Hey guys, thanks for all the support on this! I did get a little bleh on this for a while in the earlier chapters but all your reviews and stuff really help to motivate me! \(^_^)/

-CAUTION-

This chapter has some sexualised content; approximately an amount which may be at the end spectrum of a T rating, but not enough that I would change this fic to an M rating. So if you are not comfortable with that sort of thing skip dis chapter.

Aside from that, enjoy!

Chapter 5:

Marceline just finished her sound class. It was a real ego boost being in a class where she actually knew what she was doing. Working with music was also a good way to take her mind off the events of the past week. She looked at the notes she had taken in class. Although she was good at playing music and theory in music, all this new software and technology was quite confusing. Maybe she could try and find something to help her… a book? Her professor had said that all the manuals were freely available in the library. Although she could just use the internet. Marceline thought for a moment.

Stop avoiding it, you are going to have to go to use the library sooner or later.

Come to think of it, she had never actually loaned a book from the college library, she had checked it out a few times, but that was only because it was so close to where the cafeteria was. She tapped her leg and concluded that she really didn't have anything better to do that day.

Marceline entered the library, she kind of liked the lobby, it was where a lot of people came to chill between classes and catch up with their friends, so the administration wasn't too fussy on the sound. She walked in and went down the stairs.

Shit. I didn't even know this existed.

As she continued a little further she found a computer with the library search engine already up. Marceline handled the mouse and clicked on the bar.

"Sound Editing"

She scrolled down through the results and after a short moment she found the section she needed.

"Level 1, 730.60"

Okay… that shouldn't be too hard

Marceline was already on the first floor so she followed the sign to find "700". She noted that this section of the library was very quiet. She began to slow her pace, making sure the chains on her jeans didn't rattle too loudly. The dark haired girl looked up at the number tags.

695… 700… 705… 7-

Marceline train of thought was interrupted as she stumbled over an unforeseen obstacle. She tried to find some footing but it seemed that the harder she tried the less balanced she was. Grabbing on to whatever she could, Marceline tipped over, pulling the obstacle down with her. Finally idle, Marceline felt the hard carpet against her back. She briefly felt a warmth on her body before it was lifted. The girl turned her head forward and opened her eyes. There, hovering just above her face was the pink girl she knew all too well.

"Oh hey Bonnie"

The pink girl was holding herself up with one hand set just beside the other girls head. Marceline was inches from her face, she noticed the deep blue colour in her eyes. The pink girl sighed.

"I keep telling you."

"What"

"It's Bonnibel"

"Seriously"

The dark hair girl gave a small smirk up to the girl above her. Light pink hair was flowing down past her left shoulder, lightly brushing Marceline's cheek. She knew it would be the right thing to wiggle out of the position she was in, but somehow she was inclined not to. She didn't want to move… This was nice… She was still taking in the other girls face, which remained dormant, but to Marceline's surprise, this was short lived. Bonnibel's face seemed to light up. It was only a small smile but it seemed like a complete change from the usual deadpan expression. Marceline felt her heartrate quicken.

She looks so pretty when she smiles.

Her brain seemed to melt. They were in close proximity. Marceline lifted her hand. She just wanted to… touch her face. She slowly and carefully brushed the tips of her fingers across the other girl's cheek, moving back toward her ear. Marceline took a deep breath. She continued moving her hand until it was placed gently on the other girls shoulder.

"Y-you should probably get off me now."

Bonnibels face changed to that of shock and realisation. She quickly sat up from the position.

"Oh… ah yeah sorry, wait"

Bonnibel looked around them, Marceline realised that there were a few books that had fallen to the ground. The pink girl began picking them up, putting on her glasses to start.

"Oh. Uhm."

The dark haired girl sat up and looked around confused. Bonnie was quick to pick them all up but Marceline managed to help with grabbing the last one to hand her.

"Here"

She paused for a moment. Marceline looked down.

The… Kam- Kama sutra!?

She tried her hardest to act ignorant to the book she was holding, instead just looking up and smiling at the girl she was handing it too. Bonnie was quick to smoothly take it from the other girls hand, placing it amongst the pile of books she was already holding.

"ah… thanks…"

Both the girls got up from the ground and Marceline whipped the dust off her jeans. They stood awkwardly facing one another for a short moment. The pink haired girl gripped her books tighter before being the first to speak up.

"So… what brings you here?"

"Ahh. I'm trying to find a sound book… this library is kinda confusing."

"What's the code?"

"730.60."

"Ah yeah that ones on the opposite wall, here follow me."

Bonnibel brushed past Marceline and went down into one of the rows of books, Marceline turned on her heels and followed. It wasn't long until they found a book case filled with sound books and Manuals.

"You are a life saver."

The dark haired girl ran her fingers across the spines of the books, searching for the one she needed.

"Found it!"

She slid the book out from the book case, looking at the cover. The other girl looked to her, raising an eyebrow expectantly as she continued to stare.

"…Where do I go to loan this out."

Bonnibel chuckled shaking her head.

"Come with me."

"Hey don't give me that laugh, they have all these crazy new machines now, how am I supposed to know what to do!"

"You have a library card right?"

"Sure thing"

Bonnibel helped Marceline to use the Loaning machine.

"This was way easier than I thought… I probably could have figured it out myself."

"It's always nice to have someone to help though right?"

"Aha, yeah, especially someone who lives here"

"HEY! I'm not… ah… oh"

Marceline snickered at the response, or lack thereof, before placing the books into her bag.

"By the way, have you done the homework for bio yet?"

Marceline looked to the other girl with a blank face.

"There was homework?"

Shit she didn't understand anything in that class.

"Yeah, it's just really creating a summary of what we got taught, kinda annoying really, I wish I could just skip to important stuff."

"Yeah I'm already preparing myself to fail."

The pink girl looked confused.

"Do you not like biology?"

Marceline snickered.

"Who the hell likes biology!? I'm just doing it 'cause my dad is making me."

"Aww damn that sucks, but I think I understand."

"hah, really?"

"Yeah. I mean I'm just making friends with you because my roommate is making me."

The dark haired girl didn't know how to respond.

"Ahaha don't look so offended, I'm just kidding!"

She relaxed.

"Sometimes I really cannot tell with you."

"But seriously, that sucks, do you need some help with it? If you're not doing anything I could give you a rundown?"

"Sounds good, but I need coffee first, my brain is dead."

"Sure, my bio books are back at the dorm so might as well go back and study there."

The girls walked through the building to their dorms, both with coffee in hand. Marceline was sure starting to feel the weight of the day. The girls finally arrived at Bonnibels dorm, going inside.

"Is Lady around?"

Marceline turned around to face the girl that was closing the door behind them.

"She's not generally here that much, she spends a lot of time with her boyfriend. I don't really mind though."

The pink girl placed her bag on the ground. She paused for a moment then turned to Marceline.

"How do you know Lady?"

"I just met her the other day when I was looking for you…"

"You were looking for me?"

Bonnibel seemed very intrigued.

"Yeah, after you and Keila went full psycho on one another, I needed answers yo! But… I kinda don't care anymore… not my fight."

"HAH, yeah well, I wish someone could give me answers too!"

Bonnibel began opening her bag to grab her books. Marceline adjusted her stance.

"You don't know?"

"Eh, well, I'm not stupid but, I just never really bothered to care. People hold on to silly grudges I guess."

She grabbed her biology book and notepad, setting herself down on her bed. She patted at the space next to herself.

"Got your stuff or what?"

Marceline placed her bag near the other pink bag, unzipping her jacket and chucking it on top. She then sat down on the bed, taking out the work that she needed.

"So… where do we start?"

The dark haired girl looked up to see Bonnibel cleaning her glasses, she then slipped them onto her face.

I like those glasses.

"Hmm, from what you're like in class, you seem to loose concentration quite easy, so I think we should smash out the hardest section first… DNA, then it'll only get easier from there"

Marceline looked in her text book, without the pressures of a tutor breathing down her back, the concept seemed a lot less complicated.

"This is just the general makeup of a DNA strand right?"

Marceline noticed the pink girl shift a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Pretty much, it's quite simple, those outer string things are Sugar phosphate strands and connected to them are the base pairs. The base pairs are AT and GC. These pairs are always together but can be in different orders…"

"Yo, Bonnibel, you have all this sciency equipment, do you do like, sciencyy stuff in your own time?"

The pink girl remained looking down at her textbook.

"By sciency stuff you mean testing hypothesis in order to fully understand techniques and outcomes found in the science world than yes. Also, you are getting distracted again."

Marceline snapped herself out from unconsciously scoping the room. Noticing how engrossed the girl was in the textbook. She took a moment to analyse her movements, how she seemed to calmly read through the complicated information and delicately turn the page.

"Ahh geeze… You are honestly the first person able to teach me this much though. Thankyou. My brain gets fried easy"

Marceline looked to her writing on her page, it started off legible but seemed to go off onto some jumbled up scribbles. If she could see her thoughts, she imagined this is what they'd look like. Right down to the little stick figure jamming out on a guitar in the corner.

"Doesn't your brain get confizzled with all this?"

"Not really, I find it fascinating so my brain doesn't see it as work."

"How could you not see this as work."

Bonnibel finally looked up, her light blue eyes making contact with Marcelines.

"Well, what can you do for hours on end without realising"

Marceline lit up. She moved her arms into position as though she was holding a guitar.

"Creating some sweet jams yo!"

The dark haired girl proceeded to rock out on her imaginary bass.

"Well that's what it's like for me"

Marceline paused and threw a disgusted look at the other.

"Eugh, you are that into this?"

The pink girl chuckled.

"It's as much an art form for me as 'jamming' is for you."

Marceline gave a blank stare.

"Art is Science Marceline"

She continued to look at the pink girl. Bonnibel stared back expectantly.

"You disgust me."

"You're a butt, get back to work."

"You can't tell me what to do!"

Marceline gave a cheeky grin with the side of her mouth.

"You came here to work Marceline."

With those words, Bonnibels face returned to it's usual bored expression.

"But I'm booooored"

Marceline let her body drop onto the bed.

"Well then get ooooouuuut"

The dark haired girl sat up once more to face the other. She placed a hand to her heart.

"I'm offended."

"Well if you don't want to work then why are you here?"

Marceline was caught off guard by the sudden seriousness of the situation. She shuffled a little in her position, readjusting her stance.

"To… ahm."

She really put me on the spot here. For company? Yeah.

"Company?"

Bonnibel lent forward, resting her elbow on her knee to hold up her head.

"Do I look like the kind of person who likes company?"

Marceline noticed that the pink girls position accidently revealed enough of her chest area to make her feel awkward looking at it. I mean, she would probably feel awkward anyways, but she could see right down her top right now if she were to change her line of sight. Marceline kept her eyes firmly on the other girls face.

"ah…"

Bonnibels stare was piercing.

"I'm gonna go back to studying…"

Marceline picked up her text book and sat with her back against the wall, she opened it up to a marked section, resting it on her thighs.

What the hell is she trying to get at? Am I really that shitty a person to be around? Or maybe she is an actual loner.

She pretended to be concentrating on what she was reading, but her head was a jumbled mess of confusion and anger.

The dark haired girl felt the bed sink next to her as Bonnibel sat in close proximeties. Marceline looked slightly to her left to face the pink girl, but avoided eye contact.

"What are you doing?"

"Helping you with your work, you know, the reason you're here."

The other girl lent in to see what Marceline was reading. She then reached over to flip the book the right way up, placing it back in her lap.

Wow… I feel stupid.

"So, gene replacement. Do you know how that works?"

Marceline shrugged and continued to read through the information. She felt a hand on the lower section of her thigh. Bonnibels fingers ran over the holes of her ripped jeans.

"It is not replacing genes that you, as a grown person, already have, or changing them in an organism that is already alive and grown. Let's say, some genes come normally, and some genes come, slightly broken."

She felt one of the pink girls fingers slip through the rips, moving beneath the denim.

"These particular genes are mutations. Some mutations are not necessarily bad, in fact, some are good, but some can cause problems if left in the genes."

Bonnibels hand moved to an especially large rip in her jeans which had quite obviously teared a little too much, but Marceline hadn't bothered fixing it.

"Gene replacement is taking certain genes, and replacing it with others so that when the organism grows, the genetic coding gives it a different set of attributes. But this is a very… very simplified description."

Marceline had lost all focus, the hand that was wonder her thigh had become very distracting. It took a moment to realise that the pink girl had finished talking until she felt the book slip off her stomach. Shit, she didn't even notice that she'd stopped holding the text book.

"Ah… y-you are…"

Marceline looked down to the pink girls hand placement

"M-my leg"

She felt a rock in her stomach and was frozen as to what to do. She should just walk out, but she didn't want to…

"You haven't stopped me"

The punk girl felt her cheeks flush as she looked to Bonnibel, who seemed to have gotten closer. She looked around the room wondering what to do. The hand on her leg seemed to disappear, but was instead replaced with a much larger weight. Marceline looked up to see that the pink girl, was in fact, straddling her.

Marceline looked up at the other girl confused.

"Hey, ah, what are you doing?"

The pink haired girl looked back with a blank expression.

"I do notice when you look at me Marceline, you know, when you think I'm not paying attention."

Marceline felt her heart beat faster. Bonnibel placed a hand to her face.

"Even now, you are getting kind of hot."

She ran a thumb across her cheek. Marceline swallowed. She was almost paralysed by this girls' presence, but she didn't understand why… She'd had boyfriends before, but why does she suddenly feel the same for this girl.

The pink girl slid her hands down the lengths of Marceline's arms, lifting her hands to place them on Bonnibels hips. Marceline didn't object. Bonnibel lent in close to the pale girls face.

"You are enjoying this aren't you."

The punk felt a tingle down her spine. A hand slide up her chest to where her heart is. She could feel it pumping against the others' hand.

"Isn't this what you wanted?"

Bonnibel lent away once more. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Marceline was taken aback by the sight. She was wearing a cute white and pink bra lined with frills and a bow in between. Her breasts weren't especially big, but not that small either, but she had a nicely toned body. Sliding the shirt off the rest of her arms, her hair was slightly messed up by the action. She turned back to face Marceline.

Marceline looked back nervously, still sitting with her hands on Bonnibels hips.

Is this really happening right now…

"You can do what you want."

Bonnibel looked to her with interest in her eyes. Marceline gave a slight nod. She was subconsciously avoiding eye contact all together, and had to nervously pull her gaze forward. She raised her hand and placed it on the other girls' stomach, gliding her fingertips across the abdominal. Marceline drew her hand away.

Bonnibels face remained neutral, looking at Marcelines every movements. Marceline glanced up to the pink haired girls face, trying to comprehend her situation.

The darked haired girl reached to the hem of her own shirt, leaning her back forward slightly. She lifted it with two hands until her stomach was exposed. Then paused. She was still definitely overwhelmed.

Marceline slipped her own shirt over her head leaving her only in her bra.

…

Marceline looked to the girl for a moment, her expression had remained the same. Neutral and observant. But cold. Always as though there was no real emotion being revealed.

She slipped her own shirt onto the other girl, holding the hem down until Bonnibel was forced to put her arms through the sleeves. It was odd seeing her own band shirt on another person, but not in a bad way.

She shifted herself out from underneath the other girl and got off her bed. Marceline headed over to where her bag was and slipped on her jacket, zipping it up and covering herself. She grabbed her bag and threw it over her shoulder, then looked to the other girl.

Bonnibel was still sitting in the same position as before, although looking a little more wide eyed. Her eyes were following Marceline's path. Marceline nodded in her direction.

"Stay safe"

And briskly left the dorm room.

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