Monday, November 12th

It felt like it had been a lifetime since Marceline had any quality time with her 'not girlfriend'. Though, in reality, it had only been had been a few days. Their schedules had conflicted because of Bonnie's work or lab time and Marceline's music degree requirement of recital attendances. Marceline hadn't worried about Braco much. After the two of them had kissed, it put the anxiety of Braco in the back of her mind. It wasn't exactly confidence, just lacking the effort to care about it when she clearly didn't need to.

She was sitting on the floor, back against the bed frame, staring blankly at the television. Mario Cart was one of the only games Bonnie possessed on her Wii, and Marceline was determined to beat one of her time trial scores.

To Marceline's surprise, Bonnie was unrealistically good. When Marceline would play, the ghost would drift in all the right places, making it almost impossible to pass it or get any leverage. Marceline grunted loudly, realizing she had no chance at winning this course against Bonnie's previous playthrough.

The door creaked open, revealing the small Bennet. The dark circles under her eyes only told Marceline that she would be falling asleep fairly soon and that they would have to have quality time on a later date.

"Hey, Bon. How was lab?"

"Extra lab-y today." The pinkette grunted, settling herself on Marceline's lap and shoved her face into her crush's shoulder. "He's such an idiot." Marceline had to hide the smile creeping up onto her lips at her complaint. "I don't know why he thinks he'll be a doctor or scientist or whatever the hell-" She sighed, stopping herself from complaining anymore, choosing to rub her eyes sleepily. "I don't know exactly what he's working toward in his degree, but he's not going to succeed in this field. He's like a puppy."

"Useless and innocent?" Marceline asked, letting her hand curl around strands of Bonnie's hair and down her back, resting at her hip.

"I wouldn't say that." Bonnie sighed, leaning into Marceline's touch. "Just dumb."

"And cute apparently," Marceline smirked. Bonnie lifted her head to glare at her.

"Shut up, Abadeer." Bonnie punched Marceline's pinched her side, giggling as Marceline playfully shoved her crush.

"Make me." It was more of a demand, and when Bonnie looked into her eyes, she knew she couldn't stop herself.

Bonnie pulled her closer, letting her lips fall onto Marceline's. Their kisses synchronized to a nonexistent rhythm. Marceline let out a long sigh as Bonnie pulled her down toward the floor on top of her. The musician's arms held her from crashing into the smaller girl below. Their lips hardly separated.

There was a knock on the door, forcing the girls away from each other in a panicked fashion. Rain opened the door, seeing the girls sitting a distance from each other on the floor, both red from embarrassment.

"Hey, did you need something?" Marceline asked attempting to come off as nonchalant as possible. The look on Rain's face made it seem that it wasn't working and that she would be questioning her later about it.

"We're about to have the meeting. I wanted to make sure you didn't forget this time." Rain eyed Marceline specifically as she smiled. "Starts in 5."

Rain shut the door behind her. Bonnie sighed, forcing herself to stand up. "Let's go then."

"Wait," Marceline pulled her arm toward her to give a soft kiss. Another deeper one followed that. "Another one for the road?" Marceline couldn't help but smile at how compliant Bonnie was being. "Who knows how long the meeting will be." She stated between another few kisses.

"Touche, Abadeer."


Bonnie was at work again. Thankfully Keila had come to Marceline's rescue, bringing her guitar to jam on. It was nice at first, yet again the lyric became too deep for her to continue. The only reason she stopped was that she noticed her best friend had stopped playing to listen.

The dorm room became deathly silent. "Damn, what was that about?" The blush came easy.

"I'm not sure." She admitted. "Lyrics come and go."

"This bitch named jealousy is the only friend I know?" Keila breathed, leaning her guitar against the bed frame. "Damn, we obviously need to talk about this."

"It's just lyrics, Keila." Marceline was fairly good at dismissing her own feelings but unlucky for her she blurted them out in song. That never got past Keila.

"We both know there's more to it than that. I may have failed psych 101, but I know when my best friend is having problems." Keila waved a hand to gesture for her to start.

"What is this, therapy?"

"We can call it that if it makes you talk."

"I'd like to see your certification."

"More than ten years of friendship. We live right next to each other. We were roommates for two years."

"I think that hardly qualifies you-"

"Just shut up and tell me."

"I can't do both." Marceline smirked, receiving an angry punch from her friend. "Ouch! Okay, okay. So you know Braco?"

"Why the hell would I know who that is?"

Marceline sighed. "I thought I told you. Maybe it was Rain-Anyways, he's Bonnie's lab partner. He keeps hitting on her. She even ditched me one night for him a while back."

"Ah, well I knew you liked Bonnie. A few weeks ago I thought I saw you guys flirting in the hall. I was too smashed to tell if it happened or not." She laughed.

Had Marceline not talked to Keila in that long? Or had she been spending so much time with Rain and Bonnibel that she was too preoccupied to even mention this whole situation to her own best friend? Was it best not to tell her? No, that's dumb. She'd be pissed if she didn't.

"So-Don't freak out, but...Well...Bonnie and I kissed-"

"Fucking since when?" She hit her friend multiple times playfully, spewing out more curses with each hit. "What the fuck, Abadeer! This is such big news. How could you not tell me you fucking-"

"Fuck, Keila. Stop it, will ya? You don't have much room to talk-"

"Hell, is that why you guys are always secluded? Because you're hooking up? Or, wait-are you guys dating?"

Marceline took in a breath, shifting her head back and forth between her shoulders in thought, not knowing what to call what they have. It was dating, without the title. There was no questioning that it was a relationship of some sort. Maybe the term was exclusive? "Well...you know me..."

Keila gave a disappointed look. "You're leading the poor girl on. You're such a piece of shit sometimes." Marceline wasn't offended by her last comment, knowing well when Keila said things like that it was to prove a dramatic point.

"No, I actually feel something for her Kei. This wasn't a one-time thing." She ran a hand through her ebony locks. "She's absolutely brilliant and I smile every time I think about her. I get impatient waiting for her to come home at night."

"How's the sex?"

"See, this is why I don't tell you my feelings."

Keila crossed her arms over her chest and huffed defensively, "I was just asking." Something in her demeanor changed. "I'd be careful. I think she'll cause some cavities from that sickeningly sweet smile of hers, I think she may be good for you. So please, for the love of God, promise me you won't lead her on. That this...whatever it is, will lead to something good? Healthy?"

"The last thing I want is to hurt her. She's the only thing I can focus on."

The guitarist studied the ebony-haired girl for a moment before picking her guitar back up and strumming a little tune.

"Marcy's got a girlfriend~" She sang, a wide smile coming into play.

Marceline rolled her eyes and smiled. "Whatever, Kei. Want to play Mario C-"

"Hell yeah, I thought you'd never ask." Keila got up and started fiddling with the gaming station while Marceline tried to hide her smile.


Wednesday, November 14th

Bonnie looked up from her book, staring at Marceline, who for once was concentrated on her homework. Finals were coming up in two weeks, yet Bonnie, the most studious of the two girls, was staring at her crush, smiling like an idiot.

Her feelings toward Marceline was all but hidden now. Rain was the first to catch on. Now Finn was asking about their relationship. It wasn't as if she wanted to hide it. The opposite actually. It was out of politeness that she kept their status, whatever it was, to herself.

Bonnie believed Marceline's inability to commit came from her dad. Marceline had never told her the entire story of what went down. From what she was told, Marceline's father practically left her and her brother out in the cold. Not literally. He dropped them off a Simon's for a business trip and they just stayed. There was no explanation as to why.

What Bonnie really wanted to know was why Marceline never mentioned a mother figure in her life. Was there ever a presence of one?

"Bon?"

"Hm?" She breathed.

It took a moment, but eventually, the ebony-haired girl looked up from her textbook and stated simply, "You're stunning. Have I ever told you that you're stunning?"

Bonnie smiled at her comment. Lately, she had been sappy at random moments, not that it was a bad thing. Bonnie loved it when she would say such nice things out of the blue. It confirmed that whatever they had was somewhat real, tangible.

"You're too sweet for your own good."

Marceline pouted, letting her books and pencils drop to the floor in an exaggerated attempt to show off that what she had said bothered her.

"I am not sweet. I'm punk."

With a giggle, Bonnie replied with, "Whatever you say, Abadeer."

Marceline scooted herself over to where Bonnie was sitting, acting as if she were reluctantly doing do. At that point, Bonnie knew better. She knew that her roommate wanted to close the distance. To share a kiss.

"Hey, so," Marceline pulled away, removing something from her pocket. "I wrote a song in Biology. I wanted to let you listen."

"You're gonna play for me?"

"Of course." Marceline smiled.

Bonnie kissed her once more before Marceline grabbed her guitar to play.

The strum started light, as every soft song did. The words came smooth, or at least smoother than her usual voice. This continued until the end of the first chorus, it was then that she let her natural tone come through. It was hard for her not to be entranced by the musician's melodic tone.

As the song ended, the room echoed in rhythm to her last chord.

"That was beautiful."

"Uh...Thanks, anyway," She let the guitar settle against the wall. She wouldn't admit that it was hard to accept compliments. "I've been writing it for the past week. Maybe it still needs some work. But..." Marceline let the words fall short.

Bonnie scooted closer to her, allowing her lips to plant themselves on Marceline's cheek. "It was beautiful."

Marceline smiled, gliding her nose across Bonnie's cheek. "You're beautiful."

Bonnie smiled too, kissing her once more. The blissful memory of sharing moments that were unlike what either of them allowed before. But it was also moments like these that made them realized the importance that each one of them shared.

The rest of the day was spent cuddling and studying with each other on the bed, sharing intimate secrets and swapping stories of their childhood.

The cuddling lasted until dinner. When they separated, the thoughts of each other lingered in the front of their minds as they hung out with their friends. From Marceline's point of view, she couldn't leave Bonnie, not with more stories coming to mind. She wanted to tell her so much more. They had only scratched the surface...


Review Time!

DarkestAngel18: I try to do the best depiction I can of each character and their background. Braco was only in one episode so theres so much room to play around with the character. I have a plan of how this story is going to go, but I haven't completely figured out what I wanted Braco to be yet. Same thing with Keila, Guy and Bongo, who were only in the comics. It really depends on the writer.

D3nsei: Just to clarify. "not together"

Shovel Knight: Pokemon Go is crazy. On the weekend my family and I go downtown in a big city to catch pokemon and not even shitting you, theres hundreds of people walking around. If someone casually says, "Oh look a pikachu," every single one of their asses runs over to see where its at, pointing every which way as if the damn things are actually there. It's amazing, honestly.