Hey there, just hoping you all stay safe in these weird times! Trying to stay positive right now, I got a lot of time to write at least.
10.01.2016
Bonnibel was still laying in bed, her bones were heavier than usual, and even the comforting rays of the sun weren't helping with that. It was probably the stress finally leaving her system, as they handed the assignment in yesterday, and now with that weight off her shoulders, the exhaustion full-on crashed down on her. Luckily for her it was Saturday, and she didn't have to get up immediately. Marceline hadn't talked to her since two days ago avoiding her, just like Bonnibel used to. Massaging her eyes with her fingers, she could feel frustration bubbling up again, knowing that she couldn't force Marceline to talk to her, nor did she want to, if the Abadeer girl didn't want to be her friend, then that was on her. She would miss out, not Bonnibel...
"This sucks!" Bonnie said, while yawning into her dangerously comfortable pillow.
At least I tried. She told herself, but then she remembered how awkward yesterday had been. The two girls wouldn't talk despite being forced to wait together until they could hand in their project, and every attempt for small talk was brutally stopped by Marceline's single word answers.
"Okay… Whatever… Dunno…" The black-haired girl wouldn't even look her in the face while responding, she rather stared out of the window, or at her phone. Bonnibel had not much experience at making friends, and was probably not that good at it as well, that's why yesterday had felt like an uphill battle, she was destined to lose. The problem was, Bonnibel had always been a sore loser, bugged that she didn't know if it had been her fault that Marceline was now acting so cold towards her, or if something else was the reason for the Abadeer girl's bad mood.
With an annoyed growl, the pink-haired girl finally stood up, just wanting those useless thoughts to vanish from her mind. Mr. Garb had been impressed with what the two had done, so she should be happy about it, yet she was getting more and more agitated the longer she thought about yesterday.
In the hope of some distraction she went into the kitchen, let some water boil to make tea. Neddy was still sleeping, and her mother had already gone to work, Saturdays gave a little bonus that Clarabel wouldn't be able to miss out on. With no one but the pink-haired girl standing in the kitchen, the flat was quiet aside from the bubbling water. While waiting, she pulled out her old phone and noticed that she had a few unanswered messages. Scrolling through the app, she got reminded that today they would go to this party at the house of one of Jake's friends.
She was still unsure about today, as she didn't know may of the people that would be there. Would it be a chilled-out party with calm ambient music, a few mild drinks and some snacks, or a full-on drinking orgy? At least she didn't have to worry about what she would wear, she didn't have much clothing, and even less fit for a party, so there was no big choice to make, and she would stick to one of her usual comfy large sweaters. As she poured the hot water into a cup full of peppermint leaves, she decided something.
Today, I will give my best to enjoy myself.
…
As the four of them arrived at the house, heavy electronic music was already vibrating through the air, and a part of Bonnibel already wanted to leave. A group of boys was sitting on the grass in front of the house, smoking, and beer in hand, probably to enjoy the mild air of the summer night, as the tallest of the bunch noticed the arriving group and stood up. The boy had sharp features, hidden under a full beard, messy hair sticking out of his cap and brown eyes. He wore a football jacket from a team Bonnie hadn't heard of before, but then again she never had been a big sports person. As he saw them, a big toothy smile spread from one ear to the other.
"Jake my man!"
"Wolf! How long has it been since you threw one of those?"
"Way too long my dude! The last few exams have been no joke, but here we are!" As he looked past the smaller Adons, his smile grew even wider, which shouldn't even be possible. "That you Finn? Never expected you to show up to one of my parties!"
The blonde boy rubbed his own shoulder awkwardly. "If you would've asked me a year ago I would probably agree with that, just trying out some new stuff, you know?"
Wolf gave him a respectful nod. "That's cool, man. Keep in mind, it's only a cool party if everybody has fun, so if something gets on your nerves just come to me, all right?"
"Thanks dude."
The host then nodded towards the two girls. "Ladies."
Lady, wearing a tight dress full of dim colors, returned the greeting with an excited wave. "That your house?"
"My parents, but before you think badly of me, I got their permission. They're the most chill people on earth. Just eh, don't break the TV, please."
"I will try not to." The blonde girl chuckled.
Bonnibel stood at the back, clutching her side, and hoped to avoid the attention, but as Wolf walked over to her, there was no getting out of this. "Another new face! Welcome to the party paradise." He said, waving over to the loud house behind him.
"H-Hey, I'm Bonnibel."
"Hello Bonnibel." He looked at her for a second, brows raised up, then he put his hands on his hips. "Usually the second floor is not as loaded with drunks, so if you need to chill for a bit, just go up, or chill with us out here." He shrugged.
She blinked a few times at him, then she could feel her face getting warmer. Had she been so obviously uncomfortable? "Thanks, I'll try to remember that."
"See, told you guys, didn't I? He is a great guy." Jake said, laughing loudly while throwing an arm around Wolf.
"So you talk behind my back about me, eh?"
"Only good things though."
Wolf wanted to retort something, but before he could one of the guys he was sitting with before they arrived yelled: "Wolf, you ditch us for… them?"
Bonnibel looked at the person, and was surprised at her own thoughts, she was immediately stunned by how pretty he was. He looked just like a model, with sharp features, a stylish hairstyle, a smoke in hand, and an expensive-looking black jacket. But then, he had to open his mouth again. "You really invite anybody nowadays, Wolf."
The host of the party just rolled his brown eyes, as he saw that Bonnibel furrowed her eyebrows in irritation at that comment. "Let Ash be, he likes to play the jerk, but he's a good guy, trust me." Wolf then walked back to the circle of boys, slapping this Ash on the shoulder. "C'mon dude, don't embarrass me in front of my guests!"
Bonnibel and her friends walked past them, but she noticed that this Ash person was looking at her as they left.
What's your deal, asshole.
They came closer to the source of the electronic bass music, therefore Lady needed to raise her voice more so that the others would hear her. "He seems nice, how do you two know each other?"
"Played football together for a while back in the days. He still does, apparently. Dude was known for throwing parties whenever he could, and invite everybody he knows."
"Damn, his parents must be truly open-minded letting him do that." Bonnie said.
Jake gave her half a shrug. "Everyone respects Wolf, so nothing terrible ever happened, aside from a few barfers or spilled drinks on the sofa, well and that one time someone shot a football right through the TV."
As they came closer, the first drunk was already stumbling through the front door, past them and bawling something unintelligible to the group of boys on the grass. Admittedly, this was what Bonnibel had expected, but still her stomach tightened nervously up.
Aside from all the people, the big house was lovely decorated, full of wooden shelves, plants, and around every corner was yet another cozy corner with blankets and pillows spread on the floor. Jake had obviously been here more than once, leading them right through the house and to where the beer and snacks were placed.
Aside from the loud music, this isn't too bad.
They all grabbed a bottle of something, and after opening them Finn yelled at his friends: "Cheers on finishing this shitty project!"
They all toasted on that, and Bonnibel, after giving the bottle a short, suspicious look, sipped on hers like the others, but didn't get much of the bitter liquid down. Undoubtedly, there was no need to worry about her getting drunk on this, but her choice of drink aside she had another problem to face.
What are you supposed to do at a party? It's not like I know anybody here.
As if her thoughts had jinxed it, Finn and Jake got pulled to the side by a girl in a purple dress which was way too short for her, and seemed to be extra cramped around her chest area, and as if that didn't underline the focus of the outfit enough, an expensive-looking necklace dangled right in front of her cleavage. The new girl used the two boys as support, as she was already pretty wobbly on her legs, and her round face, half-covered in her black curly hair, was somewhat flushed.
"Oh my god! It's Finn and Jake! It's been so long, guys! What are you up to? Let's party together!"
"H-Hey LSP." Finn said, ducking out of her arm awkwardly, which left the drunk girl no choice but to clutch Jake's side. He gave his younger brother a look, then sighed and grabbed the girl by the hip and supported her.
"We should get you somewhere where you can calm down a little." Jake said, while carrying her off to one of the blankets. "At least bring me a cup of water or something, Finn."
"For her face maybe." Lady mumbled, rolling her eyes. Bonnibel was surprised, she never expected the always laid back blonde girl to be the jealous type.
Fortunately, it seemed like neither of the Adons brothers had heard that little comment, as Finn hurried to find a cup of water, and Jake got his ears blasted by the wailing of the new girl who was bursting in tears without a clear reason. "My stupid boyfriend broke up with me, you guys! Wait, he's not my boyfriend anymore if we broke up! Oh my god!"
Jake ignored the girl in his arms. "She's an old… acquaintance of ours. Sorry guys, don't feel forced to stay here, this is always ugly."
Lady's usual smile slipped for a moment. "Well, don't mind us then. C'mon Bonnie let's not waste time with that. Let's go dancing."
"Uh…" Before she could answer, she got already pulled away from Jake and Finn, who were looking after the drunk girl.
Note to my future self, jealous Lady is scary.
Letting herself get dragged past many faces, Bonnie could feel the bass vibrating in her chest as they entered the living room which had been chosen as the dance-floor. The tall blonde girl moved her body elegantly along the rhythm of the electronic music, this was for sure not her first time dancing, whereas Bonnibel had been thrown in cold water. Suddenly there were legs and arms everywhere. At first, she stood there solid as a rock, questioning how she ended up in this. Someone stepped on her foot, someone else rammed his elbow in her side, but there were too many people around her to see who it was. Nonetheless, keeping close to Lady as if the taller girl was her anchor in this stormy sea, the pink-haired girl was surprised at herself. Undoubtedly, her skills would pale if compared to Lady's, yet as she tried to copy what Lady was doing, she got more and more comfortable with it. For a while, she just moved with the tide and was invisible in the mass of people around her.
However, after a bit, she tipped the blonde girl on the shoulder. Lady turned around, a drop of sweat forming on her forehead. "You having fun Bonnie?"
"Shouldn't we check up on the boys?"
The taller girl shrugged in return. "Jake seemed content with this LSP pressing herself against him, if you ask me." Bonnibel quirked an eyebrow up and gave Lady a look until the latter rolled with her eyes. "Okay, if we need to."
"God Lady, I never knew you could be this bad." The pink-haired girl could feel her mouth forming a smile, while following the blonde girl to find a way out of this labyrinth of swinging arms and wobbling hips. "I don't think she's competition."
As they somehow got out of the overfilled living room, Lady turned around to Bonnibel, a puzzled expression on her face. "For what?"
Taken aback by the question, she wasn't sure if Lady hadn't realized yet or simply didn't want to talk about her feelings. Either way, she decided to drop the topic. "Nevermind, let's go find them."
She trailed after Lady, and distracted by all the surrounding noises, she walked right into the taller girl. Rubbing her nose, she wanted to ask why Lady had stopped dead in her tracks, but as she noticed that Lady was staring with big appalled eyes at something, she furrowed her brows, while following Lady's gaze. She quickly understood the source for Lady's dismay. LSP was sitting on Jake's lap, her hands on his cheeks, eyes locked with the older Adons brother.
…
Marceline was drunk. She knew that. She didn't know why she had drunk as much as she had though. She hadn't had a beer in quite a while, and the bitter taste made her wrinkle her nose, but after the second or third she had gotten used to it again. Ash was outside with the guy that threw this party, and some other friends she didn't know. Marceline didn't even know until now that Ash had so many friends. Since when did he have the time for them? From where did he even know so many people?
Granted, she could've asked them, yet she didn't. For the most part, she just sat them, and politely and quietly followed their conversation, drinking her beer, only nodding or giving an agreeing "Hm-hm." when she was asked a question. She would play the perfect girlfriend for Ash.
Once she noticed that her current bottle was empty, she whispered to Ash that she would be right back, and made her way inside the large house. That was about an hour ago. Instead of going back to his boyfriend, the by now tipsy Abadeer girl had gone exploring if there was anything that wouldn't bore her like that. Dancing was out of the question though.
The music is trash. Should've gone home when I heard the trashy techno beat. Not even real music.
Therefore, she had thrown herself on one of the big pillows in one of the corners all over the house. Legs crossed, she sat there watching the surrounding people. In contrast to the girl sitting in solitude by herself, everyone else seemed to know one another. They yelled at one another, thanks to the music coming from the living room, gesturing wildly with their hands to underline the uninteresting stuff they were saying. It was fascinating, but above all, Marceline wondered just how many of those smiles were faked. No doubt, they couldn't all be friends, right? Nobody had that many friends.
Didn't expect Ash to know so many people too, though.
The black-haired girl didn't even realize that her tipsiness had already developed in full-on drunkenness, until she started asking herself questions she wouldn't if she was sober.
Why don't I? Did nothing wrong! But that wasn't true. She had pushed Keila and the others away when they needed her. They were a band before. It was their first gig.
And I had to fucking bail... It was important for me too, okay?! Fucking unfair that you all never talk to me anymore!
She clawed into one of the fluffy pillows, holding back the tears.
I am drunk. Should go find Ash.
She tottered her way outside the house, bumping into a few people she didn't care about. Once she was outside and looked around, there was no Ash. She sighed sharply and staggered over to the group of boys.
"Where's Ash?"
This guy that owned the house gave her a look. "You all right?"
"Where's Ash?" She repeated.
"Inside, wanted to grab some food for us. You need help to find him?"
"Pff, as if." She turned on her heels and caught herself before nearly dropping to the ground. She just needed to find her boyfriend, he would help her, she didn't need anybody else.
She somehow managed to get her way back inside, looking for the blonde pretty boy. Where was the food again? She walked down a corridor, holding onto the wall, without really knowing if it was the right way. Then, despite all those people talking loudly, despite the bad music hammering out of the boxes, and despite her intoxicated state, she heard a single voice crystal clear.
"I already said sorry! Stop harassing me and my friend, you dipshit!"
The voice hit her like a splash of icy water, and her stomach dropped. She hurried to the source of the voice, like a moth flew towards a light. Gawking people had gathered around, but she pushed them aside to see Bonnibel, pointing an angry finger at Marceline's boyfriend.
"You ruined my whole jacket, fuck!" Her boyfriend had cheese dip all over his expensive jacket. "You'll have to pay for this, you blind idiot!"