Marcy's POV

Marceline rolled over and cursed the sunlight that had the nerve to come in through her tightly shuttered blinds. Squinting and slowly making out the time of the clock, she read 12:50 pm. Not as bad as it could be. She was up late last night anyway. Besides, during the summer she would become almost nocturnal if anyone let her. She had always been a night owl, preferring to work into the wee hours of the morning.

Marceline checked her phone and noticed she had a text from Bonnibel confirming the time and date of today's pickup. Well she certainly is detail oriented, Marceline thought, remembering the girl's comment last night. Marceline texted her back a simple reply and then began to get ready for the day ahead of her. She proceeded into the bathroom adjoined to her bedroom and brushed out her long, black hair. Next she brushed her teeth and then headed back into her room to select an outfit. She flung open the small closet door and picked a standard staple—a slouchy tee, jeans, a flannel, sneakers, and one of her favorite maroon colored beanies. Marcy went into her kitchen and poured herself a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee. She munched thoughtfully and thought about the party last night. It wasn't much fun until she got there. But she's really cute and interesting to talk to, too. She did some homework to kill the time before she met up with Bonnie, but found herself continually checking the clock. Relax, you're just gonna give the girl her ID card and leave. No big deal. But something within Marcy was simultaneously nervous and excited to see the new girl again.

When the time came, Marcy grabbed her stuff, barely remembering to grab the girl's ID and her own prized leather jacket, and headed out the door. She slung her bag over her shoulder and hopped on her motorcycle. Securing her helmet with a small click, Marceline inserted the key in the ignition. Checking and adjusting several gauges, she turned the key, made sure the bike was in neutral, squeezed the clutch, kicked up the stand, then hit the START button. The sudden rumbling of the once dormant engine brought a smile to her face. She loved this bike. She had bought it off a second owner in pretty bad condition and repaired and spruced it up herself. It was like her baby. And off course, it sported a gorgeous shade of cherry red, her favorite color. As she shifted into first gear and eased off the clutch, the bike began to move. She applied throttle and headed out of her apartment complex's parking lot, heading towards the school.

Once she reached the school's main entrance, she managed to find a spot in the parking lot close to campus center. She parked her baby in one of the designated bike spots, left her helmet there, and began the walk to the coffee shop. It wasn't too far away. Nestled next to the library and right in the center of campus, the coffee shop was decently sized yet the cozy furnishings and warm color made it feel intimate. She had arrived a few minutes early, so she saved Bonnie a seat and plopped down on one of the comfy red leather couches.

Not quite sure how to pass the time, she twiddled her thumbs a bit and checked her phone to see that Bonnie was on her way as of 10 minutes ago. She responded that she was already there and played a game on her phone to pass the time until Bonnie arrived.

"Hey," A voice said right above her some time later. Marceline has been so completely absorbed in her game that she hadn't seen Bonnie come in. She immediately saved, tossed the phone in her bag, and greeted Bonnie with a hug. The younger girl, still a little surprised by her new friend's ready affection, hugged her back after a moment.

"Here's your ID," Marceline said, quickly pulling it out of her wallet. Bonnie's face flooded with relief.

"Thank you so much. Seriously, I'm so glad you found this. I was worried I'd have to get a new one."

"Yeah, no problem. I'm glad I found it too. Those things are pretty important." Marceline replied. It was true. You had to use you student ID to buy food at the dining halls, get into the gym, and borrow books, in addition to another multitude of things.

Right as Marceline supposed it was time to leave since she had given Bonnie what she wanted, the pink-haired girl cut in. "So, do you want to get some coffee?"

"Uh, sure." Marceline was pleasantly surprised the girl wanted her to stay. After all, there were plenty of other things she could be doing on a Sunday afternoon. The pair strode up to the counter.

"Any recommendations? I've only been here once or twice." Marceline asked. It was true. She didn't go to the library much because there were limited books on her major, and she had a quiet place to study at home anyway. She tried to save money by not eating out much either, since she was mostly on her own financially. Bonnie listed off some of her favorites. Bonnie ordered a vanilla latte, and Marcy chose one of Bonnie's selections—a "dirty chai," or chai latte with a shot of espresso. Right as Marcy was getting out her wallet to pay, Bonnie grabbed her hand. Marceline was surprised at the sudden contact and did her best not to jump and break her cool-girl vibe.

"Hey, this is my treat. It's the least I could do for you since you found my ID and were willing to meet me so soon."

"Are you sure?"

"I insist." Bonnie smiled, and it was soft and kind, but Marcy had a feeling that this girl could be stubborn about such matters if it came down to it.

"Oh, okay, if you say so then." Marcy put her wallet away, not really used to anyone "treating" her with anything.

When asked for the names they should put on the cups, Marcy was surprised that Bonnie gave their silly nicknames. The cashier quirked an eyebrow but apparently had heard stranger, as she didn't say anything.

Once they drinks had been served, Bonnie and Marcy made their way back to the comfy red couch.

"So, what's your taste in music?" Bonnie knew exactly how to get Marceline talking.

"Well, mostly I listen to rock, some alternative, folk, and indie. But really I'll listen to anything you put in front of me. Last year, I took a class about indigenous music of Asia and Oceania, and it was really interesting." Bonnie was nodding, clearly interested. Marceline noted her outfit. She wore a pink hoodie and tank top, blue jeans, a pair of brown short boots, and her long pink hair was styled in a ponytail. Over her brown eyes she sported a pair of geeky but adorable round-framed glasses. I guess she wore contacts last night. She looks really cute in these, though. Nerdy straight girls, Marceline. A little different than your last relationship. Is this your type now? Marcy shook her head a little bit to regain her focus on what Bonnie was saying. No use finding her cute, when obviously there wouldn't be any mutual reciprocity there. Sometimes Marceline really hated being bi.

Bonnie was talking about her music tastes. "I like rock too, but I'm very varied. I'll listen to classical music when I study, and pop when I work out or am going to a party, and a lot of other genres to suit my mood." Marcy nodded, taking a sip of her drink for the first time.

"That's great. Hey, Bonnie, this is really good." Marcy commented. Bonnie's drink recommendation had been on point.

Bonnie laughed. "Thanks. It's addicting. I try not to come here every day of the week. They make the best stuff on campus and I'm at the library a lot so it's great. I always make my friends try this stuff then get them hooked. At this point I've referred so many people here I should get a reward or something. Sorry in advance, you're going to be here a lot more often now." She chuckled again. She has such a great smile, Marceline thought.

They started talking about various topics including Marceline's band, which Bonnie was interested in but Marcy was humble about. After that, they discussed hometowns, families, and current classes. The two were surprised to find out that they came from the same town, only two hours away by car. When Marcy checked the time again, she couldn't believe that they had been talking for over an hour and a half. Bonnie's just so easy to talk to. Usually I'm bad at interacting with new people and don't know what to say, but she makes it so… effortless.

Bonnie looked at her watch and frowned. They had long since finished their drinks. "Aw glob dangit, I should be going soon. I told myself I'd work in the library for a few hours before it closes tonight."

"Okay." Marcy took that as her cue to stand up. "Well it was good talking to you, Bonnibel."

"Yeah, you too! Let me know if you're free or something next weekend, maybe we can hang out." Bonnie's smile made Marcy's heart warm.

"I'd like that," Marcy said, smiling back. She stooped down to give the younger girl a hug, and this time her new friend hugged back more without hesitation.

"Well, I'll see you soon I guess. Later!" Marcy strode out of the coffee shop, waving to Bonnie before exiting. She made her way back to her bike and started it up, heading for home. All she could think about on the ride back was the girl with the bubblegum pink hair, and how she hoped she would see her again very soon.