If you're enjoying this story, you should check out My new one: Bad Heart. It has the same setting, but different events.
The next night, as usual, Bonni's progenitors thought that she was in her room studying. Meanwhile, she was actually revisiting that park.
"Hello?", Bonnibel called out, hoping to see Marceline again.
No replies were heard.
'I guess Marceline isn't coming back.'.
There was nothing but silence in the air, not even car ambience was audible. Bonni felt crushed.
"Boo!".
Marceline was right behind her & managed to scare the living bajibas out of her.
"You came!", she said in delight.
"Yeah, I had nutt'n better to do.", Marcy said in her ghettoish accent.
"So, I guess this means that we're friends.", she said happily.
"Yeah, sure, why not?", Marceline brushed her off.
Excited at the prospect of a new friend, the pair hung out quite a bit longer than the previous night. This time, they exploited the vast playground around them. They went all around, playing on the various play-sets & platforms. But the main attraction was what the kids called the Big Slide, a metal spiral side that could be quite intimidating to the younger park-goers, who treated lt as a rite of passage. Marceline went up to the Big Slide, with Bonnibel following close behind. Arms raised in the air, Marcy slid down, but seemed to have lost her cell phone upon landing. Bonnibel, assuming that the path was clear, descended almost directly afterward. It was too' late when she saw Marcy in the way in a split second. She toppled her over, landing on top of Marceline in an awkward two-person dogpile.
They stared at each other, dazed, for a good minute, trying to process what had happened. It was the humane thing to do. Then Bonnibel got off & apologized. They were both embarassed about the situation. Bonnibel quickly found Marceline's cell phone, a black Motorola flip phone with an extendable antenna, under the slide. Immediately realizing lt was hers, she handed lt to Marceline.
After a quick, "Thanks.", they went over to the swings.
A decade earlier, a girl died on that swing-set from swinging all the way around the pole & as a result, all four of the swings were replaced with baby swings, which weren't easy to get into. Marceline was pulling herself up by the chains & hopping into her swing seat as Bonnibel stared awkwardly at her own swing, unsure of how she would get into the small floating contraption.
"I need some help.".
"Oh, you are so lazy.", Marceline teased.
Regardless, Marceline decided to help her. She picked Bonnibel up by the waist & lowerred her into the swing. It felt weird being held by the waist. Bonni continued to blush, not knowing why. Once they were both seated, they started getting some air. Bonnibel stayed at a conservative height while Marceline took to the skies, practically falling out of her seat with each descent. And when they got tired of that, Marceline thought up the bright idea of spinning the swing around in place. She would curl up the chains all the way, then lean back & release. It was dizzy fun for the two. Later, Bonnibel added a fun twist to the activity: spinning while in motion. So they would take turns, winding each other up & then pushing them forward. Marceline loved the idea so much that she never wanted to stop.
They had a blast, just two lonely girls playing in a playground at night. Now that Bonnibel felt a little bit more confident in her ability to sneak out (or snurk, as Marceline called lt), she stayed out longer than one hour. She even set up the dummy in her bed again, to be on the safe side. Once the clock hit 1, both girls were tired enough to go home. Although, hanging out & playing all night was tempting.
This time, Marceline was intent on taking Bonni home on her motorcycle.
"Come. This way.", Marceline motioned for Bonnibel to exit the park a different way.
Bonnibel was confused, but followed.
"Hop on.", she said as she got on the motorcycle.
"But, this is dangerous.", Bonni said, looking fearful. "I don't have a helmet. Do you even have a license?".
"That's not important. But, you getting home safe from the creepers is.".
She still didn't make any noticable effort to get onto the decrepit-looking motorcycle.
"Okay, I'm leaving without you.", Marceline told her.
She wouldn't actually abandon her. She was just persuading her to get on & live a little. Revving the engine, she made lt look as though she were about to ride off. Bonnibel quickly hopped on the back, but still wearing her hesitant expression. Marceline smiled that she was successful in her scheme. Bonni wasn't sure why she moved so impulsively, but there she was, facing her fear.
"What do I hold onto?", she asked.
But Marceline quickly took off, causing Bonnibel to instinctively hold onto Marceline. The blushing reiterated, but this time lt was flusterring. She couldn't tell, but Marceline was too'.
'It's only normal to feel so awkward in such a weird position with your best friend.'.
They were both mentally explaining their own emotions. Marceline was such a reckless driver that by the time she halted the motorcycle in front of the AWM, Bonnibel was still holding on tightly. Marceline found lt strange, but she really enjoyed the sensation of the tight hug. But lt was also pretty late & Bonni really needed to get home, though Marceline, not so much.
"Umm. You can let go now.".
Bonnibel finally opened her eyes & unclasped her arms from Marcelines back, to Marcy's disappointment. Stepping off the motorcycle, Bonnibel took a moment to reorient herself.
"You really weren't lying about the mansion.", Marceline gawked.
"And you weren't lying about the motorcycle.", Bonnibel teased.
"Tss. This old thing.".
The new friends waved goodbye for the night. Bonnibel snuck back into her mansion as Marceline rode off into the quiet night.