"Uhm. Bon. Are you not going to ask why I am here?" I asked her. We are definitely inside her room now and I don't know what else to do.

The moment I got on the other side of the balcony, my knees buckled and I just sat there on the floor. Looking like a helpless puppy. Augh. That's so embarrassing but I just couldn't stand, you know.

So when Bonnie saw me on the floor, she looked at me with her questioning eyes. I feel like it says, what the heck are you doing on the floor you damn shit who I have to save and just ruined my day?...

I just hope that it really isn't.

I looked far in the distance but I felt her step closer to me and I couldn't help but look at her now. She sat beside me, on her knees. Suddenly, she gripped my arms and draped it around her neck. She was pulling me up when I let my arm go free from her.

"No. No, wait. You don't have to carry me." I chuckled slowly, a bit embarrassed that Bonnie was about to carry me. "Just pull me up. I can still walk, you know."

I definitely heard something from her but I couldn't make it out. I gave out my hand to her so she could help me stand on my own two feet.

I looked at our intertwined hands and let myself indulge in the feeling of Bonnie gripping it, holding my hand.

Once upon a time, we were always holding hands. I just don't know what happened and why didn't we do that little act of affection anymore. Oh crush it. I know very well what happened. We grew up from being kids and well, it would be really awkward now. Right?

I was pulled back from my fantasies when I found myself standing in front of her. At least, I don't feel like a jelly anymore. And then I take my hand away from Bonnie.

That was the time when I realized she had been holding my hand and that she wasn't the first one who let go first. I was. The thought of me not letting go first and the endless possibility of what may happened after that made me regret why the heck did I took my hand away from her.

And then I felt guilty because Bonnie could just be thinking about my well-being and not about my feelings. Or maybe I'm just over thinking things again. Then, I realized it's just a small thing. I shouldn't be making a big deal out of this. My thoughts went dead after that. Or I forced to.

I looked at her but she wasn't facing me. She was sliding the door now and she invited me in.

It's been a long time since I've been in her room. The last time that I've been here was probably a summer ago when the Becket family held their company anniversary in their house. Bonnie invited me as her 'plus one' - as what they call it - while Greg took Marshall. We just sneaked out since it's a formal party full of rich and older people and we really stood out since we're a bunch of teenagers. We spent the whole evening in Bonnie's room along with Benedict - their younger brother and just binge watched all Disney cartoon movies they all have.

Her room still looks the same. Of course, what am I expecting? Although, parts of it are changed too, like the bed sheets and the curtains but other than that it still looks familiar to me. From the cold rush of the air-conditioning unit that clings through my skin when I entered the room, to the air freshener that smells so sickeningly sweet yet still familiar to my nose, to the classical melody that hums in the air coming from the music player I gave to her as a present.

Whenever she studies things, she lets classical music play so she could focus more. And looking at her study table now, it really looks like she could do more relaxing.

Her table are filled with books and notebooks - some are open, some are not. I used to see her studying things but this, this is insane. There are more books sprawled on the table now. Normally, she just read two reference books and the book the school gave us. Today, it looks like she's revising for finals already and let me tell you that midterms just ended two weeks ago. It's too early for that.

When Bonnibel entered her room, she immediately walked towards her table and sat down on her chair before submerging herself in another self-study session and up until now she still hasn't looked up to me or even acknowledged my presence.

At first, I'm completely okay with that. I just focused my attention on the things around her room.

Like the classical and fictional books, novels, and even the reference books inside her bookshelves; or the shelf where all of her trophies and plaques are all lined up to - I don't know - maybe to intimidate every single person who set foot on this room (don't worry, I'm used to see Bonnie winning every competition she joined. I'm not intimidated. I'm totally not intimidated by all those. I mean- Oh look a dragonfly!)

Now that I'm here with her, I don't know how to say to her what I wanted to say. I mean, I just wanted to come here and tell her – to convince her- to come with me, to hang out like old times.

I walked towards her bed and sat down in a way that I was still facing her.

Finally, Bonnie answered. "Oh, yeah," she said like it just dawned her that there was another person in the room. She swiveled her chair in a 180-degree turn to face me. "I'm so sorry, Marce. I was- I'm just busy these days. By the way, do you need something? You surprise me there. You really made a scene in coming over here," she chuckled. "You know, you could've just texted me and I can open the front door for you."

I waved my hand. "Psh. What's the fun in there?! Climbing a tree and using your balcony doors are way more exciting than you inviting me in."

Bonnie laughed and shook her head. "You really are something. I'm glad our guards didn't chase you away or something."

"There are guards?"

"Shut up! You know that," Bonnie exclaimed, laughing.

I like it a lot whenever I made Bonnie laugh. I feel like it was some feat many people couldn't do.

"So, what's up with the surprise?" She asked me.

"Hmmm." I let my back fall to the mattress, sinking me. I was amazed at how soft and smooth Bonnie's cushion is. "I'm bored," I finally said to her.

"You're bored, so now you're disturbing me."

I looked at her and saw her with an eyebrow raised. I grinned. "Yep, you got it."

She rolled her eyes. "Marce, I'm busy." She turned her back to me and continued whatever she was doing before.

I groaned. "Bonnie, it's a weekend! Come on, just this one."

"Marceline, I'm sorry. But I can't," she persisted, shaking her head.

I sighed. "Fine," I whined.

I turned my back against her, still laying on her bed. I closed my eyes, trying to dissipate the anger I'm feeling in my chest.

…

I opened my eyes. Sleep still clinging in my eyes.

I didn't realize that I slept. It took me by surprise when I saw Bonnie sleeping beside of me. Her baggy shirt was pushed up and I could see her pale flat belly, her legs were also bare of any clothing because she was wearing short shorts. A blush was forming on my face, plus the fact that I slept on her bed wasn't helping too.

I looked away from her, instead I looked at my surroundings and I noticed that it was already late afternoon.

I stopped the yawn that almost escaped out my mouth. I stood up and stretched out my arms. I was now looking at the table full of books. I sighed.

What are you even doing, Bon? This is suicide. I shook my head, hating the fact that Bonnie was overdoing all her works.

I looked at Bonnie's sleeping form instinctively, she was curled up in a fetal position, looking cold. I couldn't bear to see that thus the reason why I covered her up with a blanket. I was about to finish when she woke up, stopping me midway.

"Marce?" She asked groggily, curling up more because of the warmth from the blanket.

"Hmm?" I covered her entirely up to her shoulders.

"Where are you?" She asked, eyes closed. "Sleep with me."

I blushed impulsively. Thoughts pushed through my mind at her suggestion. And then I felt embarrassed at what I'm thinking. "Are you still sleepy?" I asked her.

"Hmm," she agreed. She then opened her eyes. "You tempted me earlier. I saw you sleeping and then I couldn't help but sleep with you too." She smiled. "What time is it?"

I smiled, chuckling. "A day just passed. You're really a heavy sleeper." I joked.

"What?!" She seemed awake now, sitting up immediately. When she realized that I was joking, she slapped me on my shoulders. "That's not a good joke you know."

I was still laughing at this point. "You should've seen your face."

"Whatever." She stood up, half of the blanket fell on the floor. "So, it's almost 4pm, huh?"

I nodded my head, still laying down at her bed. Bonnibel went to retrieve her phone which was charging.

"Would you like to come with me to school?" I asked, breaking the silence off.

She looked at me, confusion etching on her face. "Why?"

I shrugged. I didn't know what I'm talking about anymore. "Stargazing at the rooftop?" It seems I was also questioning myself.

She looked at me with her decisive eyes. Finally she sighed. "Are you really that bored, Marce?"

I felt my head nodding even though that wasn't what I wanted to do.

"Did you know that there's a 70 percent chance of raining this day?"

I didn't know that. I haven't watched TV for a while now to know what they're saying in weather forecasts. "Well, there's still the 30 percent chance of not raining right?" I persisted.

I saw Bonnie eyeing me, looking troubled too. I feel like she's having second thoughts. But I don't like seeing Bonnie troubled so I stood up from her bed.

"Well, forget whatever I just said." I chucked nervously. "I… I should go now. I better let you get back to things," I said with a smirk. "Don't want to hold you up." I said it casually, so she wouldn't felt bad that I'm now leaving her after a rejection coming from her. I know Bonnie too well to think about that.

"Marce, I-"

I cut her off with a laugh. "Bon," I started. "Come on, don't feel bad. It's really okay. I promise," I said with a wide grin so she wouldn't be worried about me. "You should continue," I nodded my head to her desk of books "-your work? If that's work?"

"Marce," Bonnie looked so trouble. I hate leaving her like that but I need to leave now.

"Am I a bad… friend?" She ended the question with a soft voice.

I turned to face her again. "Bonnie!" I raised my voice. "Of course you're not. What the hell are you even asking?!"

She shook her head. "I want to go with you."

I hate how that made my legs feel like their jelly. Damn you, Bonnie! You make my heart ache so much!

"I really want to go with you, you know."

"But?"

"There are no buts," she shook her head.

"Then why do you have to ask that question?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. Anyway, let me come with you."

I looked at her eyes and I could see that she looks serious now. I smiled. "Really?"

She nodded.

"You agreed now. No backing out okay?"

Bonnibel rolled her eyes. "Yep, but I do have a bad feeling about this."

A/N:

Yep, so this is the last chapter I made. I told you it's unfinished. Hahaha. So I guess this it.

Buut, I'm actually thinking of continuing this... because Obsidian is getting released in a couple of days from now and that encouraged me again to write Bubbline. (Wooh! I'm so excited for Obsidian) I'm really soft for them.

But I'm still not sure, really. Hahaha. I'm also actually thinking of finishing Pouring Rain and Commiserating Changes first before continuing this. So, wow. I'm getting ahead of myself again. T.T

So, that's it. Bye. Thank you so much. :3