Chapter 25 - Bonnie (Originally Published: 22 January 2016)

Bonnie took a sip from her coffee mug, her face puckering when the tart liquid slid over her tongue. She was at a party, though it wasn't just any party. Something about it felt very important to her. Unfortunately, her mind was drawing a blank as to what that was. She stared into her mug, searching for answers in the detailed reflection of herself. I hate vodka.

All around her were people, nondescript faces occupying familiar bodies. Part of her wanted to ask them what they were doing here, but she somehow knew that none of them would tell her what she wanted to hear.

There was another person there with her, a person with real, vivid features. She smiled, her heart soaring at the sight of Marceline; yet, somewhere in the back of her mind, it hurt almost more than it helped to see her. Bonnie didn't understand that feeling - why would she ever be unhappy in the company of her best friend?

Marceline spotted her, smirking as she weaved between the personified pillars to reach her. There was something rather special about that cocky smile that Bonnie could never really put her finger on.

"Hey Bonnibel." She had a cup of her own, red and plastic and pungent with the sweeter smell of stout. "This is a weird party, isn't it?"

Bonnie nodded. There was a frog in her throat, preventing her from asking any of the questions she wanted to. Instead, she just hummed in agreement.

"Let's get out of here then, shall we?" Marceline took her by the hand and led her down a long hallway; on each side there were doors, all of them leading nowhere.

An expectant, tingly warmth began to surge in Bonnie's body - in her stomach, between her legs. It crawled up her neck like waves crashing on rocks, and only became more intense with each ripple. She'd wanted something to drink, and vaguely remembered having a cup of something mere moments ago, but whatever it was it had been misplaced somewhere.

"Here we are," Marceline said, pushing open a door.

Bonnie crawled onto the bed - a king-sized mattress with all black sheets - and examined this new space. They were in a room Bonnie had never seen before, but it felt natural to her nonetheless.

The walls were off-white and decorated with picture frames. No matter how hard Bonnie stared at the pictures held within the wooden confinement, she could not seem to decipher them. To her, the pictures were all clear, but her mind was not. There was no other furniture aside from the bed and a matching black sofa, and the only other thing was the view from the wall-to-wall window - and oh, what a sight.

The sunset was filled with hues of every colour, setting the mountainous horizon ablaze with wonder. Below them, dark buildings littered the landscape, organised neatly into sections by dark streets and dimly gleaming cars. At the edge of this mystical city was a shoreline, a barrier of land to separate the city from calm ocean waters.

"Do you like it?" Marceline asked, still grinning at her from where she stood.

"Come here," was all Bonnie said. Her voice sounded far away to her, as if she weren't in her own head.

Marceline obliged, but not before stripping off her shirt and dropping it at the foot of the bed. Bonnie's breath caught in her throat. The tingling sensation she'd felt earlier only seemed to become stronger now, and she could feel its heat coursing through her body, pumping rapidly through her veins.

The other girl positioned herself above Bonnie, holding herself up by her hands and knees. She'd seen Marceline topless before - they'd changed in front of each other countless times - but seeing her smooth skin up close was entirely different. She reached up, gliding her fingers over a firm stomach. Her digits trailed up, over the fabric of Marceline's lacy bra, and to her lips. She admired them for a moment, her thumb running back and forth over the pink skin.

Bonnie didn't stop to think about what this encounter meant. Her mind was too cloudy, and the throbbing want between her legs couldn't take it anymore. Wrapping both arms around Marceline's neck, she pulled the other girl into a powerful, needy kiss. Their hands explored each other's bodies, groping and grabbing at soft mounds. It wasn't enough, though; Bonnie had to sate the growing desire that was consuming her, and she could tell that Marceline felt it too.

Dismayed to break the kiss, she sat up and quickly pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it blindly into the room. There was no time to stop and figure out what this was. She couldn't be bothered to care right now. All that mattered was that she needed to feel Marceline against her bare skin.

Bonnie fumbled at her jeans, clumsily undoing the button separating her from bliss. Then she lifted her hips to take them off, but Marceline was impatient. She grabbed the hem of the damned garment and pulled it down, discarding it along with Bonnie's knickers.

The air that hit her bare skin wasn't as cold as she'd expected it to be, and she definitely wasn't as nervous as she'd have thought. Somehow Bonnie knew that she was in good hands.

Marceline kissed her neck, her shoulders, her chest, never lingering in one area for very long before moving further down.

Bonnie's entire body shivered with anticipation. Each time her skin was met with the soft touch of Marceline's lips, her muscles would twitch, and the warmth pooling between her legs became unbearable. She wanted to tell Marceline to stop teasing her, but rushing things would only make this experience over quicker.

Her breathing hitched when she felt a kiss planted at her core, one that sent a shock wave roaring through her bloodstream. She swallowed, looking into the dark eyes that stared back at her. The dilated pupils seemed to be asking her if she truly wanted this, and she did. She needed it. Bonnie bit her lip and nodded, watching as Marceline buried her face between Bonnie's legs.

What came over her next was an intense burst of pleasure that she could not possibly have been prepared for. It washed over her in involuntary spasms and unrestrained moans. She bit her knuckle, embarrassed with how loud she was being, but it did nothing to inhibit the noise.

"M-Marce!"

Bonnie jolted awake, her heart beating in time with her rapidly occurring thoughts. Her brain was far too groggy to attempt piecing together what had just happened, and she was still disoriented from the immediate shock of it all. Soon, her eyes adjusted, and she took a moment to examine her surroundings. The more her vision cleared up, the more the horror of her dream world settled in. There was a drumset in one corner, and a myriad of other instruments laying about. This was her boyfriend's room.

"Bongo. Bongo, wake up," she said, desperately shaking the boy next to her.

Sensing the panic in her voice, he came to consciousness quickly. "Are you okay, Bonnie? What's wrong? Did you have a night terror?"

She hugged herself, confused and shaking. "Please just hold me."

He opened his arms for Bonnie to lay her head on his chest, and kissed her forehead. It was somewhat comforting to have Bongo's arms secured around her, but within a minute he'd fallen asleep again. She couldn't fault him for that, he'd had a long day.

That dream was so surreal, like nothing she'd ever experienced before. It upset her to no end, and for the rest of the night all she could do was cry - sobbing relentlessly, with her head against her sleeping boyfriend's chest.

Bonnie stared at the board at the front of the classroom, feeling empty. Her mind was too clouded for maths right now. Something tugged at her hoodie sleeve, tearing her attention away from the mindless state she'd been stuck in.

"Are you okay, Bonnie?" Aeryn whispered.

She nodded, dragging her mind laboriously away from her current thoughts. "I didn't get very much sleep last night."

"Okay. Well, I've been trying to get your attention for the past ten minutes."

Bonnie closed her eyes for a moment, trying to clear her head. When she opened them again, Aeryn was still watching her. "What was it you needed?"

"I was going to ask if we were still on for tonight, but I think you should just get some rest instead." Aeryn made a face, her brows knitting together in concern.

"I'll be fine. I promise." Although, Bonnie didn't feel that she would be. Something had happened in her dream the night before, something she could never share with anyone else for as long as she lived. "Let me ask you something, Aer."

Her friend took a stack of papers from the person in front of her and, saving one for herself, passed the rest on. "Go ahead, Bonnie. You know you can talk to me about anything."

She took a deep breath and held it, debating whether or not she should bring it up at all. Finally, she said, "Do you ever have really weird dreams? And they just mean nothing at all?"

Aeryn raised an eyebrow. "I haven't, no. I don't think people usually have random dreams. They're meant to be a window to our subconscious. You know, things you're really feeling."

Bonnie chewed the inside of her cheek, frowning. "But people could have meaningless dreams, right? I mean, that doesn't necessarily apply to everyone…"

"Are you okay, Bonnie?" Aeryn narrowed her eyes, hoping to get a glimpse of her friend's inner thoughts.

One of Bonnie's shoulders did a small hop, too drained to fully shrug. "I'm fine. I just had a really long night. I'd rather not talk about it."

She'd only meant that she didn't want to talk about that subject, but Aeryn took it to meaning Bonnie didn't want to talk at all. For the rest of class, she was stuck in her own thoughts.

Try as she might, she could not erase the dream from her memory. More disturbing than that, she could not forget what Aeryn told her: "They're meant to be a window to our subconscious. You know, things you're really feeling."

Bonnie crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back into the cold metal of her seat. I do not have feelings for Marceline. That's absurd. We were friends as kids, but that doesn't automatically establish some kind of intimate bond between us.

Even if she did feel something for Marceline, on any level, she was straight. Bonnie didn't have dirty dreams about girls, or really anyone for that matter, but especially not other girls.

Maybe I was just jealous of seeing her with Phoebe. Not because of their relationship, but because someone I hate so much had gotten so close to my best friend. I'm certainly scared of being replaced by her.

Bonnie applauded her perception of the situation, but it didn't ease the upsetting feeling she'd had all morning. In fact, she only felt more troubled now that she knew she had been replaced.

That was your fault though, Bonnie. You should have kept your mouth shut.

When class was over, she grabbed her school bag, slinging it over her shoulder. Aeryn was already raring to go, but Bonnie would have avoided the next class altogether if it were possible. The less she saw of Marceline that day, the better. She just couldn't afford for her dream to keep resurfacing. It'd robbed her of a good night's rest, and was now threatening to steal her peace of mind.

Bonnie squeezed through the crowd of students in the hall, trailing behind Aeryn. Every day, the two of them traversed the school to where Bongo and their friends would be waiting for them. The meeting place had changed locations several times for the sake of convenience. Thankfully, the only time it ever caused any major confusion was due to a misread text - they'd all been running back and forth to look for each other before eventually giving up altogether. She was looking forward to seeing her boyfriend again, hoping that he could maybe keep her distracted for a while. However, the universe had different plans for her.

"Hey Bonnie," Bongo said, pulling her into a hug when he saw her. "I was just talking to Marce about what we're going to do for Guy's birthday party."

She nodded, glancing over to where Marceline and Phoebe stood. They were talking quietly amongst themselves and laughing. The way they held each other, standing there, made Bonnie sick.

Turning her attention elsewhere, she noticed that Keila was also with them. "Is Guy not here today?"

Bongo shook his head, frowning slightly. "He had to take care of some stuff at home."

"Right." Bonnie's eyes drifted again to the happy couple. Phoebe's arms were wrapped around Marceline's neck now, just like Bonnie's had been in her dream. The painful sting of tears in her eyes made her look away.

Bongo was worried, of course. "Bonnie, are you okay?"

"I am," she said, and she kissed him. A kiss that was all about making her feel better. Why am I like this? Why does it bother me so much? I don't care about their relationship. I don't care.

"I'm off to class then, yeah?" she heard Marceline say.

Bongo broke away to wave goodbye, but Marceline and Phoebe were already rushing away. "Huh. That's odd. She wanted me to go with her to talk to Mr. Carson."

"Probably just in a hurry." Bonnie kissed him again. "I can't wait to see you after school today. Aeryn is excited too, I think."

"Are you sure you're feeling up to it? Pardon me, Bonnie, but you look rubbish." Bongo didn't mean anything bad by it, she knew. She just hadn't realised how much she was projecting.

"I'm fine," she said weakly. "Just tired. I still want to get together tonight though." He didn't look convinced, so she added, "I'll get some coffee after school, okay?"

"Okay." His brow wrinkled, but he let it go, trusting in his girlfriend's words. "I need to get to class too, before the bell rings." Bongo kissed her on the forehead and darted off, in the wrong direction. He'd eventually figure it out on his own… Maybe.

"Care to talk about it?" Keila asked. Everyone else had gone their own way by then.

Bonnie shook her head. "Shouldn't you be getting to class?"

"Rather not. I hate maths. What's wrong, Bonnie?"

"I've got to get to class," she said, walking in the direction of the dreaded science class. Keila walked next to her, still waiting for an answer. "I don't really want to talk about it, ever."

"So you're just going to bottle it up?" She pulled out her phone and glanced at the time on her lock screen. "I'm no psychologist or whatever, but I don't think that's good for you. Everything comes out eventually. If it doesn't, then it stays and haunts you."

Bonnie chewed the inside of her lip, biting hard enough to leave a small bump. "I'd rather not, thanks." Keila was still following her though, and she was brimming with a plethora of odd feelings. "Can we skip class? I'm not looking forward to science at all."

A big grin crossed Keila's face. "Of course, Bon. Let's find a bathroom to hide out in."

She led them down a familiar series of hallways, dodging even the slightest bit of activity. Bonnie recognised where they were heading. If the dream was a knife in her gut, the bathroom Keila chose was a hand twisting the metal in her emotional wounds.

"Could we have gone somewhere else?" Bonnie asked, cringing at the memory of catching Phoebe and Marceline in this same room.

Keila kicked open the stalls, checking to make sure they were alone. "I don't think so. Earle never sends anyone to check this bathroom out. You'd think it would be a more obvious place for people to skip class in, but I guess they're thick. Marce and I used to hide out in here all the time before we got caught."

"I know," Bonnie mumbled. "Are you sure you don't mind skipping with me?"

Keila waved a hand dismissively. "I told you, babes, I hate maths. Just tell me what's been bothering you, okay?"

Bonnie splayed her hands out before her, looking anywhere but at Marceline's closest friend. If she made that connection in her head, it wouldn't matter how much she trusted Keila; she wouldn't be able to do this. "I had a really weird dream." Am I really about to tell her all of this? After I literally just decided to repress it and never discuss it with anyone? "It was about Marceline." To Keila of all people? Marceline's friend? If I speak with her on this it'll automatically become something it's not. Bonnie ran a hand through her hair, contemplating whether or not it would be wise to expose something about herself that she knew was inconsequential. In the end, she decided that some things were better left unsaid - or at least, unspecified. "I think I messed up our relationship. I got so caught up in making Phoebe pay for two-timing my friends that it backfired, and now Marceline won't talk to me." She sighed. "I don't know, Keila. I think it makes me a bit jealous that Phoebe and Marceline are so close now. Does that make sense?"

Keila narrowed her eyes, staring into Bonnie's subconscious. "No, it's cool. I totally understand the jealousy thing. Marce hardly has any time for anything else anymore. I mean… She did, but after this last weekend she's been really distant from everyone. I'm thinking that something happened out there in the woods that changed her." She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against the tiled wall of the bathroom. "Do you want to tell me about your dream? Maybe I could help you figure out what it means."

A blush crept up Bonnie's neck. "No, I don't think I'd like to talk about that after all. I just had this bad dream, and I think it's telling me that I don't know how to deal with this. Not being close to her, I mean."

"You think?"

"No, I know," she amended, quickly. "It's definitely telling me that."

Keila nodded her head slowly, her tongue visibly running back and forth over her teeth under her upper lip. She stared into space, thinking for a time. "It's probably not a good idea to talk to her just yet. I can't make heads or tails of how she's feeling anymore. She's definitely angry with you for trying to tear down Phoebe like that. And I've got to admit, Bonnie, what you did was really fucked up."

It stung to finally hear the words that everyone had been thinking - she'd messed up, big time. Since that night around the campfire, no one had treated her quite the same. They still acted friendly around her, to be sure, but there was that glint of judgement shimmering in the deeper, darker parts of their eyes.

"But… I understand why you did it, and I can't say that I wouldn't do the same thing."

Bonnie's shoulders sagged, relieved that Keila didn't totally hate her. If only Marceline could see that she'd had good intentions as well, but they hadn't talked since. "So what do you think I should do?"

"Let things cool off. We'll figure it out from there," Keila said, studying her. "Let me ask you something, Bonnie. Because I'm curious… If you and Marce never spoke again, for the rest of your lives, how would that make you feel?"

I already know how that feels. I already know what it feels like to lose the most important person in my life, and then to lose all hope of ever getting her back. Bonnie opened her mouth to answer, but what came out was a loud, high-pitched whimper.

Keila's eyes went wide, and she rushed to Bonnie, pulling her into a tight embrace. "I'm sorry," she said, petting Bonnie's hair. "I'm sorry. That was out of line."

She buried her face in the other girl's shoulder, babbling on about how she couldn't imagine losing Marceline a second time, and how she didn't want to even think about living a life without her best friend by her side. The words came out as sniffly remnants of senseless sentences.

She apologised for getting Keila's shirt wet, and for venting so sloppily, but all the other girl did was hold Bonnie and promise that everything would be okay in the end. That, Keila said, she knew for sure.

Bonnie was hoping her parents would be home. Their schedules had all been so full lately that she hadn't even had the chance to introduce them to her boyfriend yet. Setting her bag down, she took a moment to collect herself. The stresses of today weighed heavily on her shoulders. Even now, when she could finally relax, she felt as though the world as she knew it was collapsing and all she could do was watch.

Perhaps it would not have been so bad if Marceline wasn't ignoring her. Every time she saw Bonnie and Bongo together, she would take off before either of them could spark up a conversation - even just a friendly 'hello'. It was frustrating, because regardless of Keila's wisdom on letting things settle, she wanted to apologise right then for everything.

"Do you have any fruits lying about?" Bongo asked, peeking his head around her door.

"My mum keeps them in the refrigerator. Sorry for taking so long." Bonnie smiled, trying to chipper up in the face of everything. "I can show you, actually."

Searching the refrigerator yielded a small plastic container filled with a mix of blackberries, strawberries, and white currants. Bonnie wasn't sure what her mother was keeping them for, but now was as good a time as any to use it. She handed it off to Bongo who then handed it to Aeryn.

"Could you please rinse these off for me?" he asked, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. He smiled at Bonnie - a big, yet somewhat shy smile that reminded her of why she was attracted to him in the first place. "You can help too if you'd like, but please wash your hands first."

Happy to immerse herself in anything but her thoughts, she did as she was asked. It was such a relief to spend time with them today. Bonnie watched them for a time, proud to have both of these wonderful people in her life. Aeryn was soaking the fruits in water, running her hands through them aimlessly while Bongo set about gathering all the ingredients necessary to cook… whatever it was he had in mind.

"You know," Aeryn began, "people usually act so much like their friends. You're so different from Guy and Marceline."

Bongo set a package of flour down on the counter, making a face when a puff of white powder flew into the air. "Oh, that's where you're wrong. I think if you got to know them a bit better, you'd see that we're all quite alike."

"I've known Marceline for as long as I can remember. You're nothing at all like her," Aeryn said, draining water from the container.

Bongo hummed quietly to himself. "Well, maybe you don't know her as well as you think you do." He smiled, thinking about something unknown to either of the girls. "Marceline and I are really close on an emotional level. I think she just comes off a bit harsh, but she's really just more open about how she's feeling."

Aeryn considered that for a moment before nodding. "And Guy Carson?"

Bongo hesitated for a moment, his hand frozen on a mixing bowl. "Guy's…" Bongo's face scrunched up. "He's not the person everyone thinks he is." Bonnie knew how he felt about the science teacher's son. In fact, each of Guy's friends appeared to be incredibly protective of him, though the only face Bonnie ever saw was that of a total jerk. Bongo continued, "He just makes fun of everything because he's unhappy. It just so happens that his humour is really vulgar."

"You have so much faith in him," Aeryn thought aloud. "It's kind of admirable, but I don't think being unhappy really excuses his behaviour."

Bongo sucked his cheeks in, frowning. "No, it doesn't excuse him for the way he treats other people… but he'd just rather run away from his problems. His mum left him at a very young age, and his dad has some frightening problems of his own. Guy has a good heart; he's just been dealt a bad hand."

Aeryn and Bonnie exchanged a look. Neither of them knew much at all about the Carson family, but if Bongo said he was a good person, they were both willing to believe it. Either way, he'd never done anything too horrendous. His humour was filthy, and he was a bit of an arse sometimes… but he wasn't as bad as they'd made him out to be.

Bonnie squeezed his arm, lovingly. "You know him better than we do. I trust you."

"I apologise for pressing the matter," Aeryn said, sincerely.

Bongo smiled, and his frustrations dissipated. "That's okay, I know you're both reasonable people. I just wish he wasn't so reluctant to show off his softer side. Bonnie, could you help me with this?"

"Of course," she said. He'd given her the easier tasks - adding flour and salt into the mixing bowl so he could stir it, as well as butter and all the other ingredients required in the mixture. When he was satisfied with the clump of dough, he dumped it out onto a floured sheet of parchment paper and kneaded it. Aeryn and Bonnie watched in curious amazement as he worked it into a fine mix, and then expertly shaped it into a ball.

"There we go." Bongo set it on a plate and took it to the refrigerator. "We've got an hour to kill before that's ready, but it's better if we let it sit longer. Would the two of you fancy watching a film in our spare time? Or we could do something else."

"A film sounds lovely. I'll go get a DVD from my room." Bonnie had a few favourites that she and Aeryn hadn't watched together yet, but she wasn't sure what Bongo was interested in; he'd never talked about any hobbies outside of music.

Hm... What do I have that a boy would like? She stared at her collection, hoping the answer would jump out at her with a big sign saying 'pick me! pick me!' - so far, she had no luck.

"Was Jake not able to come today?" she heard Bongo ask from the kitchen.

"He had to take Finn and Bea home. I'm sure he would have, but I thought this would be a good time to get to know you better."

Bongo chuckled, a genuine laugh with a hint of nervousness. "Am I meeting your standards so far?"

"I do rather like you for Bonnie. You're sweet, and you stick up for your friends. Those values are really important to have, I think, and not many people adhere to them these days."

Bonnie smiled at that. If Aeryn truly thought that Bongo was good for her, she had no doubt that they were a perfect couple.

Her eyes settled on a film. It was one of those that was rife with comedy, action, and romance. Of all her films, this one was the most likely to appeal to all three of their interests. Grabbing the case from its spot on the shelf, she returned to the lounge where both of her guests were getting comfortable. Bonnie smiled, watching the two of them talk to each other. With a wistful sigh, she wished that Marceline could have been there with them.

Bonnie tossed and turned all night. There'd been such a wonderful ending to her crappy day: getting to spend time with Aeryn and Bongo, introducing him to her parents - who liked him quite a bit as well - and having fruit-filled egg custard tarts. However, she couldn't shake the restless feeling that kept her up. All her thoughts kept turning to that awful dream, and how dearly she missed Marceline's friendship. Maybe she just wasn't exhausted enough to sleep, even though she'd been running on fumes all day.

M-Marce!

She buried her face in a pillow, embarrassed of her own private thoughts. Something about that dream had awoken a growling need inside of her. It was as if she could feel the dream happening, and worst of all, she wanted to feel more of that pleasurable ache in her loins.

It was wrong of her though… or at least, it was wrong to think of someone besides her boyfriend. Perhaps - for the sake of scientific experimentation - she could revisit the dream, this time replacing Marceline with Bongo. It was worth a shot if it meant possibly erasing the vision from her mind. Would it be okay for her to try it? She and Bongo had never spoken about these kinds of things, and she didn't want to step out of line - even if she was the only one who would ever know about it.

Bonnie bit her lip, exhaling slowly. Her hand had been resting on her stomach, innocently enough. Someone could walk in at any moment to check on me, she thought, but despite proper logic, she found her hand inching towards the hem of her pyjama bottoms.

Closing her eyes, she slid her hand into her underwear. She imagined Bongo - his muscular arms and strong jawline. She imagined him in the same position Marceline had taken in her dream. She tried to think of him doing more to her, but the thought was hard to grasp hold of. Even with years of learning human anatomy, she couldn't fathom how sexual intercourse would look or feel.

She supposed she could go without the imagery, because what she was doing felt really good… but as her mind slipped further into bliss, it conjured up its own fantasy.

Bonnie grit her teeth. Get out of my head, Marceline. You're ruining this for me.

It was a lie, of course. Thinking of Marceline only brought her closer to this divine ecstasy. Her hand worked faster, and the uncontrollable feeling she'd dreamt of returned. Bonnie's head fell back, a low rumble sounding from her throat, beating against the back of her closed mouth.

Blinking rapidly, she tried to piece together what had just happened. Her eyes burned again, and she found herself sobbing herself dry for the second night in a row. How sick and twisted could she be to have indecent thoughts about her childhood best friend - a girl that she'd had play dates with when they were small. Worst of all, how could she think these things about someone who hated her so much? Was jealousy such a powerful monster that it could turn a modest friendship into some abhorrent delusion? At least in her subconscious she had an excuse, but it'd happened again when she was fully awake.

Perhaps, Bonnie decided, it would be best for everyone if she and Marceline never spoke again. Whatever it was that created this impurity lay within their reconnecting. This wasn't her. She wasn't a sexual person, and she definitely wasn't interested in girls. Cutting Marceline out of her life was necessary; some things in life demanded sacrifice, and it wasn't like they were currently on good terms anyway. Perhaps the great whatever-it-was that hid among the stars and controlled fate was trying to tell her something. So many different things were passing through her mind, winding down the more sleepy she became.

Bonnie's last thoughts as she dozed off were of how disgusted Marceline would be if she knew that she was the object of Bonnie's intimate dreams. The thought broke her heart. Worse was the idea that Marceline would hate her even more than she did now if she ever found out.

Don't worry, Marceline. I hate myself enough right now for the both of us.