Monday, August 13th

As most first days, her classes would be pretty uneventful. It usually consisted of receiving the itinerary and rules. If she was lucky, possibly one would give a lecture...But she was used to this by now. This was her 5th semester. Not at UC but in college in general.

However, even though the classes would be uneventful, her morning had been quite the opposite.

Her encounters with Marceline only seemed to end with strife. As soon as her alarm went off at 8, any time she touched anything or moved in any way would make a loud obnoxious noise. Such as the bed squeaking when she got up, the faucet's water pressure is much higher than she expected, accidentally knocking over a stack of books on her desk. She probably deserved the glares that Marceline kept giving her.

Didn't help that when Marceline gave up on falling back asleep, Bonnie also happened to walk right into her, steaming tea in hand. Marceline was pissed, to say the least.

So considering when she walked in the main building to find Marceline screaming at some poor woman, she wasn't surprised in the slightest.

"What do you mean you can't switch me out?" Marceline demanded, her voice slowly raising more and more as she spoke. "My RA said to come here for sorority reassignments."

The woman at the front desk tried hard not to cringe and/or cry. Or at least that's what Bonnie took from her expression. She had always been excellent at reading people. Saying that, she didn't understand why Marceline was acting like this. She seemed like she was fine with Bonnie until she brought up her eyes. Then everything went to hell after that point.

"I'm sorry," The assistant tried, her voice wavering. "But Simon insisted-"

"I don't care what Simon insisted." She warned, clenching the corner of the desk. The corners of her mouth creasing as well.

Marceline's eyes read nothing but complete aggravation. Though she didn't like to admit it, she was absolutely terrified of living with anyone but Keila. For one, how could she possibly play and sing with this girl-who she knew nothing of-in the room? Exactly, she couldn't.

"Marceline," Came a soft voice from behind the two girls who both turned simultaneously.

A rather average-sized man stood in front of the doors, books in hand, looking at Marceline sternly. His white, scraggly beard reached to his mid-chest, curling and twisting itself as it may. And behind his clear, circular glasses held kind orbs that seemed to hold multiple thoughts that roamed aimlessly about.

He sighed gently, walking toward the girls, a small smile displayed on his lips. "How did I know you'd be here?" He chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Because you know me awfully well. I think you might have made a small mistake don't you think?" She asked, jerking her thumb in Bonnibel's direction. Her tone was noticeably less aggressive.

She knows the dean?

Bonnibel frowned and looked back at the old man as if he would stop her from continuing.

"Oh no." He shook his head, walking past them, heading down the corridor to the left. "It was no mistake." Marceline followed, leaving the still horrified assistant to herself. Bonnibel trailed behind, not really knowing what else to do.

"Simon, you know how much I need Keila." Marceline reminded him.

He nodded, grabbing the multitude of keys from his pocket. "And she didn't go far. She's across the hall from you." He stated, knowing that the girl was already aware of this.

"Then why put me with what's-her-face?" She demanded, throwing her arms around in exasperation.

Bonnibel's frown returned. "It's Bonnibel."

"With Bonnibel." She corrected with annoyance, shooting the girl a look. She rolled her eyes and looked back at Simon, continuing on with their conversation.

Bonnie looked away. She honestly didn't understand why she was so upset over the fact that she was stuck with her.

"Marceline," Simon started. "You know exactly why you're roomed with Ms. Bennett." He gave the girl a small reassuring smile. Bonnie was quite happy that he had. It eased her nerves a little bit.

"God," Marceline growled, clenching her fists. "Did you interview her or something? To get the job of babysitting me?" She glared at the pinkette again.

Simon shot Marceline a glance. "Oh, you know that's not what it is at all." He reached his office, turning the key and entering.

"Then what is it that you're pulling?" She practically yelled.

He placed his book down and sat at his desk. "You need to open up." His voice was calm, not to make her any more irritated. "I thought placing you with her would make you try. I'm not changing my mind. Now go to class. We'll discuss this later."

Marceline only rolled her eyes before heading out the door.

Bonnie stayed for a moment longer when the dean spoke up.

"I'm sorry about her." Simon breathed, cutting the silence. His fingertips touched each other in front of him, elbows on his desk as he leaned forward the slightest bit. "If she gives any trouble don't hesitate to tell me, alright?"

The girl only nodded, heading out of the office.

"Oh and Bonnibel?" She glanced back in the doorway for a moment more. "As a warning, she does bite. Bye now, good luck with your classes."

She gave a smile and a wave before exiting the room, heading to her first class.


Fuck, She thought.

"Oh no." Keila commented immediately.

Marceline glanced over at the somewhat shorter girl, though her curly "afro" technically made up for her height and more. She was technically shorter though. Unlike Marceline, her dark skin was fair and her eyes always filled with kindness. This usually attracted people. Ah yes, she was almost opposite in appearance.

Marceline had deep brown-red eyes that tended to scare off people instead of attracting them. She never tanned, something that always bothered her. It wasn't as if she was pale, her medium skin glowed in the sunlight, but her wavy hair covered half of her skin.

"What?" She asked, plucking chords on her new acoustic.

"You're thinking," Keila commented, placing her acoustic on the grass beside her. "Tell me what's going on in that brilliant brain of yours."

Marceline rolled her eyes over the comment 'brilliant' but complied.

"The roommate thing." She stated simply, sliding her fingers across the neck playing-what she had to admit -a pretty sweet rift.

Keila raised an eyebrow. "Still?"

"Well yeah," Marceline exclaimed, throwing her right hand in the air. "It's only been half a day."

Keila rolled her eyes, falling into the soft grass, her hands pulling up some to throw on Marceline. She only flinched, brushing it off. "I'm right across the hall. You can come over any time."

"Yeah…" She sighed. "But who am I going to have talks with at two in the morning? Pinky?" Keila gave a lighthearted smile, sitting up to put her hand on her friend's shoulder.

"She seems nice, Marce. It couldn't hurt to try. I think Simon's right on this one. You need this." Marceline sighed again, placing her guitar on her lap.

"She's a scientist." She stated simply.

Keila's brow raised. "And?"

"And," The pitch of her voice went slightly lower. "She's bound to study my eyes."

Keila understood almost immediately. "Well," She sighed, taking her hand back so she could play her guitar again. "You could always let her." Marceline instantly shot her a look. Keila only smiled, strumming a dissonant chord to annoy her further.

"Great idea, I should give her my family history too, huh?" Marceline huffed, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. "My whole God-damn lineage?"

"It's not my fault you're albino." She tried hard to keep her smile hidden.

"Not albino." Marceline shot back, squinting. "I'm not white enough for that."

Keila finally let her smile shine through. "Then what is it?"

Marceline shrugged, running a hand through her ebony hair that felt softer than it had been recently.

Suddenly remembering that her next class was about to start, she stood, Keila eyeing her as she spun the strap of her guitar around so it was laying comfortably against her back. She bolted on the strap last night to lull her thoughts from calling Simon yet again. By that time, she had called at least five times with no answer.

Last night was hell...How am I going to do this again?

"I have class in a few. Want to meet for lunch?"

The other girl nodded. "I don't have any other asshole to hang out with. Coffee maybe?"

"Sure," Marceline stuck her hands deep in her pocket. "I'll pay this time. See you at one." She took her leave, plucking the lint out of her pockets and flicking it onto the sidewalk.


Entering the class, Marceline sat in the seat farthest away from the teacher, setting her guitar next to her. No one sat up there, they liked being close and personal to write down notes and hear the teacher as best as they could. Or as the professors liked to call them the "A" students.

Marceline hadn't always been the biggest fan of history but, somehow she always passed with flying colors regardless if she paid attention or not. Probably because it was the same thing every year. It had been since the beginning of middle school, although she enjoyed the snarky comments from college professors more.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she laid her head against the back of the seat that was padded with leather and stuffing. It was almost like a really long booth at typical restaurants. It made the seat great for taking naps which yes, she would do a lot in this class.

Just as she closed her eyes there was a poke in her side. Opening one eye, she saw her least favorite character sitting beside her.

"What's that look for?" Lillian asked. She poked her again in the side, receiving an annoyed grunt.

"I'm not interested." Marceline sighed, closing her eyes again hoping she would leave her alone. If she was really being honest with herself, she knew that this girl wouldn't leave. Lillian never left her alone no matter what threats or comments Marceline threw her way. She couldn't tell if it was loyalty, determination or just plain stupidity.

"Why not, babe?"

Marceline's eyes snapped back open, giving Lillian another glare. "Don't call me that." She warned, gritting her teeth.

"Why not?" She bit her lip, getting closer as if Marceline was playing some kind of sexual game with her.

"We're not dating. Never have, never will." Marceline remarked, lazily pushing Lillian's face away.

Lillian smirked, crossing her legs. "That's just a title, and by the way, playing hard to get," She suddenly got closer and whispered into her ear, "I like it." It sent a noticeable chill down Marceline's back. And this wasn't out of pleasure, but that's what Lillian took it as. Lillian chuckled and stood, heading towards a closer seat when the professor entered the room.

The rocker grunted, laying back into her earlier position. Not even two seconds later she could hear someone sitting beside her. Opening her eyes again they landed on the pinkette.

"Hey." Bonnibel greeted shyly, giving a little wave of her hand.

Marceline grumbled loudly, putting her hands over her face. You've got to be fucking kidding me.

"I don't know anyone else so I decided to sit here, is that okay?" She stated, taking out pen and paper, neatly placing it in a certain order on the table in front of her. Great, she was OCD too? Wonderful, just fan-fucking-tastic!

She clicked her tongue against the inside of her mouth. "What made you think it was okay to sit by me?"

Bonnie's face turned a reddish color and Marceline couldn't quite tell how she felt about that. "Simon said I could-"

"Of course he did." She grumbled, leaning back against the seat, unintentionally hitting her head against it harder than what she was meaning to. She tried to hide the obvious pain.

"Listen," Marceline shot her a glance. Bonnie shot one right back, but it didn't faze her. "I know we had a rough start and it's pretty apparent that we're stuck with each other for right now. So it might be easier if you at least try to act civil."

"I don't have to do shit, princess." Her eyes turned to the front just as the professor started speaking. Bonnie's eyes didn't leave Marceline's face for a moment, continuing to glare at her for a moment more.

Blinking, she turned her attention to the front as Marceline had and listened intensely while the other girl started napping.

Marceline wasn't really napping. No. She was much too frustrated to nap. In fact, the only thing she wanted to do was slam her guitar over her roommate's head. 'Bonnie' just rubbed her the wrong way. Like…like…fingernails against a chalkboard, or a bad chord on the guitar. Oh yes, that was what she was, that wrong note in a symphony. That sour, out of tune note that only oboes could pull off.

She wasn't sure what it was about this girl that she hated specifically. Maybe she was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. If so, she found this girl to be a complete idiot for even talking to her in the first place. She almost had that quality of determination or whatever it was that Lillian had. She didn't take not-so-subtle hints either. Then again she didn't seem as insufferable as Lillian...

Maybe she would apologize later.

She internally rolled her eyes at herself and sighed, finally falling asleep.


"Bonnibel," Rain called, running up behind her in…rainbow track-shorts. Well alright.

"Hey," She took a few steps forward to meet her halfway.

"You want to go out for coffee? A few friends of mine are coming with and since you're new I thought you could meet some people."

Bonnie thought a moment. She didn't exactly have anything else to do and she wasn't really wanting to see her roommate at this point. Jeez, what was her problem anyway…

"Sure. Where are we headed?"

"Coffee kingdom." She jerked her thumb behind her, indicating the general area. "It's just across the street. When's your next class?"

"I finished all of my classes for the day."

"Aw perfect." She pulled on Bonnie's arm towards the direction of the café, her hair falling in Bonnie's face as they walked. "So where are you from Bonnibel?" She asked almost immediately, a bright smile stuck on her features and man did it radiate. She almost needed sunglasses.

"Cincinnati." She answered simply, pushing a strand of hair out of her face.

"Ah," The taller girl exclaimed as if it had been blatantly obvious. "So you're not used to the consistent weather?" She nodded in reply. "Other than droughts here and there, it's pretty much always the same. But I think you'll like it. The only downside is we don't get snow."

She trailed off before looking back at the pinkett with another smile. It was a goofy, toothy grin and they were flawlessly white. Not just flawlessly white, but Crest commercial white.

Bonnie smiled in return, stopping at the crosswalk when the other girl did.

"Well besides being a super nerd, what do you do for fun?" Bonnie rolled her eyes but thought.

"I work on experiments." She started, crossing the street with Rain in step. "In a lab with my uncle sometimes."

"So in other words, you're fucking lame as hell."

The pinkette chuckled. "It's no secret." Rain nodded and opened the door to the supposed Coffee Kingdom.

The inside was roomy, yet cozy and homelike. Instead of café like tables throughout the establishment, private booths were set up against the walls, with the exception of a lone table in the far back. She also liked the color scheme. The main color was this light apple red with a cream detail, which matched the smell. She imagined they did this on purpose. A subtle way to make you crave their delectable treats.

A flash of waving hands caught Bonnie's attention away from her examination. A mix of people sat in one of the bigger, rounder booths. One she recognized as Lillian who, at the moment, wasn't paying the least bit attention to her or Rain, but more on her boy toy. Another she spotted out was Marshal who seemed sober at the moment, sitting next to Garrison who waved excitedly at Bonnibel.

Approaching, Rain wrapped an arm over her shoulder. "I hope you don't mind, but I brought a nerd."

"Of course not," Garrison said, giving a lighthearted smile. Bonnie couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not.

"I ran into her?" Marshall asked at a loud whisper.

An evenly tanned hand shot out just a little ways away from her face, connected to a younger boy in a plain blue t-shirt. His golden locks were halfway concealed under a white beanie that was stitched from what she guessed was an animal-esk material.

"Finn," He said enthusiastically. "Finn Mertins."

Bonnie shook his heavily gripped hand.

"Bonnibel Bennett."

Rain, pulling her off to the other side of the table sat by a tall brunette who, astoundingly, was taller than Rain. That was saying something since Rain almost hit the six-foot mark. "Bonnie, this is Jake." Who she assumed was Jake held out his hand out. It was noted that his hand was scuffed from work and looked callused. She shook his hand too.

"It's a pleasure." He remarked, pulling his hand back to scratch at his scruff of a beard.

She smiled. The whole group seemed nice enough, apart from Lillian who was receiving kisses from whoever he was. And somehow, for some strange reason, she found that she quite liked this group. She knew she didn't know them well but that she would figure them all out, and like every single one of them. Except for Lillian.


Finishing up her coffee and apple pie slice, after a thirty-minute begging session on Keila's part to stay and go to the music shop with her, Marceline insisted on going home. And Keila, who wasn't sure why Marceline was acting so weird, decided to stick with her.

"I'm just saying it's peculiar." Keila huffed, tucking her small dark hands into her jean pockets.

"I just don't want to go, okay?" Marceline tried, holding back the small bit of anger in her voice. "Something's telling me not to."

"I trust your judgment then. Thinking he'll be there?" Marceline knew whom she was referring to and still decided to avoid that disaster of a conversation.

"No. This is different." She suddenly stopped at the crosswalk, pulling on the edge of Keila's shirt to stop her from walking. Just then a car sped past, expelling a wave of wind in their direction.

Marceline gave a sideways glance at Keila before proceeding to cross the street, the other girl following close behind, even holding onto the edge of Marceline's jacket.

"That doesn't count as your different feeling you know," Keila tried, the grip on her jacket tightening. "You forced us to go this way."

Marceline only rolled her eyes, before she glancing down at the somewhat shorter girl who was giving her a compelling glare.

"I didn't force you to do shit." She sighed, stopping at the dorm's porch, watching as Keila sat on the steps. "Just something else-" Her words then caught in her throat and an immediate glare struck her features. She could tell this would be an ongoing thing for quite some time.

Bonnie, looking as…pink as she had the other night, walked alongside Rain who was hand in hand with Jake, whom she'd hung out with several times over the years. He was wearing his trademarked bright yellow hoodie with UC stitched on the back. Just last year he had graduated with a marketing degree.

Unlike almost everyone else on campus, Marceline actually liked Rain and Jake. She thought their relationship was simplistic and not too overbearing, unlike most others. Over the last two years that she had attended UC she noticed Rain was the most down to earth person she had ever met, or would ever meet. Well, she and Jake both were calm in their own way. Jake was an easy going guy, trying not to cause conflict with anyone, but still continued to be the heroic type. Rain on the other hand was…well, a stoner.

Of course, Rain's conflict radar detected Marceline's sour attitude towards the junior, and instead of saying a word and God forbid creating a problem, she smiled at Marceline. But it wasn't that nice smile she gave people as she walked down the street, no, it was the, 'Please don't do this' smile that she only seemed to give Marceline. That smile would probably be a daily occurrence.

Unfortunately, she complied with a huff, falling back into one of the swing chairs and let her head rest on the back of the seat. She just watched the ceiling, looking over the small cracks and indents that multiplied over the years.

"No, thank you for inviting me." She heard Bonnie's sugary voice over her thoughts.

The rocker looked back at the scene just as Rain and Jake were walking away, Bonnie doing the same in the opposite direction, towards the house. There was a quick glance from the girl, who suddenly looked away, embarrassed. Which was fine, but Marceline couldn't look away, her glance just stayed on the girl. Entranced…She immediately justified it as sizing her up, which admittedly she did often, more out of protection than anything else.

She almost made it to the door when Keila started up a conversation. "You're Bonnie, right?"

Thanks Keila.

The pinkette looked down on the step where Keila sat, glanced at Marceline, and for some reason decided to stay and chat.

"Yeah," She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, unsure of what she was supposed to say or do.

"No need to be nervous, Marceline won't bite." She insisted, patting the place right beside her. Bonnie did as she was requested, though skeptical of that last part. "So Bonnie," Keila started, ignoring the glares Marceline was giving her. "Why UC?"

"Because I was sick of Ohio State."

"I'm surprised miss priss and prim is from Farmville." Marceline commented quickly, shifting her weight and looking away from the conversation.

"Marceline!" Keila turned her body around fully just to yell at the black-haired rocker, but the glare was almost completely denied by Marceline's body language and lack of eye contact.

"Ohio isn't all cornfields, just most of it..." Bonnie commented, her cheeks still stained red with embarrassment.

Keila turned back around with a sigh. "I'm sure that gets boring quick."

"I suppose. OSU They threw a lot of parties. Wasn't really my thing."

"I'm going inside." Marceline announced, standing and making her way towards the door. In all honesty, she couldn't stand to be in a conversation where she couldn't make witty banter. That was completely against her sarcastic nature, obviously. "You can join me when you feel like writing." And just like that, she disappeared, hiding behind the insulated walls.