Wednesday, October 31st
Halloween, the scariest time of the year. A night full of candy, tricks and slutty young adults in skimpy outfits. Even as college students, Marshal and Garrison could enjoy the festivities. Simon usually had his Halloween Bash at the house with fellow coworkers and other staff. Thankfully with no other place to go, there was the Delta Chi frat house that would be throwing their usual parties. The college campus was full of campus security. There were a lot more tricks here than out on the streets tonight as per usual. College kids really liked messing with campo, especially when drunk.
Once again, this year Marshal would be in charge of the campus pranks. This year wouldn't be his best, due to his awful planning. Garrison had thankfully helped. Marshal wanted to solely be behind the planning. He was the mastermind, meaning he would get all of the credit.
Marshal and Garrison were like commanders of this trickery. There were 3 sections of the campus yard that they targeted. Usually, most of the security was there during the day. They had found a few people to help set up traps without being seen.
Garrison suggested buying the live lady bugs from Amazon and using that as a trap. Marshal didn't understand how the trap was set up, but thankfully there were some engineers and architecture majors helping him out with his plan.
Though Marshal was a trickster at heart, his ideas were already used from previous years and his new tricks weren't all that clever. He wished he could say that his mind was clear, but it wasn't. She was still on his mind. Yes, he knew it would never happen and that fairy tales and happy endings never come true. The thought of her kept him alive somehow.
She was out drinking that night with a few friends, or at least that's what he had heard from a few of his partying friends. They said he should meet up with her and apologize, even Garrison agreed. Then again Garrison was drunk. He had his 21st birthday not long ago and used it to his advantage. He consumed a great amount within the first thirty minutes of the party. That wasn't exactly a good thing, but Marshal was happy he was letting go of his strict side, even if it was for a night.
Garrison drunk was the equivalent to Marshal sober. It was actually nice to see him so relaxed.
"Pst," Garrison whispered, grabbing his friend's sides. "I got you another beer." Marshal half glared.
"Thanks, bud. What's with…" Marshal let go of his question. They had very little contact That was just their relationship. He didn't necessarily hate being touched, but he thought it was off. "Never mind."
"Mhm, I think Connor Dee likes me. We might go," He chuckled. "Ya know. I thought I'd tell you so you didn't walk in-like that one time I-"
"Yeah yeah, I apologized for that."
"Yup, it's still funny though." Marshal liked Garrison's laugh. It was genuine. Weird as hell, but genuine. It was like, he was heaving but whistling. Yeah, there was no way he could explain it. "I have to tell you, I am glad we're friends. Even though you're a jackass."
Marshal took a drink of the bottle in his hand, rolling his eyes. "Whatever. You're drunk."
"As fuck, Marshy."
Marshal glanced over at him, giving him the look. "Don't ever fucking call me that."
Garrison pouted. Marshal had to admit it was kind of cute when he tried to be cute. "Hey," Garrison prodded a finger in Marshal's chest lightly. He then gave a goofy smile. "See? Jackass." Garrison patted his friend's shoulder and turned around, almost tripping over himself. "See ya Marshy~"
Marshal sighed, letting a smile evade his lips. He had to admit, he really liked this side of Garrison.
Rain tried to beg Bonnie to come with her to an underground party tonight. She almost did, then remembered what happened when she went to the concert with Marceline. That in itself stopped her. She knew underground parties would be worse than that "not rave". Rain ended up taking a few girls from Sigma Kappa with her. Lillian went with her newest boyfriend to a Frat party on the other side of campus, which was where Marceline was headed that night.
Maybe in some way she could convince her not to go.
Marceline was already out buying drinks with Keila at a nearby bar. Marceline's birthday was soon but she wasn't twenty-one yet. She knew she had a fake license.
Marceline didn't drink often. In fact, to Bonnie's knowledge, she only did on special occasions. In the last month, she had drank twice, tonight being one night. Besides that, she couldn't recall any stories before then.
Bonnie took out her phone and found Marceline's name at the top of her messages. Why don't you stay home tonight? She typed out, sending it and hoping Marceline would read it soon.
It took a few minutes before Marceline replied. I told Keila I would be her designated driver. Bonnie bit her lip, hoping Marceline wasn't going to make the stupid decision of drinking and driving.
What did you have to drink?
Only a shot, it won't do anything for me. Honestly. I don't want to take care of her, you remember last time. At the time she and Marceline were just starting to get along, Keila accidentally hit her in the eye. She didn't mean to, but Marceline stormed off to leave Keila by herself. If Marceline drank more, she would surely leave her friend again.
Bonnie regretted sending the next text. After all, she hated parties and also having to run into Lillian. Do you want me to be there with you?
Downstairs some of the Sigma Kappa residents were watching a horror movie marathon with all the classics. Scary movies really weren't Bonnie's thing, but she did like the supernatural concepts.
Bonnie walked up the stairs into her room. It was mostly quiet, or at least quiet enough to study for the end of the year exams that were coming up within a month. She liked to study, even if she already knew the information well enough. It kept her at ease.
Her screen lit up. As much as I love your company, Princess, I don't think you'll have too much fun here. There was another text that was sent after that one. I'll call you If I drink any more, promise.
Bonnie was just glad Marceline was being somewhat responsible.
She set the phone down and started picking through the pages of her notebook, skimming the beginning and skipping past the things she knew very well. She sat there for a while reading through the content, writing down more notes here and there.
Her phone suddenly vibrated.
Hey, princess ;) She had to be drunk by this point. It had been two hours since their last conversation.
Do you need me to pick you up? In a matter of seconds she received another text.
Can we talk?
Of course, where are you?
The frat party. I'll wait outside. Bonnie slipped her shoes on and grabbed her jacket from the rack beside the front entrance. She didn't drive down to the other building, as it wasn't necessary. It was only a few blocks away from Sigma Kappa, but far enough away to not hear the loud music booming from the insides of the building.
Marceline, as promised, was lying on the front lawn of the dorm, splayed out looking at the stars. She draped her leather jacket over herself, using it as a blanket. The jacket only covered her torso, leaving her loose ripped jeans exposed to the light breeze.
"Hey, Marcy, ready to go home?"
Marceline patted beside her, staring up at the sky still. Bonnie did was she was told, knowing she couldn't fight the girl in her current state. She was too stubborn. Too drunk. "Keila said something weird."
"What's that?" Bonnie watched Marceline as her lips moved, trying to form words. The alcohol was clinging onto the young Abadeer, invading Bonnie's fragile nose. The younger girl didn't mind. All that mattered was that she was close to her crush.
She turned her head to look at Bonnie. "Did you know Keila and Guy were dating?"
Bonnie had figured out they were together from the very beginning. They stayed close together at all times, left early together and frequently hung out without Marceline. Bonnie knew their little group of friends had personal relationships with each other, but it was quite obvious that Keila was trying her hardest to hide it from her best friend. "No, I didn't know." She lied.
"Man, me neither. I just like...thought they were close, you know..." She glanced over at Bonnie with a sad smile. "like us." Close like us. Bonnie liked her. Marceline most likely shared similar feelings. How was she not catching on to her not-so-subtle hints? Every time she cuddled into her it wasn't platonic. What friend just sniffs their friend's shirt? "I was thinking…" Marceline turned her gaze back on the stars. "I know you like Braco and I've been wondering for a while why you weren't dating him. Then the Keila thing happened…Are you two dating? I don't want you to feel like you have to keep stuff from me."
Marceline bit her lip, unable to look at her friend.
"I would have told you. I'm horrible at hiding secrets." Obviously. Though Bonnie was considered a genius, she was still human, with very obvious emotions.
Marceline gave a nod, sitting herself up. "I might need some help up. I'm a little dizzy." Bonnie helped her up, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her balanced, though she hardly needed it.
"No more drinks, Abadeer."
"Wasn't going to. Thanks though."
Bonnie didn't talk the rest of the way home, content with the silence. Her thoughts were too loud to be considered silent. It felt like she was being suffocated by all of the questions in her head. She didn't like all the questions, she'd rather have the silence.
Bonnie sat Marceline down as soon as they got into Sigma. She briefly walked into the kitchen to grab her crush a glass of water before plopping down next to her. Her arm immediately wrapped around her.
"Bon," Marceline forced eye contact. "I think you're…pretty rad."
Bonnie chuckled. "You're pretty rad yourself."
"No, I-"
"Marceline~" Lillian's voice wrung as soon as she stepped through the door.
Bonnie didn't like the way Lillian's face contorted to make a kissy face. It was an ugly sight with her being drunk. It was if her body wasn't responding to what her brain was sending signals to do, as if her face was seizing. This moment was obviously important to the two. Bonnie knew what she wanted to say, but the moment was ruined by none other than Lillian Sarah Price.
Marceline seemed hurt seeing the pudgy girl trying to walk toward her. A bottle attached to Lillian's sticky fingers. Her face once again contorted to a more angry face. Bonnie then realized she was staring at Bonnie's arm, the one around Marceline.
"Get off my woman, you bitch!" Isn't she dating someone?
Bonnie wasn't going to continue letting this happen. As Lillian tripped over herself to Bonnie, Bonnie took her own steps toward her, letting her arm snake itself off Marceline's slender figure. With that same arm, prepared itself to collide with Lillian. It did. It only took one punch. The bigger girl was plastered, wasted, whatever you wanted to call her. Her balance was off in the first place and hitting her only further defined it.
Lillian fell to the ground, her ass hitting the ground first, before falling on her side, clutching the point of contact.
"She's already taken." Bonnie spat, turning on her heels toward a stunned Marceline and pulling her to her feet. Bonnie's arm wrapped around her own, dragging her the direction of their room.
"That was so badass." Marceline half-whispered, smiling broadly at the smaller girl. "I guess that makes you a badass." Her face turned a slight shade of pink. Bonnie didn't know if that was the alcohol or if she was blushing.
Bonnie closed the door behind her after they both entered the room.
"Marceline,"
"Hm-?" Bonnie pulled her friend close by the hem of her collar, letting her lips press themselves roughly against her own. Marceline following along with her actions, settled her hands on Bonnie's hips.
Bonnie couldn't contain the grin that split across her face. She'd done it. Her heart was racing and she felt as if her insides were exploding, but she had done it. She was kissing Marceline. She'd never harbored as much confidence as she had now. It was exhilarating.
"I think you're rad too." She whispered when their lips separated.
"I think you're only kissing me because I'm drunk." Marceline giggled, biting her lip and clearly looking at Bonnie's. Maybe she was right about that. Regardless, it was what she wanted to do for a while now.
"Maybe so. Maybe it was a Halloween trick."
Marceline rolled her eyes. "Maybe you like me."
"In your dreams, Abadeer." She whispered lowly, pulling her roommate in closer, their lips still inches apart.
"I'd say my drunkenness is fairly close to a dream."
"You seem pretty sober."
"I handle my liquor when I want to, or maybe I'm good at hiding things." She wiggled her eyebrows at her then proceeded to give a little chuckle. Bonnie felt it in her chest and the warmth of her breath. It would have made her shiver if it weren't for the smell of alcohol radiating off of her.
"And what exactly have you been hiding?" The question came off more curious than sexy, but with Marceline being intoxicated it was probably read the same way.
"My amazing kissing skills, obviously." Marceline stated. "Maybe other things, who knows." She whispered the last part, louder than she probably meant to.
Bonnie snorted. "I'm not going to be another one of your make-out buddies, am I?"
"Make-out buddies...?" Marceline's eyebrows knitted, lips pursed, genuinely confused. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Marshal said-"
"Oi, Marshal. He makes up bullshit in his head." The musician folded her arms over her chest in a huff. "I haven't kissed anyone since last night." She winked, letting Bonnie know what she said was obviously a sarcastic remark.
Bonnie smiled, trying to force it to a smirk, unable to hide her excitement. "You better not lie to me, Abadeer. I have secrets of my own."
Marceline stepped over to her and pulled her in for a longer kiss this time.
"I want to know every single one of them."
Bonnie was stunned. The only thing she was able to do was pull Marceline in for another kiss.
Tuesday, November 1st
As the sun's light filled the cracks of the curtains, Bonnie began to wake up from her dreamless slumber. Only, when she woke up she felt an odd heaviness blocking her movement. It took longer than a moment to realize it was Marceline, cuddled up to Bonnie's back with her arm draped around her. Of course, she was the big spoon.
Bonnie remembered their night as if it were a dream. It almost didn't seem real, though her memories of her friend's touch only confirmed it. The way she felt when Marceline kissed down her neck. The warmth of her breath and the nibbling...
A chill cascaded throughout her body from the thought.
"Morning Princess," Marceline whispered into her ear. Bonnie couldn't help the shiver that came again. The rocker chuckled. "I didn't know you were up." Marceline nibbled at Bonnie's ear lobe, making Bonnie flinch and shriek. She fell on the floor, barely catching herself with her hands. "You're too fun." Marceline shifted her weight, leaning her head on her hand. "Mind getting me an Advil, hun?" She left a wink before stretching.
At least she remembers...
"I was about to take my morning shower. I'm sure Rain's up."
The ebony hair girl rolled her eyes and laid down fully on her back. "You make me work so hard." She sighed, letting her body relax. "Rain said they were having dinner tonight and going Pokemon hunting. Would you like to join?"
"Let's see...I have my science courses mid-afternoon. I can probably come if I convince Braco to pack up for me."
The musician frowned. "I thought you already finished up your project?"
"Yeah, we started a new one. That's kinda how it works." Bonnie picked herself off the ground, gathering her things to take a shower. "Why do you hate him so much?"
"Who? Braco?"
"Yes, Marceline. Braco."
The young Abadeer shrugged, pursing her lips. "I thought that it was obvious why." The tone of her voice became low, like that first night they met. Maybe that was how she showed that she was upset, by that change in her voice.
The younger girl glanced over at her friend, who sat up, looking directly at her. She was being serious for once. Would they have this conversation now? Tell each other how they've felt this whole time? As if it weren't blatantly obvious from the previous night.
Bonnie could feel the blush creeping up at the thought.
"I told you I was gay." Bonnie thought that was a reasonable answer. Short, sweet and right to the point.
"You said you had a crush on him." Marceline stare was piercing, almost frightening. With the red-ish tint in her eyes, it was more intimidating than ever. Contact had never been this hard, mostly because Bonnie wanted to get lost in her eyes. At that moment, it was impossible to maintain her usual curiosity.
"I was mostly kidding." She corrected, trying to give a smile to lighten up the mood. Marceline's tone remained low.
"Mostly..." Marceline bit her lip, finally letting go of the solemn gaze. "Alright, Bon." She stood, striding over to the door. She was still wearing her leather jacket from the night before. The disappointed look on her face took away from her natural beauty.
"Wait, Marceline." Bonnie managed to wrap her arms around the taller girl's waist, squeezing her tight as if keeping her in place. "There's no competition, alright? I..." The pinkette trailed off, unsure of how she wanted to phrase the next part of what she would say. "I can't imagine not having you by my side. There's no one else who could take your place. It has to be you."
Hand still tightly gripping the doorknob, the rocker asked, "You really mean that?"
"I love the time that we spend together. I don't know what I would do without you and your stupid snide comments." Letting go of the doorknob, she finally turned to face the pinkette. Something in Marceline's eyes told her she was still angry. And the heaviness in her strikes over to her told her she was upset. "A-and I don't just think of you as a friend, obviously..."
Marceline's hand tilted Bonnie's face ever so slightly upward so that their lips could meet.
That kiss was all she needed to remind her of just how real their connection was. That her feelings were real. That there was nothing she wanted more than for their lips to not part. The only exception was to hear Marceline whisper ever so slightly, "You're wonderful, Bonnibel." against her lips.
It was so simple. And yet it brought an overwhelming amount of peace to her.
She knew that eventually they would have to disentangle themselves and part ways, although Bonnie considered canceling all of her plans so that she wouldn't have to leave. But only for a moment.
Finn jumped up and down as the app loaded. Ever since the game came out, the world went into a frenzy. It was everywhere, on billboards, used as advertising, people walking down the streets in large packs. Finn and Jake, both already being huge fans of Pokemon and were already ahead of everyone else in their group of friends. Or at least that's what they thought until Marceline showed up.
"27? How is that even possible?" Finn yelled, snatching Marceline's phone out of her hand. The girl shrugged, smirking. The two brothers were very good at video games, but she was always better at anything they thought they were slightly good at. It was a natural talent. Bonnie had once told her it was receptive skills.
"Perks of having a lot of free time."
Jake huffed, rolling his eyes, taking Marceline's phone from Finn. "I bet you've spent a shit ton of money." Marceline sometimes forgot how large Jake was. He towered over her by what seemed like an entire foot.
"I'm offended." She huffed. "I haven't spent a dime."
"Fucking hell, Marceline." Jake shook his head, giving the phone back to it's owner who gave a smug look in return.
"Hey, I hope I'm not late." Bonnie's voice chimed in.
Finn immediately jumped at the chance to talk to her about his game, trying to show off how many Pokemon he had caught the last few days. Marceline stood back while Jake calmed his brother down, making him explain slower.
By that point, she already knew how the game worked. After all, Marceline practically forced her to download the game and run around campus at night to pokehunt. She played dumb for Finn's happiness.
"You alright, Marceline?" Rain asked, bumping her shoulder into hers.
Marceline gave a nod, cocking her head to one side as she watched Finn make subtle moves on Bonnie, putting his arm on her shoulder or brushing his fingers against hers. It was disgusting and left a bad taste in her mouth.
"Yeah, still a little hungover. How was your rave?"
"It was alright. It wasn't the best, but I still had fun. I convinced Jake to meet me there. Made out in the back room. It was a weird experience. I was tripping really bad." Lady crossed her arms over her chest, watching the boys freak out over a nearby Pokemon.
"What did you take?" Marceline wasn't listening completely, her focus still on the pinkette. God, why is she so intoxicating...I hated her, now we're...what are we...
"I'm not sure. I tried some infused stuff. Never doing that again-I can promise you that."
"Fuck man, I would never do that. That's just-God. What the fuck, Rain."
Rain nudged her with her elbow. "Hey, I learned my lesson." Jake ran to the right, Finn following in his brother's footsteps, phone out in front of him. "Did you tell her?"
"About what?" Marceline's response was deadpan, only half paying attention to her friend's question while she continued to contemplate over her and Bonnie's relationship.
"That you like her." Marceline raised an eyebrow, glancing at Rain.
"What makes you think I did?" She probably should have denied it, but it was too late by that point. Rain caught her red-handed.
"You've been staring at her the whole time, Abadeer." Oh shit, yeah. I guess I have.
Marceline debated whether or not she would tell her about what happened last night. They were close. And she desperately hoped that whatever had happened continues, but it wasn't set in stone. The only confirmation she had was that Bonnie thought of her more than a friend. Then again, maybe that's all she needed.
"You know, I think we have something going on. For a while there I had my doubts about if she was gay or not."
"Well duh, she's gay. Just look at her. She's wearing a flannel shirt."
Marceline hadn't noticed what her possible counterpart was wearing at the moment. She wore a bright yellow flannel with blue highlights over very short black athletic shorts and sandals. So fucking cute.
"Anyways, I have high hopes."
Rain nodded in agreement. "Keep me updated." They started following the boys, who had run off in no particular direction. Rain caught up with Jake, looping her arm around his. He started helping her since she had gotten the app for his sake.
Bonnie and Marceline trailed behind, brushing shoulders as they walked. Every so often Bonnie would glance up at her roommate and smile. She didn't look away when Marceline caught her stare. They just bore into each other's eyes. Marceline had to stop herself from biting the inside of her cheek.
At one point when Finn, Rain, and Jake had run down the street, Bonnie hooked her pinky with Marceline's. They maintained that contact even when they caught up with their friends.
The musician was relaxed when she was this close to Bonnie. Mid conversation with their friends, she wrapped an arm around the young Bennett and added a comment about how Bonnie was horrible at Pokemon Go. Bonnie leaned into her crush as she kept the contact as they walked.
Their friends barely seemed to notice. Rain, of course, knew better, but the boys never caught on. Marceline would like to keep it that way for the time being. She wasn't in the mood to be questioned or confronted about something the two hadn't discussed yet.
After their excursion, their friends found their way toward a cafe, Marceline and Bonnie leaving them to their devices to go back to the college grounds.
Marceline still had her arm around Bonnie as they walked. The silence between them, however, wasn't deafening as it had been in the past. For once, the silence was peaceful.
"Marceline?"
"Hm?" She hummed, staring at her phone at her texts from Keila. All of them were apologies. She wasn't sure if she should reply or not. Regardless, she read them all. Keila was really blaming herself for something so simple. It wasn't as if Marceline was too upset over the situation. It wasn't even something to be upset over. The only thing that didn't make sense was why Keila never told her in the first place. Or even Guy for that matter.
"Are we going to talk about this?" Their eyes met and Bonnie held the hand that was around her shoulder, emphasizing the contact.
"Shoot."
"Well...last night..." Bonnie didn't know how to start the conversation.
"Do you regret it?"
"What? No, not at all. I just..." She sighed, fidgeting with Marceline's fingers. "What do you want to call this?"
Marceline shrugged, taking in a deep breath. "Do we need to call it anything right now?" Marceline had a hard enough time over the last few weeks with figuring out her feeling toward her roommate. Maybe she was being too cautious, but she didn't want to jump into anything too soon and end up ruining whatever good thing they had for them. At least that's what she wanted to tell herself, instead of admitting she was afraid.
Bonnie shook her head, hugging her crush's side. "No, but is this...what we are now? Is this a reoccurring thing, or-"
"Is that what you want?"
"Well, I didn't kiss you for nothing."
"Fair enough." That wasn't the answer Bonnie wanted. Marceline was a part of whatever this was too. She wanted her opinion at the very least.
"Is it what you want?"
Marceline stopped in front of one of the older shops downtown. Her hand now resting and caressing her cheek. Her eyes kept glancing down at Bonnie's lips. She remembered how soft they were. How they tasted of vanilla chapstick. "Absolutely." Marceline pressed a gentle kiss on those soft pink lips she remembered from the night before. She only pulled away to see the blush that had now formed on the smaller girl's cheeks.
She really is wonderful.
Bonnie, content with the answer, held her open palm out toward the other girl. The rocker took the cue to hold her hand and continued on their way downtown with the sunset gleaming in the far distance.
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DarkestAngel18: Hope this was close enough to "telling her while she's awake".
Kurohneko: I really love anything from Ray Brown mostly because I'm a jazz bassist myself. Free by Marcus Miller is a beautiful song but Channel 1 Suite is my favorite.
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