Friday, December 28th

Marceline stared out the window, watching the landscape pass by ever so slowly. She had never realized how colorful everything truly was. It was only recognizable from this altitude. She enjoyed flights like these when it took off so early in the morning. Each individual light from below was a stroke in a beautiful masterpiece. It was something to be in awe of.

Bonnie's head was laid against her shoulder, her small hands tightly wound around Marceline's arm. The flight was filled with quiet passengers, a miracle really. When TV shows and commercials paint the picture of a loud flight with screaming children and passive parental skills, it's more accurately depicted than most would believe.

What a catastrophe... Marceline sighed.

It was a relief to be away from the disaster she created. She thought he knew. He looked so sure of himself. How had he not known? It was so blatantly obvious. At the start of their interaction, Bonnie's mother had even said "girlfriend".

She guessed Ohio has a different meaning for dating. Maybe he meant it like how older women called their friends 'girlfriends'.

There was no point sulking over it now. What's done is done. There was nothing she could about it now. Time would heal this eventually...hopefully.

Bonnie stirred in her sleep, flinching every so often. Usually, when she fell asleep she was practically knocked out, always unmoving. They cuddled and fell asleep on each other all the time. Hardly ever did she flinch, especially not this much.

I ruined it, didn't I...

Marceline took in another deep breath, forcing her view to the window again. As hard as she tried, she couldn't keep her mind from wandering onto what had happened the night before.

This will be the end. She's going to change her mind about everything. Just after I make a decision to finally label this...Fuck.

"Marceline?" Bonnie's soft voice rang from beside her. The pinkette blinked at her, ridding the sleep from her eyes. "Have you not been sleeping?"

"Oh, uh, no. I'm enjoying the view." Marceline kept her voice down, not to annoy the other passengers. "Just can't take my eyes off of it."

Bonnie blinked again, searching for something in Marceline's gaze.

It just occurred to her that Bonnie still never brought up her eyes. She made casual conversation about how she thought they were pretty. But she still hasn't asked. "Try not to think too much. My father's always been like that." Bonnie tried to give a smile, but sleep was overcoming her. Her body begged for her to return to her previous state.

"Can you always read my mind? It's a little creepy."

Bonnie chuckled, squeezing Marceline's arm and turning her attention to the landscape as well. You could see the whole horizon explode with pastel colors as the sun awoke.

"He'll never approve of me, will he?"

"Never say never, hun." She was falling back asleep.

"Hm," Her voice growled from the oncoming sleep. "I'm sorry."

Bonnie rubbed Marceline's arm with the pad of her thumb. "Don't worry about it."

"No, I'm sorry. It wasn't my right."

Marceline felt Bonnie shrug against her. Of course, she was so calm and nonchalant. How though? She must be burdened with the thoughts of his words. Whatever he said as he pulled her aside before they left had to have bothered Bonnie. "They knew it was coming. I'm glad it was you, Marcy."

"I'm the first?"

Bonnie shook her head. Marceline was unsure if that were a nod or not. "I was hoping I could put off their opinions until the summer."

"You were going to wait that long?"

"To tell them? No. I would tell them around New Years or whenever you gave the okay. I would avoid having you meet them until the summer though."

"I understand." Marceline harshly bit her lip. "I'm not exactly the best person to bring home anyways. Obviously."

"That's not what I meant. I was worried they would say something to you." Bonnie laid her head against Marceline's shoulder again, pulling her closer so she could place her head in the crook of her neck. "I'm not ashamed of you in the slightest."

"I'm the typical punk girlfriend, the one the parents always try to avoid."

"You're not that punk, sweetheart." Marceline ignored the feelings in her stomach over the stupid pet name. "You're more of a hipster."

"Fuck, no." Marceline mumbled under her breath. "I'm not anything like those fuckers."

Bonnie chuckled. "You're just in denial." A sleepy yawn managed to escape.

"I don't even own a beanie. Or glasses. Or those stupid uggs." She spoke up louder, receiving looks from the man on the opposite side of the plane.

"Uggs aren't hipster, babe. They're for prissy thirteen-year-olds."

Now the feelings in her stomach were back, but heavier. It burned. She had said it so casually. Was it weird that it felt normal for her to say that? God, it just felt right.

"Yeah," Marceline cleared her throat. "Yeah, you're right. Still,"

"Denial is a bitch, Marceline." She sighed, finally succumbing to sleep's beck and call.

Denial has nothing on me then.


Saturday, December 29th

"So it's official then?" Keila sipped at her coffee, watching Bonnie and Jake scramble around their workplace to fill the oncoming orders. Bonnie was working her usual night shift. Marceline, when she could, always walked with her back to campus and since there was no point in driving there and back, wasting gas and such, she and Keila joined Bonnie until she closed.

Marceline gave a small smile, thinking of their newfound relationship. "I finally came to the conclusion that I was ready."

Keila placed her cup down with a loud plop. "It's about fucking time, Abadeer." Marceline waved a hand at her friend, glancing over at Bonnie who was she completing her last order. "Just took your damn time, didn't you..."

She bit her lip in thought. The comments that Keila made never bothered her. After close to ten years of friendship, she could say she knew her better than anyone outside of Marshal or Simon. "Hey, at least I told you about it." Though it was meant to be a joke, it came off as more passive-aggressive than anything. Prodding her friend about her relationship with Guy.

"I'm glad you found someone. Maybe we could go on a double date."

Marceline sipped at her latte, purposefully slurping the contents to annoy her best friend and avoid that disaster altogether. Keila reached over to slap Marceline's arm to make her stop. Fortunately, Marceline evaded her attacks, almost spilling her latte in the process.

Bonnie not soon after the conversation ended, sat beside Marceline.

"Last break?" The young Abadeer slid an arm over her girlfriend's shoulders, lazily draping it around her.

"Yes and no. We're about to close."

"It's already ten?"

"Yup. Just locked the door and everything."

"Oh good, now we can canoodle." Marceline chuckled, nearing her girlfriend's neck playfully.

"I'm still on the clock!" Bonnie screeched, pushing her girlfriend back in embarrassment. "Marceline!" She squealed again, trying not to laugh when Marceline's kisses prevailed through her awful attempts to stop her. The giggles Bonnie emitted only fueled her to continue.

"Ew, you guys are making me regret rooming next to you. If i hear you having sex, you better believe I'll do whatever I can to embarrass you." Keila muttered.

Bonnie's face flushed a brighter shade of red than what was already there.

"Oh come on Keila. Be nice. Bonnie is fragile and can't handle your sense of humor yet." Marceline stopped her actions to scold her friend.

"Hey!" The small Bennet objected.

"What? I mean, with how-" Keila frantically motioned toward the couple, trying to find the words to explain how they acted together. "Lovey-dovey you guys are...you know. I just figured..."

"I don't feel like I need to go into detail about my love life with you. But...not yet." Marceline butted in, stopping the conversation in its tracks. Keila had always been blunt about things like that, giving details that Marceline never wanted to know in her lifetime.

"Yet?" Bonnie asked, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.

"Ew, stop." Keila backed out drinking her coffee again and rolling her eyes.

"Hey, Bonnie?" Jake called from the back, poking his head out from behind the door. "Are you on your last break?"

Bonnie whipped her head over to look at her coworker. "Yeah, did you need something?"

"Never mind. I was gonna see if you'd help clean the bathroom, but I know it's my turn."

"You sure? I can do women's, it's usually not awful."

Jake's smile broadened at her words. "Just whenever you're done. Thanks, Bon." He hurried back into the back to finish whatever he was doing. Marceline wasn't sure. After all, she didn't work there.

Bonnie turned her attention back on the two girls before her. A new conversation bloomed within seconds. Marceline mentioned that her internships would start the next semester. She wasn't all that excited about this first semester and dealing with children and middle schoolers. Her intentions were to teach at the collegiate level one day. For now, she would settle with high schoolers if she had to.

After a few minutes of conversation, Bonnie was forced to leave and finish her nightly duties and finish up closing. It didn't take long. It usually didn't. Jake and Bonnie worked well together, tackling their cutwork with diligence. That and Marceline always insisted on cleaning counters and tables to cut down on waiting time.

Soon after Keila left, heading to Guy and Bongo's apartment. Bonnie and Marceline headed the opposite way. Their conversation aflutter as the darkness spread across the city sky, the stars dull in the street lamp's gleam.


Review Time!

Radcoolbro7: Well nobody's perfect. When it comes to people who's parents are accepting, they sometimes forget that a lot of people still aren't. My parents aren't super accepting of it, but they love me while my girlfriend's parents are super cool about it. She thankfully didn't pull anything like that because she's really chill, but I've heard plenty of situations where this does actually happen.

D3nsei: It's not always a smart move to blurt out answers...as you can tell.

DarkestAngel18: It wouldn't say fearless. I would say pressured. She has a calm demeanor, but that doesn't mean she's not completely freaking out on the inside. She felt like she couldn't lie or avoid it, so she told the truth. Bleh.