I know it has been some times since the last update. Well, what can I say... Life is keeping me busy :p but i haven't forgotten this story ^^ Hope everyone can still enjoy this.

09.10.2016

Marceline wouldn't be able to go to her bench today. There was way too much yet to do, for her to go home. Working hard under stress was something that was expected of an Abadeer, even on a Saturday...

Coffee will help. She tried to cheer herself up, but with little to no effect. "No helping it, just gotta type it all out, I guess." A sigh escaped her lips, and for a moment she closed her eyes while starting to massage her nose bridge. Then, she could hear someone sitting down next to her.

"Let me just help you with the paperwork." It was Ash. His blond hair was falling into his face on one side, but it seemed like he didn't mind it. Instead, his eyes were looking straight at Marceline. Even she couldn't deny that he was a lady-killer.

"Hey, Ash. Are you done with your work already? I really don't want to be a burden to you."

"No worries, I finished most of the important stuff already. The rest can wait, at least till we get this here finished." He said while pointing at the huge pile of paper in front of them.

"... Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

And for a good while, the two of them sat there without talking at all. No sound could be heard through the empty office, the only noises were the clicking of Marceline's fingers on the keyboard, and Ash shifting through paper upon paper. But then, after a good while, the blond boy disrupted the silence.

"You doing okay, babe?"

"Hm? Got a lot of work for the next few days, which sucks, to be honest."

"Sure, I know, but you will manage."

"Weird question then."

"Just felt like asking. You seemed down, the last couple days, for some reason."

Not being able to relax at her usual spot to take a 'breather' was probably a big part of the reason for her foul mood. This pink haired freak was really trying to ruin her life, wasn't she? The worst part was, that Marceline knew that she was being childish, and if there was one thing that she hated, then it was acting like a spoiled brat. She wasn't behaving like her father would want her to.

She then gave her 'boyfriend' a smile, while saying. "I'm doing fine. But thanks for worrying about me."

"Hey, that's what I'm here for."

"Yeah, I know. You're a good guy Ash."

"So are you, Marcy."

"... I guess."

And with that, the two of them fell into silence again. After about another hour of silently working through the paper mountain, they were finally done and called it a day. Ash and Marceline walked out of the building together, and she was happy to finally be alone after a long day of work, she really just wanted to plug her headphones in, and sit at the lake like she always did, but then Ash offered to drive her home.

"I really don't mind, it's not that big of a detour for me anyway."

"That's really nice of you, but I won't be going home just yet."

"Oh, got another appointment?"

She hesitated for a moment. Would he understand if she told him? "... Yeah, kinda."

A bit later, the black haired girl had finally reached the park. She turned the volume of her headphones down just enough so that she could hear a few birds singing while walking through the green park. She would turn around the corner, like she always did, walk around the lake, and sit down on her bench so that she could relax for an hour or so. That was her plan, but instead of enjoying the peaceful blue of the lake, or the majestic brown and green of the surrounding trees, she could only see one color. Pink.

It's too late for that shit… I really don't have the nerves left to argue today. She thought while trying to hold back a yawn.

Nobody ever sat here, why was this new girl trying to change that? Couldn't she just find another spot? And there it was again, this childish stubbornness. What point was there to argue with oneself, about nothing but a simple bench in a park? This was ridiculous! So, instead of wasting what was left of her precious energy on her inner brat, she just walked up to Bonnibel and sat down right next to her. She could feel the pink haired girl staring at her, but didn't care either way. Instead, Marceline turned the volume up again, and enjoyed some relaxing music, while staring at the lake for a while.

It seemed at some point that Bonnibel had accepted that they wouldn't talk. Her eyes were eating the book in her hands again.

At least she doesn't try to be my friend or some bullshit like that. Marceline hated nothing more than superficial relationships. She had enough of those. But instead of staying angry, the black haired girl tried to make the best of this situation. She switched her playlist to something calmer and relaxing, and closed her eyes, after taking a deep breather.

This… is okay. Just for a little while. Let me just rest… just for a bit.

09.10.2016

From time to time, Bonnibel glanced up from her book, just to check if there was some kind of change in the other girl's attitude. She wasn't expecting much but was still surprised when Marceline didn't even open her eyes once.

Am I that ugly that the little princess doesn't want to look at me? Gee, she must really hate my guts. But then, the pink haired girl just shrugged on it. It wasn't like she needed Marceline to be her friend. If she wanted to be an asshole, that was on her, not on Bonnie. So, instead of giving the other girl any more attention, she just continued reading her book for about an hour. As the sun slowly started to set, and it was getting colder and colder, Bonnie packed her book into her bag stood up and started going, but after a few steps away from the bench, she could feel an urge. A very annoying one, if one asked her.

No, I won't turn back to see if she is looking. This is stupid. We're not friends. She and I are worlds apart. She would just… hurt me.

And then, the pink haired girl turned around. Unsurprisingly, Marceline was still sitting on the bench, arms crossed, and eyes closed. She hadn't moved for an hour, so why should she now? Just because Bonnie was leaving? Marceline had made it more than clear that she didn't care about her. But now looking a bit closer at the girl on the bench, it almost seemed as if she was… asleep? There was no way, right? But then again, Bonnibel couldn't just leave her sitting here alone in the park, while it was slowly getting dark.

"You can't be serious…"

If I "wake" her up, and she wasn't asleep at all, I will cry, I swear I will. She promised herself. But leaving with this uncertainty left in her stomach, was no option either. Instead of thinking too much about it, Bonnibel just walked up to the girl on the bench. But as soon as she reached her, a new problem came up. How should she wake her? Would it be rude to shake her? Marceline would probably throw a tantrum if she did, just like her little brother Neddy always used to do. He could be such a brat if he wanted to, just like the girl in front of Bonnie. Just like that one time, he fell asleep while watching one of his favorite cartoons. Bonnibel had just tried to get him into his bed so that he wouldn't get a sore neck from sleeping on the cold floor like he did. But as soon as she had tried to wake him up, he had started crying. She probably just scared him, is what her mom Clarabel had told her later, with her usual warm smile.

As memories of her little brother flooded into her head, Bonnibel didn't even realize that her hand had moved on her own. Before she could stop herself, her finger had already poked Marceline's cheek, like she always did while waking Ned up.

"...Whoops?" Bonnibel said out loud what she was thinking at that moment.

"W-What the fuck?!"

Hearing Marceline yell, Bonnie quickly withdraw her hand, fearing that the other girl might bite her finger off.

"Fucking hell, is that how you wake people up?"

"Uhm… It actually is, yes." The pink haired girl said while looking confused at her own finger.

"What is wrong with you?"

She wasn't really surprised that Marceline was acting like that, but yet it still didn't sit well with her. She just wanted to help, like she always did. "I wasn't the one sleeping on a bench all by myself."

"Don't smart ass me!"

"Hey listen, princess, I just thought it wouldn't be the nicest idea to leave you here alone, while it gets dark. And no, I don't want your money."

Being called something like that, she narrowed her red eyes in contempt. "Why would you care?"

"I… I was just worried that's all."

"You're not my mother!"

"That doesn't mean I can't care about you, you idiot!" Without waiting for another insult, Bonnie turned around and stomped away.

Why do the people I try to help, always end up hating me?...

09.12.2016

"-But when I came back into the kitchen, Susan was already eating the sandwiches I made for school. I swear this dog planed all of it." Finn told the rest of their group, as they packed their stuff. Classes were over for today, and all of them just wanted to go home. Hearing Mr. Garb's shrill voice for an hour left everyone with a headache.

"Bro, you really shouldn't get yourself outsmarted by a dog." Jake chuckled while resting his hand on his little brother's shoulder.

"C'mon, she's way too intelligent!"

"Didn't seem too impressive to me when she wanted to slobber Lady and me up, no offense." Bonnie said with a small grin on her face as well.

"Not you too! Lady, at least you're on my side, right?"

"Well, I don't really-" But the tall blond girl stopped mid sentence, as she saw someone approaching the group from the other side of the room. "I think someone wants to speak with the hero girl again." Lady said, pointing in Marceline's direction, who was walking right at them.

"Great…"

Bonnibel really didn't want to talk with that girl anymore. Yesterday, she had been so angry after getting insults throwing at her, that she didn't even notice the rice getting burned while cooking for Neddy and Clarabel. Even today, she had a pretty sour mood because of it and had kept to herself for most of the day. She just wanted to go home and do some relaxing work around their apartment.

You know what? Bonnie thought, still looking at the approaching girl, That's what I'll do.

So, instead of waiting for Marceline, Bonnibel turned around and left the room, while loudly saying "See you tomorrow guys." to the group. She could hear a rather surprised Lady say something behind her, but didn't pay any attention to that, and quickly kept on walking through the corridor.

But after a few steps, she could hear a familiar voice say, "Where the hell are you going?" Marceline's voice made Bonnie look back, and she could see that the black haired girl was standing in the door of the classroom, looking at her with a mixture of confusion and her usual anger. The two girls looked at each other for a long moment. Green eyes met red ones.

Then, Bonnibel started running.

"Hey! Get the fuck back here!"

Nope.

She headed right for the main hall, jumping down a few stairs on her way. She knew that this was just a temporary solution, but that was fine with her. Tomorrow she would have more energy to deal with her. She would head straight for the train, and if the gods were on her side Marceline would-

"I told you to fucking wait already!"

Glancing back a shiver ran over Bonnibel's back, as she realized that she was getting chased, by a now obviously pissed of Marceline. All other students in the area were looking at them with an amused, yet bewildered expression, as they darted past them.

"This... is a... joke!" Bonnie yelled, while her lungs were burning up.

Her pursuer wasn't doing much better though. "Then… stop… already!"

But instead of slowing down, Bonnie tried to run even faster. Fear is a great motivator after all. But it seemed that Marceline wasn't someone that gave up easily.

Do I really have to run all the way back home?!

Seconds later, her question was answered by the sidewalk. She tripped.
As Marceline finally reached her, Bonnie was laying on the ground, holding her bloody knees.

This really didn't go as planned.