First of all, I deleted some comments by accident, because I posted the last chapter twice, and I just wanted to thank you for the nice words haha!
10.01.2016
Bonnibel never imagined having a sleepover. Especially not with someone like Marceline Abadeer, but at this time of the hour, the black-haired girl had insisted that she didn't wander off alone.
"I saw where you live."
"It's a decent area actually."
The drunk girl narrowed her eyes at her. "You are too cute, somebody will try to take advantage of that."
Bonnibel quirked one eyebrow up, not taking the compliment very seriously. "That… Doesn't even make sense."
But there was no talking back. Marceline had decided that she would stay, and Bonnibel didn't want to fight with her again. So compliance was the only option left for the pink-haired girl. They walked through an empty lobby, with a floor so polished that her reflection was looking back at her.
Does she live in a hotel? Wait, does her family own this place? Marceline didn't give her enough time to think about it, pulling her through the lobby to a lift, which opened before they even arrived at it. Bonnibel couldn't trust her ears. Inside the elevator, actual music played. Of course, she had heard about elevator music, but it always seemed like some fairy tale from the past to her. Most of the time she was lucky when the damn thing worked and didn't even think about music. But this one had jazz playing inside. With a jolt it started going upwards, and still enthralled by the elevator, the pink-haired girl wasn't surprised when Marceline pushed the button for the 40th floor. With a ding the door opened smoothly, and she was met not with a hallway but with an apartment.
"Wait, what?"
"C'mon already, I'm sleepy as fuck." The black-haired girl turned around one eye already half closed. She was losing the fight against her tiredness quickly.
"A-Anybody can come through this elevator? Right here? Into your-"
Marceline rolled her eyes, as if Bonnibel had asked something anybody should know. "They need my key card." She explained, waving the card in front of her guest. "Otherwise the elevator won't even bring them here."
"But-"
"Can we sleep now? Please?" The Abadeer girl yawned, as she wobbled around a corner and vanished.
Bonnibel quickly followed the drunk girl, but as she turned around the same corner, her eyes nearly popped out of her head. The flat was so big it made Bonnibel's head spin. As she looked around with her dropped jaw, her brain told her she shouldn't be so shocked, but the sheer size of Marceline Abadeer's apartment was hard to comprehend. There was a door that, Bonnibel guessed, lead to the bathroom, but aside from that was only one big room with a kitchen at one side, and an enormous bed, way back on the other. An enormous TV stood in the middle, making the pink-haired girl feel as if she was shrinking, with a sofa big enough to be twice her bed at home.
The owner of all of this let herself drop onto said bed and laid there not moving a muscle. As Bonnibel walked over, the corpse suddenly started wiggling out of her clothes.
"Um, Marceline?"
"Hm?" The girl on the bed gave her a questioning look, while tossing her pants to the side. "Too hot."
In a poor attempt to avert her eyes from this, Bonnibel noticed that there was a dog on the bed, a stuffed one. The plushie looked old, with a button-eye missing, and only a few spots had its original color, as most had faded away over the time. For somebody that was so keen to act maturely like Marceline, this was a weird thing to cuddle with. Without thinking about it, Bonnibel climbed the side of the bed and grabbed the dog like toy and could now feel that it had been washed a lot of times, as its fabric had become rough.
"Give it back." The pink-haired girl blinked a few times, as Marceline held her hand out, forehead creased.
"That yours?"
"His name is Schwabl. Now give him back."
"Sorry." Bonnibel handed the stuffed animal back to its owner. "That's why you didn't want to sleep at Lady's?"
"Can't sleep without Schwabl."
Bonnibel blinked a few times in surprise. "Why?" She asked in a genuinely curious voice.
"Because." Marceline said, while rolling on the other side, showing Bonnibel her back. The pink-haired girl waited a few moments unsure if there would be a follow up to the unsatisfying answer, but as she was about to get out of the gigantic bed a vulnerable voice stopped her. "It's weird."
"I didn't expect to be in your bed either." The Buchholz shrugged.
Marceline rolled over again. Sitting up, her red eyes met Bonnibel's. "Not you. You're cool."
Bonnibel knew that Marceline was only complimenting her so much because of the lingering effects of the alcohol, but couldn't help the tingling feeling inside her stomach either. Nor could she help the fact that she didn't mind this unfamiliar sensation. "W-What is weird then?"
The black-haired girl was unsure what to say, kneading Schwabl in her arms. "I… I get nightmares, without Schwabl."
"Oh." There was an awkward pause between them, and Bonnibel knew she had to say something. "About what?"
"Bad stuff. F-Forget it. It's stupid and childish." There they were again, the walls the young Abadeer had built up to protect herself. Bonnibel had the urge to ask, but knew from experience, that sometimes pushing against them only strengthened them.
So, instead of persisting, Bonnibel smiled at Marceline. "It's okay, you know?"
"T-Thanks."
Then, something weird happened. As those two sat next to each other on the bed, Marceline looked back at her, her plushie covering her mouth, and face red, thanks to the alcohol Bonnibel presumed. But then, for a fraction of a moment, the pink-haired girl didn't see Marceline. Maybe it was the way she looked, or maybe it was thanks to Schwabl, but Bonnibel saw her little brother Neddy, looking at her with big sad eyes. She felt something pulling on her heart, and before she could stop herself, her arms were around the black-haired girl, hugging her tightly.
Under this hard shell lingers a small child, scared and frail.
Then, Bonnibel realized that what she was doing now was embarrassing, unreasonable, and would probably lead to Marceline being angry again, but as she wanted to quickly pull away, she felt hands clutching into the back of her sweater, holding her on the spot. Marceline nestled her face between the other girl's chin and chest, and she could feel her hot breath hitting her throat. The Buchholz's face was prickling and hot, but she couldn't deny the fact that the smooth black hair right in front of her face smelled so freaking nice. Before her reasoning had a say in the matter, she had already taken a few big breaths in. Finally, her mind kicked in.
I am sniffing her hair right now. The fact that she enjoyed it made it worse. "Marceline, we should sleep now, don't you think?"
"Hmhm."
Bonnibel's green eyes looked around for anything that could help her. Of course, there wasn't anything. "Y-You need to let go for that."
"Can't you just stay here." As the girl in her arms spoke, it tingled against her collarbone.
Bonnibel fought the part of her mind that was saying 'why not?' "The couch is waiting for me."
"Okay…" Marceline finally let go, but before she could see her face, the Abadeer had already spun around, grabbed Schwabl, and buried her face in a pillow.
Bonnibel looked at her, her mouth curving up to a smile on one side. Drunk Marceline is cute. She thought, not knowing that the young Abadeer had been pretty aware of what had happened just now.
…
Once her first eyelid had opened halfway, the headache hit her, and she quickly tried to hide behind the comfortable darkness which her eyelids provided. Marceline stayed like this for some time, worried that if she stood up now the content of her stomach would greet her. Even if she was now wrapped up in bedsheets and pillows, the world she couldn't see kept spinning. She hated hangovers. Why did she have to drink so much? Half the day would be wasted with recovery, what a waste of time. She was not fourteen anymore, she knew her limits, but yet again she had to act like a brat.
A smell hit her nose. A sweet scent of maple syrup, dancing in the air with a savory smell of pancakes. Marceline suddenly saw images behind the darkness of her closed eyes. A beautiful woman, with long black hair, just like her own, making the most perfect breakfast for a giggling young girl with red eyes. She knew this woman. She still missed her too much to keep locking and instead opened her eyes. The light immediately let her head explode. She blinked a few times, while going through her messy black hair with a groan. Just then, she realized, the tasty smell had not faded.
Her body darted up as memories of the night started returning. Someone was in her kitchen, preparing an incredible breakfast. Marceline rubbed her eyes with her fists. She wasn't dreaming, was she?
Why would I dream something so awkward, anyway?
But the pink-haired girl was still at the hotplate, she had not disappeared, and was instead finishing the last few pancakes, not yet noticing that she was being observed. The dawn bathed the room in a golden light, which played around her frame, giving her a shine as Bonnibel quietly hummed a song to herself. It seemed so mundane and corny, and yet Marceline couldn't stop staring, as if her eyes were drawn to the light like a moth.
As Bonnibel turned around, a pan in her hand, and a small smile playing around the corner of her mouth, she finally noticed the hungover girl. Marceline would have given anything for a chance at pretending that she was still asleep, just to keep admiring her from afar a little more. Then it hit her. She was still staring at the pink-haired girl with big eyes, and hair in her mouth. Heat instantly engulfed her face. It only got worse once she noticed that she was, like usually when she would sleep alone, half naked. Quickly, she grabbed her, blanked and raised it over her head, needing something to hide from the green eyes looking at her.
"Morning to you too." Bonnibel said finally.
I ruined it again. Shit! Fuck! Balls! She thought while somehow grabbing the clothes that were spread around her bed, and putting them on, all while still staying under the blanket. Once she was finished with all that weird wiggling, she stood up, and sat herself down again after a second. For that short embarrassing moment she had forgotten that she was still messed up, but now the aftereffect of the alcohol made itself noticeable again.
"Ugh…" She grunted, as she held her head in both hands.
She didn't even realize that Bonnibel had already walked over to where she was sitting. "You really did pull one over yourself yesterday, didn't you?"
"Shut up." Marceline said, with a not very serious voice, as she knew that the other girl was right. "W-Why are you still here?" She asked, raising her head to face the other girl.
Bonnibel shrugged. "Didn't feel right to just disappear without saying anything."
Marceline bit her lip. "I guess that makes sense."
"Want some water first?"
"Heh, are you my private nurse now?"
"You wish." Bonnibel quipped back, winking at her.
The young Abadeer could feel her heart taking a few extra beats, and she had to avert her gaze. What was going on? She fumbled with Schwabl, brows furrowed together. She had never felt that way with anybody, not even Ash.
Ash!
"Shit. I have to call my boyfriend."
"You late for something?"
"No, I have to fucking apologize for yesterday!" Marceline said, hitting her forehead. She had yelled at him, pushed him, and then she ran away from him. How the hell should she apologize for this? She didn't quite understand why she had acted like she had.
Or why I hugged Bonnibel and wanted to cuddle with her. Shit no, stop it! She forced those blurry memories into the back of her head. She had a boyfriend. She was not homosexual in the first place! And yet, her eyes kept going back to the girl bringing her a glass of water. The shy smile appeared on her face as if someone had just cast a spell on her. "Thanks…"
"So that douche is your boyfriend?"
"He's a good guy."
"Who gets furious over a few stains on his jacket, sure."
"A-Anyway, I have to at least explain myself."
Bonnibel shrugged again, the indifference in her face was painful. "Do what you have to. Want me to make some coffee in the meantime?"
Marceline didn't like the fluffy feeling in her chest, which stole her breath. "Y-Yeah." And then she took her phone out to call Ash.