Astoria Heights Park is the park almost right across the street from My old house. It is 1998 & the park had not yet been refurbished. I had them meet at the park because I find the serenity romantic, being that no sounds, people or even much of light is present. A final note: I will probably bless the screen again tomorrow with a third chapter.

No guards, good. After wanderring around aimlessly for a good hour, she stumbled upon Astoria Heights Park, in lts original glory. She could settle down here for a little while & pass the time, before returning home. A fearful sensation built up as she saw & heard something loud pass, then stop, giving her the impression that she wasn't alone.

Earlier, Marceline was sitting at home, alone, as usual. Bored, she left the house to travell, so as to occupy her mind, in all of lts despair. Her dad had bought her a motorcycle many years ago, back when she still had a mom & he still cared; & this was how Marceline got around. She instantly took off, following 46'th Street down. Immediately noticing the park, which she had never before seen, she decided to check lt out, parking her vehicle behind some cars. This would definitely help her endure the elapsing time. One big park, all to herself.

Princess Bubblegum had on the most frightened face in her stock.

'My first time leaving home & already something bad is going to happen.', she thought. "Hey, is somebody there?", inquired the Princess.
"Huh, who are you?", asked an intrigued Marceline, who had just enterred the barren park, under the assumption that noone would be there.
"I won't give my information to a stranger.".
"So then, give lt to me.", said Marceline jokingly.

Bubblegum remained on alert & didn't laugh.

Turning to a more serious tone, Marceline said, "Well, I guess I'll just have to get to know ya then... I can't help but wonder: It's past eleven on a chilly Fall night. But, I'm not the only one at this park. Wanna tell me why that is?".

Bubblegum still didn't trust this stranger.

"I'll keep my buisness mine. Thank you very much.".
"Well, what lf I tell you stuff about me? Then, I won't be a stranger, right?", asked Marceline grippingly.
"Well, I suppo...".
"GREAT!", Marceline cut her off. "So, my name is Marceline & I love music, espeacially punk. Now, you go.".

She was shocked to hear what she wanted from the mysterious, pink-haired girl.

"My name is Bubblegum. I love science.".
"Whoa, Bubblegum? That's clearly made up. I just met you & you're lying to me. Come on, what's your real name?".

Bubblegum was a very honest & genuine person, so lt got to her a bit when Marceline accused her of lying.

"What? I am NOT lying! That's my name!".
"So, your mom calls you Bubblegum?", Marceline asked.
"As a matter of fact, she does.", she replied, honestly.
"Fair enough, but come on. What's your real name? Or should I just call you Bubblegum?", she joked.
"No. Well, actually, l-lt's Bonnibel.".
"Bonnibel? That explains why you go by Bubblegum. Heck, I kinda like the name.".

It was an awkward moment. She received an eponymous compliment from someone that she just met. It felt good to her, though. Nobody had ever called her by her forename before.

'Perhaps we'll be great friends.', Bonnibel thought.

She then realized that in the midst of her thinking, she may have been blushing.

'Why would I be blushing? Maybe that's what friendship feels like.'.

Marceline caught sight of the blushing, but didn't understand lt.

'Maybe she never had friends.'. "Alright, that seemed to work.", she said loudly. "That leaves just one question unanswerred: What are ya doin' in this park at this time?".
"I left home. I just need a little break, from all of that work. Science experiments & whatnot.".
"Sounds terrifying.".

Bonnibel then looked at her, silently asking why Marceline was there.

"Oh, me? I was just bored. I got no mom. My dad is never home & doesn't seem to care. I live over that way.", she said, pointing down 46'th Street.
"Oh.". Confessingly, "Speaking of homes, I've got one to go back to. Nobody knows I'm out.".

Marceline pulled out her cell phone.

'Twelve o'clock?!' "Damn, where did the time go? It's apparently been one whole hour since I left home. Let me take you home. Hopefully they won't notice.".
"Oh, that won't be necessary, bu...", she was cut off by Marceline.
"No, really, I insist. There are low-lives about at this time. I'd feel pretty bad lf something happened to you because you went home by yourself.".
"Umm. Okay then.".

Marceline completely forgot about her motorcycle in talking to this girl. Why? She didn't know. It somehow slipped her mind.

The walk home was quiet, with both girls admiring the beauty of the metropolis that is New York City. They loved lts streets at night, especially with a cool breeze blowing. It was all so pleasant.

The trip was a bit long & Marceline, despite being a night owl, was getting a bit tired. So she parted ways with Bubblegum once they got to Astoria Boulevard, rather than take her all of the way to her house. They said their goodbyes & wonderred lf they would meet again. Both girls went to bed, thinking about their feelings of friendship.

'Friendship? That's what lt is, right? Or is lt something more?'.

Either way, they decided in their rooms that they'd meet again: same time, same place.