta get out of this shit hole before I lose it." Guy was shaking her arm.

Still dazed, she grabbed her bag and pulled it onto her back. "I was just thinking about something." Running her hand through her hair, she added, "I can't actually leave campus anymore. Earle got onto me, remember?"

"I'll give him something to get onto, yeah?" Guy laughed, gesturing rudely to his crotch.

"Gross," she heard Bongo whisper as they followed Guy out the door.

It was a nice day out, so instead of staying in the auditorium like they normally did for lunch, the six usual suspects went outside. They weren't allowed to leave the school grounds, but there were no rules explicitly stating that they couldn't hang out in the car park for lunch.

There was a grassy area behind Leslie's vehicle where they all sat in a broken circle.

Keila was between Guy and Leslie, and she didn't look too pleased about it. Bongo was a ways away from everyone, distractedly pulling up grass between his fingers, and subsequently filling the air with a strong earthy smell. Next to Marceline, Phoebe was sitting on her jacket to keep her dress from getting dirty. She leaned against Marceline's shoulder, resting a hand on her knee.

It seemed like so long ago that they'd had this routine of Marceline going to see Bonnie in the cafeteria, before one of her friends would retrieve her. Now, Marceline felt unwelcome to step foot in the lunch room for any amount of time, and she would do anything to have a whole lunch period with her crush.

Phoebe's fingers danced along her knee. "Something on your mind?"

"No. Not really," she lied. Marceline sat back, laying in the grass. The sky was almost completely devoid of clouds today. She felt the warm hand squeeze her knee, and hoped Phoebe wouldn't make a scene in front of their friends.

The subtle flirting wasn't so bad, but when Phoebe and Marceline were alone there was a lot of affection being thrown her way. It was confusing enough trying to figure out how to act around her when they were outside of school, but if she did anything in front of the others, Marceline would be doubly confused. She couldn't find it in her to stop Phoebe, because so far it had been mostly innocent, and Marceline didn't mind platonic cuddling or anything… but there were times when she would purposely do things that she knew would turn Marceline on. Like this morning.

She turned to see what the other girl was doing, and found that Phoebe had just been watching her. Always with the same starry-eyed look on her face. Marceline didn't know what Phoebe saw in her. She was blemished, scarred, imperfect. There was nothing special about her at all.

Not a damn thing.

Marceline sat on the edge of her bed. "Sorry. I didn't plan this out very well at all."

Bonnie stood in the doorway, looking around her room with a smile on her face. Marceline's style had changed dramatically since they were kids, and she seemed to just want to take it all in for a moment.

"It's okay. We'll figure something out, I'm sure. I just like spending time with you. Even if we don't do anything at all." Bonnie stuck her tongue in her cheek as she looked around the room with a more critical eye. "You're always so messy, Marceline. Maybe we should clean up a bit first." She reached down to grab a shirt from the floor. "Where do you keep your dirty laundry?"

"That's clean."

Bonnie looked at her incredulously. "Then why is it on the floor?" She shook her head, smiling to herself. "Never mind that." After another glance around the room, she went to the closet and opened the door. "Do you have any hangers in here?"

Marceline wandered over to where Bonnie was standing. "I don't own any… Since, you know, I just leave my clothes on the floor like a normal teenager."

"Does Phoebe leave her clothes on the floor?" Bonnie asked, her tone carrying something dark.

Marceline had no idea where that came from, but just as suddenly as she'd made the remark it was gone again, leaving Bonnie in her usual cheerful demeanour.

"Oh, what's this?" Bonnibel stood on her tippy-toes to grab a box from the shelf at the top of the closet. It was covered in dust from lack of use, but it was a board game they'd played a lot as kids called "Catch the Cookie". Bonnie blew the dust off of it into a big cloud, and fanned it away. She turned to Marceline, smiling brightly. "Can we?"

"Sure. I'll clear off the table in the dining room," Marceline said, already on her way out the door.

She quickly moved away all the abandoned, dirty cups and papers from the table and wiped it down with a dry rag. Then she dashed to the kitchen to find some snacks. There were a couple of bags of potato crisps, so she grabbed those and poured them into a big bowl. She also managed to find a couple of sparkling waters and took everything back to the dining room for them to enjoy while they played.

In her absence, Bonnie had finished setting up the game board. Their pieces were already in place, and Marceline knew which ones were hers. They always picked the same plastic characters; two for each of them since the game called for a minimum of three players.

It was easy to get lost in the game, and there was a lot of playful jeering involved. By the second round they were so absorbed in the action that they couldn't even stay seated.

"No fair, you cheater!" Bonnie threw a game piece at Marceline, and it bounced back onto the table.

Marceline shook her head, laughing. "I won fair and square. We can do best two out of three if it makes you feel any better, but I'm still going to win. I'm the best at this game if you recall."

"I seem to recall, Marceline, that you never actually won this game. You just got mad and flipped the board over… but you're on! I'm the reigning champion here." Bonnie leaned over the table to grab the game piece she'd thrown at Marceline. The neckline of her shirt dipped low, and Marceline struggled to look away - for her own sake.

Hanging out with Bonnie made her feel like a kid again, but Marceline was jarringly reminded that Bonnibel was a woman now.

"I'll be right back," she said, escaping from the dining room as quickly as she could.

Marceline locked herself in the bath and sat on the floor. She buried her face in her hands, trying to will away any kind of feelings she had for her childhood best friend - lust or love. Marceline, you sick fuck. You shared a pram with her. You're not allowed to feel these things.

Amidst her self-loathing inner monologue, there was a knock at the door. "Marceline? You've been in there for a while, is everything okay?"

I can do this. Things are different now. Just calm down. Taking a deep breath, Marceline got to her feet again and opened the door.

Bonnibel stood with her arms crossed over her chest, staring at her with a concerned look. "What happened?"

Marceline flushed as her eyes seemed to be drawn to Bonnie's arms, and the surrounding body region, almost against her will. "Just felt ill is all." Marceline tried to squeeze past her to get back to the dining room, but the other girl wouldn't budge.

"You're burning up," Bonnie said as she held a hand against Marceline's cheek. The addition of a gentle caress only made her face feel more heated. "No more games. I think we need to get you some rest."

Marceline tried to argue that she was okay, but despite her protests, Bonnie was not going to change her mind. She forced Marceline to dress into her pyjamas and get under the covers.

After disappearing for several minutes, Bonnibel returned toting a bowl of soup that she'd made. Marceline was not even aware that they'd had the ingredients for soup lying around the house. Bonnibel spoon fed her, all the while ignoring her comments about being perfectly capable of feeding herself. The soup was actually rather tasty, and before long she was feeling sleepy. Bonnie stayed with her until she dozed off - for once, with no nightmares.

She awoke again when she heard something fall, making a raucous thumping noise.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to wake you." Bonnibel picked up the basketball that had fallen off the shelf in the closet and put it in a corner of the room so it wouldn't make any more noise.

Marceline looked around her room, astonished at the transformation. "You cleaned?"

"Well, I know you weren't going to do it… so yes, I cleaned your room for you." Bonnie looked so proud of herself. Marceline felt bad that she did so much work on her behalf. She'd done such a good job though that it didn't even look like the same place now. "Make sure you keep it clean this time," Bonnie said, teasingly, and then in a much softer voice, "Do you like it?"

"Of course I do. You didn't have to do that though."

"I know." Bonnie was wearing one of Marceline's old band shirts, and even though it was baggy on her, it suit her quite well. Bonnie crawled under the covers with her. "I'm sleepy now." She yawned. "And you still need your rest."

Instinctively, Marceline wrapped an arm around Bonnie when she curled into her side. Her head rested against Marceline's shoulder, her face was buried into the crook of her neck - just like that morning. Bonnibel fit perfectly against all the curves of her body. Marceline worried about saying anything awkward, but thankfully, Bonnibel truly was exhausted, and fell asleep in minutes.

With the gentle rise and fall of Bonnie's chest and her breath ghosting across Marceline's neck, she didn't think she could stop her head from swimming.

From somewhere in dreamland, Bonnie was having a conversation. The words were jumbled and unclear, but it felt so wrong to be eavesdropping on the vulnerable things that she might be saying in her dreams.

Bonnie nuzzled closer, wrapping a leg across Marceline like she would a body pillow. Are you fucking kidding me right now?

Marceline didn't sleep again for the rest of the night.