AN: It's the last chapter! Another Bonnie and Marcy story is complete. Thank you to everyone who showed interest in this couple and I promise I'll continue to try to come up with decent stuff for them. Not to mention completing the other stories I've yet to update. I did my best to proof read this while sick so if there is any glaring mistakes please let me know. Enjoy the final chapter!

Haunted

"I'm not stalling." Marceline sighed into her phone.

"All I'm hearing is excuses from you."

Marceline ran a hand down her face in frustration. Partly because arguing with Natasha Petrikov was always frustrating and partly because this time, Natasha was right. She was just giving her excuses for why the house hadn't been put on sale yet. Hell, she'd practically moved into the house already. She'd stopped staying at the motel and therefore, Natasha and Simon were no longer being charged for her room which raised their suspicions. They thought for sure this meant Marceline would be returning back to school soon, but instead they were left waiting to hear any news. Eventually Natasha started calling to ask what the progress was and every time, Marceline would give a reason why the house wasn't ready. The painting wasn't done, pipe work was still needed, the yard still wasn't finished, any little thing that she could think of became a reason not to put the house on the market.

"They're not excuses."

"I don't know. The house looks done from where I'm sitting."

Marceline sat up quickly from the couch she had been laying on. Dizziness hit her soon after making her lay back down.

"Don't tell me you're outside."

"I've been sitting on your porch since this conversation began. Now get out here. We have more to talk about."

Resigning herself to whatever talk Natasha had in store for her, she sat up and made her way outside. Sure enough, just as she'd said, Natasha was sitting on the porch with Simon at her side. Natasha's snow white hair blew slightly in the wind, making Marceline wonder if it had always been that white. Both she and Simon were old; almost in their 70's and yet they'd taken it upon themselves to raise a brat like her. Marceline couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Hey, you two."

Natasha stood up from her seat turning to face the dark haired girl. A small smile also adorned her face. Simon stood up moments later. Standing next to each other like that, the two looked almost identical. Simon was actually the older of the two but it was hard to tell sometimes. Natasha was the more responsible of the duo and just a bit more serious. Simon on the other hand, was more carefree and at times childlike; more so when she was little. He was the one who played with Marceline when she was younger, coming up with stories about a make believe place called Ooo that was inhabited by many strange and fun creatures. They'd even dress up as the characters of their choice and had adventures in the backyard of the sibling's home.

"So are you going to explain yourself?" Natasha broke Marceline out of her thoughts.

Marceline sighed. She wasn't sure how she was getting out of explaining why she was delaying the inevitable.

"I'm just trying to make sure the house is perfect."

Natasha eyed her critically, clearly not believing a word Marceline was saying.

"Don't be so hard on her." Simon spoke up. "I'm sure she has her reasons."

Natasha frowned at her brother. Simon always did have a soft spot for Marceline; they both did, but someone had to put their foot down. Marceline needed to get rid of this house so she could move on with her life. This inheritance she received was the last thing from her past that was weighing her down. Not to mention the money she'd get from selling it would help further her education and, if managed correctly, she could have a nice fund for when she finally did graduate to open up her own business should she desire to.

"Why don't we have a look around and see then. Show me what else still needs to be done."

Marceline grimaced but nodded. There was no way she was going to get anything past Natasha. She ushered her guardians into the house. Pulling out her phone, she quickly sent a message to Bonnibel. As much as she'd love to see the younger girl, there was no way she could with the company she had. She had no doubt they'd both realize what it was that was holding her back if they were to meet Bonnibel.

xxx

Bonnibel pulled out her phone after one of her classes ended. She'd seen it was from Marceline but the good student in her prevented her from checking it during her lesson. She read through the short message with a small frown. Marceline had said she couldn't go over because she had company to entertain. Bonnibel couldn't help but think how odd it was. Marceline never had company. With the exception of that guy she kicked out once, no one else had visited the girl. Not that she was trying to say that Marceline didn't possibly have any friends outside of her, but who could she be with? The bell for their next class rang soon after, making her run down the hall before she was late. For the rest of the school day, she was left to wonder who it was that Marceline was with.

xxx

"The house looks perfectly fine to me." Natasha took a sip of her coffee. The trio decided to get something to eat after the tour of the entire property. Marceline recalled a café Bonnibel took her to once and suggested they eat there since it was a nice day out. "So, brat, what's really keeping you from selling the house?"

Marceline opened her mouth to answer but Natasha cut her off.

"I don't want another excuse." Natasha's face softened. Whatever was bothering the dark haired girl must have been serious. Perhaps she was starting to feel attached to the house seeing as it was the last thing her family gave her. It wouldn't be surprising if that was the case. "Just be honest with me. I won't get mad."

Marceline looked down at her soda and wondered if she should reveal why it was that she was hesitating. She'd barely admitted to herself recently why that reason was. During her internal turmoil, she casually glanced off to the side only to catch a glimpse of pink hair.

"Bonnie?" She hadn't meant to call out, but the moment she saw that familiar pink hair she couldn't stop herself from doing so.

"Marcy?"

Natasha's eyebrows rose in surprise. Marceline made a friend? Not only that but she actually allowed her to call her by a nickname? That wasn't like the dark haired girl at all. Even her ex-boyfriend hadn't been allowed to give her a pet name. She hated pet names, something he never seemed to understand because he'd still call her baby whenever he wanted. The older woman was beginning to think that maybe it wasn't her family's memories that was keeping her from selling the house after all. Marceline checked the time and realized Bonnibel would have been out of school by now. She hadn't even realized how late it was.

"Ah, whatcha up to?"

"Just going to the bookstore."

In reality, Bonnibel didn't have a clue about where she was going. She just didn't want to go home or hang out with her friends. Bonnibel was still too bothered by thoughts about who Marceline was with and she had no idea why. It's not like Marceline couldn't have any friends outside of her. For her to keep her from having other friends was a ridiculous notion. So why was the thought of Marceline spending time with another person, possibly a girl, making her feel unhappy?

"And who is this?" Natasha asked; her curiosity having become piqued.

"Oh, this is Bonnibel Bubblegum. She's… my friend." Marceline looked towards Bonnibel. "Bonnie, this is Natasha and Simon Petrikov."

Bonnibel's eyes widened in recognition; so these were the people that raised Marceline.

"It's so nice to meet you! Marceline has told me a lot about you."

"She has?" Natasha and Simon couldn't hide the surprise from their voices.

The dark haired girl never talked about her personal life, much less her guardians. The two looked over at Marceline who looked away from them with a small blush on her face. Natasha was sure now, that she knew the reason Marceline was delaying selling the house.

"Would you like to join us?" Natasha asked.

"I wouldn't want to intrude…"

"Nonsense." Simon spoke. "We'd like to get to know you better. Please, have a seat."

Excited at the prospect of earning some form of approval from Marceline's guardians, Bonnibel quickly entered the little café. Before she knew it, she was hearing stories from Natasha and Simon about Marceline as she grew up in their care. Marceline was not enjoying hearing some of those stories since they resulted in her being embarrassed. It didn't get much better when Simon pulled out his wallet and showed Bonnibel a picture of the three of them dressed up for their first Halloween.

"I was the great Ice King, Natasha the Ice Queen, and Marceline the Vampire Queen."

"You don't look like a typical vampire, Marcy." Bonnibel held the picture in her hand. The dark haired girl had a red bass in her arms and was dressed in a grey tank top, jeans, and red boots. If you looked hard enough, you could see two small vampire teeth protruding from her grin.

"I wanted to be a cool vampire."

"Cool or not, you were still not dressed very warmly."

"We ended up having to return home early since it got too cold for Marceline to be out."

The three laughed while Marceline mumbled something about still being the coolest vampire that Halloween.

"Well we must be going." Natasha pulled out her purse to pay for the meal.

"Oh, how much do I owe?" Bonnibel only had small salad and drink. She didn't have a lot of money on her and so tried to make sure she didn't spend all her allowance.

"Don't worry dear." Natasha left some money on the table. "It's on me."

"No, it's alright; I can pay for my food. I don't want to impose on you anymore than I have."

"It's no trouble at all, however if you feel like you need to pay me back, then how about coming over for dinner tomorrow night at the house with your parents?"

"What?" Marceline looked surprised at Natasha's suggestion.

"Dinner with my parents?"

"Yes, I'd love to get to know the parents of Marceline's best friend."

"Then I'll let them know."

"Wonderful."

The group walked out of the café. Marceline, Natasha, and Simon were returning to the house while Bonnibel headed home to let her parents know of dinner the next day. She was excited that Natasha seemed to like her enough to invite her not only to eat with them, but to dinner as well.

"Bonnie!" Marceline ran to catch up with her. "Wait up!"

"What is it?"

"Ah, do you mind if I walk you home?"

"Of course not."

"Then let's go."

Marceline had a feeling Natasha was up to something. The older woman was overall a kind person, but sometimes she did things without thinking about how it would affect others around her, like having this dinner for example. Marceline suspected she had an ulterior motive for wanting to have Bonnibel's family over and it wasn't to get to know them better. If anything, she was probably going to do something that would make her want to sell the house as soon as she could. If Marceline wanted to prevent any kind of scene from happening, she needed to do something she was not looking forward to doing. Still, it was better if Bonnibel heard if from her, as opposed to from someone else.

"Hey, Bonnie?"

"Yes?"

"Umm, there's something I need to tell you."

"Okay?" Bonnibel noticed how uncomfortable Marceline suddenly sounded. "Is everything okay?"

Marceline stopped walking. Looking around, she spotted a bench and walked to it. Bonnibel followed the silent girl, her worry compounding with every step she took. What was bothering Marceline? The two sat down. Marceline leaned back looking up at the perfectly clear sky.

"I never planned to move into the house."

"What?"

Marceline continued to look at the sky.

"I'm selling the house."

Bonnibel felt her stomach drop.

"…. what?"

Marceline sighed. "When I was told I'd inherited the place, I knew I didn't want to keep it. I just wanted to get rid of it. Make some good money off of it so I could keep going to school."

"When were you going to tell me this?"

Marceline could tell Bonnibel was angry. She had a right to be. The entire time they'd been remodeling, she made it seem like she would be the one living there with how picky she was about what changes should be made. Marceline dropped her head into her hands.

"I'm sorry. I really am. I've been trying to find a good moment to tell you but every time I've tried, I chickened out. I don't know what I was hoping to accomplish by waiting. That's why Natasha and Simon are here. They've been wondering why I'm taking so long in selling the house so they came to check on me."

"Why are you telling me this now?"

"Cause Natasha was going to tell you tomorrow if I didn't do it now."

Bonnibel looked surprised.

"She'd do that?"

"Yeah. She's not trying to be cruel or anything, but she probably thinks this will give me the push I need to sell it."

Bonnibel looked over to Marceline who still had yet to look at her through the entire conversation. She scooted closer to the dark haired girl and gently pulled Marceline's hand from her face. Marceline rested her arms on her legs; choosing to stay hunched over and looked at the sidewalk instead. The pink haired girl took one of Marceline's hands in her own and leaned on the older girl. The two stayed silent in that position. Bonnibel could tell Marceline was beating herself up for not being honest with her sooner.

"Why have you been waiting so long to sell it?"

Marceline tensed up. Should she be honest and tell her that it was because she'd finally admitted to herself that it was because she didn't want to leave Bonnibel behind? That she'd fallen for the pink haired girl without realizing it? No. She couldn't do it. She couldn't risk the possibility of ruining their friendship. It'd been such a gamble letting her into her life to begin with that to do something to jeopardize what they had… it'd break her if she lost Bonnibel like that. She wasn't sure how or if she' be able to recover from a blow like that.

"I guess, being there made me think about mom and dad again…. and, I don't know."

"I see." Bonnibel took a deep breath. "I'm not mad at you."

"You're not?"

"No, but I am sad that you will be leaving."

Hearing her say those words was just as bad as she thought it'd be. She would be leaving behind the pink haired girl to go back to her old life.

"I really am sorry."

"I know you are."

Marceline stood up and tugged Bonnibel along; continuing on their journey to Bonnibel's house.

"When are you putting it for sale?"

"In a few days. The inspectors still need to make sure everything is up to code. Then I need to find a realtor to put the house for sale. After that all I can do is wait for someone to make an offer."

"So we still have some time together." It was more of a statement than a question.

"Yeah. We still have time."

She just wished it was more than what she had left.

xxx

Marceline walked around the dining room making sure that everything was in place for all the guests that'd be arriving. After they made it to the pink haired girl's home, Marceline gathered up her courage and talked with Mr. and Mrs. Bubblegum about not only the dinner, but about whom she was. They took the news a lot better than she thought they would. The two invited her in and talked with her a bit. Both of Bonnibel's parents were impressed that she was going to school to become an architect while also majoring in music. Marceline had never thought she'd make it in the music business but she still wanted music to be a part of her life which is why she chose to get a double major. They never asked her anything about her past or her family. All they wanted to do was get to know the person she was and what she wanted to become. It was probably the most amazing thing she'd experienced next to Bonnibel wanting to be her friend. Marceline returned to the house that night and let Natasha know that she'd be putting the house for sale in a few days. The older women had been surprised by the sudden decision, but she was pleased to hear that Marceline was no longer delaying it so she left it alone. Marceline had been hesitant to ask what it was that she'd been planning to do at the dinner, but in the end, her curiosity won out.

Natasha confirmed her suspicion about her intent to reveal to Bonnibel's parents Marceline's past, but that she didn't have to do that anymore. Marceline felt relieved that she'd taken the chance herself and chose not to tell Natasha that she'd already done so. It wasn't like it would change anything at that point to reveal that little fact.

"You sure you don't need my help cooking?" Marceline called out from the dining room.

"Simon is enough help. Just make sure everything looks good out there." Natasha called back.

Seeing that her work was complete, she decided to go outside and get a bit of fresh air. It was hard to believe that when she'd first arrived, all she wanted to do was get out as fast as possible. Being in the town her mom grew up in was an uncomfortable thing. She'd been afraid that memories of her mother would make her want to stay in the town, but her worries were unfounded. Instead, she should have been more careful about a certain pink haired girl. Marceline smiled slightly thinking about the first time she and Bonnibel met.

Their first encounter hadn't been great considering she'd scared the living day lights out of Bonnibel and her friends. It had been one of the most hilarious things she'd done in a long time. Even though she had the kids running for the hills that day, the one that stood out to her had been Bonnibel. She thought that it was because out of all of them, the pink haired girl was the only one brave enough to venture into the "haunted" house. Going into the unknown alone like that took guts. It left a bit of an impression on the older girl.

She'd been surprised to see the group of kids back after she'd scared them so much the first time. After that second scare, she was sure they wouldn't be returning, but the group surprised her again by coming back a third time and pelting her with water! That was certainly one way to fight a "ghost", but that opened the way for her and Bonnibel to grow closer. Granted there hadn't been much talking at first. She'd wanted to but it wasn't like she was good at making small talk with others. Still, Bonnibel's group of friends was good at getting her to talk.

"Are you alright?" Simon came to stand next to the silent girl.

"Yeah…"

"You don't sound too sure. Want to talk about it?"

Marceline sighed. For weeks she'd been holding back from revealing her true feelings towards a certain pink haired girl. For weeks she debated the pros and cons of revealing her feelings and for weeks, she was unable to make up her mind about what she should do. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to share her inner turmoil with someone. It'd save her the trouble of driving herself crazy if she did.

"Arg! I'm in love!" she admitted with some frustration.

Simon raised an eyebrow. Marceline had crushes; she'd never used the word love when referring to who ever held her interest before.

"Are you sure it's love?"

The dark haired girl had pondered this on more than one occasion. She'd never been in love before so she'd been hesitant to call whatever she felt towards Bonnibel that. At first she thought it could be simple affection for a friend but if that's all it was she wouldn't constantly feel the urge to want to touch her in some way. Whether it was simply holding her hand or playing with her hair, her treacherous hands wanted to hold some part of the girl's body. She'd never felt the need to do something like that with people she called friends so it couldn't be simple friendship she was experiencing. After a long process of elimination, the only thing she could call it was love. Then she began to wonder what it was that made her fall so hard.

She thought that everything about the pink haired girl made her stomach flutter was the cheesiest thing in the world, but that's what it felt like. Everything about the girl made Marceline's insides melt into a puddle of goo. Whether it was Bonnibel smiling or scolding her for her teases, she couldn't help but fall more for the pink haired girl. When did she become such a lovesick fool? But if she had to pick one reason why she fell so hard it was because…

"I'm sure. It's like….I can be myself around her. Other than you guys, I've never really opened up to anyone. Not Ash, not the few friends I have, no one. Bonnibel though is different. For some weird reason, she wanted to become my friend. I don't know why and I've never asked, but she's been the only one who's actually tried to get to know me. I've never felt so comfortable around someone."

"Fell in love without even knowing huh?"

"I fell hard."

"Then what's the problem?"

"I can't tell her!"

"Can't or won't? There's a difference you know."

"It's not that simple. This would be so much easier if we weren't already friends. At least then I wouldn't feel like I lost so much. What if I freak her out and she decides she doesn't want anything to do with me? She's the only I've let so close to me. What if I ruin the only relationship I've cared about in years? I… I don't think I could take that."

Simon watched his young charge with sympathy. Once upon a time, he too felt the pangs of lovesickness when he met his wife. The uncertainty of having those feelings returned caused him to lose out on many nights of sleep. Finally it got to a point where he felt the only way he'd be rid of his tormenting thoughts was to confess. It was always a risk to confess, but not confessing could be just as bad.

"I can understand that fear of rejection, but it won't get any better if you don't." Simon placed a hand on her shoulder; pulling her into and small hug. "Can you really leave with all those what ifs unanswered?"

"Yes…no… I don't know. I've never been so confused."

"If you're not ready to do it now then don't. Just don't wait too long. You may find yourself unable to confess for other less pleasant reasons."

The dark haired girl nodded in understanding.

"Marceline!"

The two watched in amusement as Finn and Jake raced each other to the front porch. Behind them, their respective girlfriends scolded them for acting like kids. Bonnibel and Lumpy simply shook their heads at the boy's antics. Despite her conflicting feelings, Marceline was determined to enjoy this last dinner she'd be having with the people who'd somehow become her friends. Nothing was going to ruin that.

xxx

Marceline zipped up her bag, taking one last look around the house that'd given her more than she though it ever would. Natasha and Simon left the day before with the promise that she'd leave the next day. Marceline needed to get back to her school so she could sort out her schedule for the coming semester. Waiting too long could result in her not being able to take the classes she needed and slowing down her progress. She definitely didn't want that to happen. Picking up her bag, she walked down the hall, past the room she let Bonnibel decorate, down the stair case where she'd first laid eyes on Bonnibel, and away from the porch where the two became friends. Marceline stopped just short of the gate. She turned back one more time to look at the house. This was really it. She was leaving.

Why was it so hard?

"Marcy?"

The dark haired girl's eyes widened. She and Bonnibel had had an awkward good bye the night before. It hadn't really been a good bye. More like a staring contest before Lumpy made them leave because it was getting late. Their parents had them on a strict curfew and they certainly didn't want to go getting trouble again.

"Bonnie? Aren't you supposed to be in school?"

"Mom and dad let me stay home so I could go to the airport with you."

"Really?"

"Really. So how are we getting there?"

"I already called a cab so it should be here soon."

Right on cue, a yellow taxi pulled up along the curb. The two got in; both unable to say much to the other on their journey to the airport. Traffic was on the light side allowing them to arrive rather quickly. The two girls didn't know if they should feel relieved or saddened by the fact. Marceline and Bonnibel walked slowly through the busy airport in silence. The hustle and bustle of the terminal did little to drown out their thoughts. The dark haired girl looked at her companion from the corner of her eye only to meet Bonnibel's own. The two quickly looked away from the other, embarrassed that they'd been caught. Marceline silently cursed her actions. Was this how it was always going to be? Silently pining for her? Too scared to do anything about it? Simon's words were running through her mind. Should she really risk it?

Marceline checked in her only carryon luggage, giving her a little bit more time to think about what she should do. Running away from her problem was not going to solve it. Granted she wasn't leaving because of it, but it still felt like she was.

Marceline returned to Bonnibel. "Let's sit over there." There was still some time before her flight would be ready.

Bonnibel followed Marceline; the two watched as other people came and went around them.

"We'll still talk right?" Bonnibel asked.

"Of course." Marceline took out a piece of paper and wrote down her email and home address. She handed the piece of paper over to Bonnibel. "Maybe you can visit me sometime and I'll try to do the same."

Bonnibel took the paper from Marceline; their fingers brushed against each other leaving them tingling from the contact. Bonnibel watched as a faint blush appeared on Marceline's face. Releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding, Bonnibel wondered if perhaps she should confess. She'd gotten almost no sleep the night before from thinking about her hidden feeling for the older girl. She was scared. All this was new to her and the last thing she wanted to do was ruin whatever she had with Marceline. Not after everything she'd done to gain the older girls trust, but if she didn't confess what were the chances Marceline wouldn't fall for someone else? What if this was her only chance?

The two were startled out of their thoughts when Marceline's flight was announced. Reluctantly, the two stood up and walked towards the terminal. The closer they got the harder it felt to walk. Marceline didn't want to leave Bonnibel behind for someone else to take. She didn't want to return home only to stew and wonder how things might have been if she'd confessed. She didn't want to live regretting her first love. With a sudden pump of adrenaline, Marceline grabbed Bonnibel's arm and pulled her away from the terminal.

"M-Marcy? Where are we going?"

Marceline didn't answer and instead pulled Bonnibel into an inconspicuous corner where she soon found herself trapped between the dark haired girl and a wall.

"Mar…" Bonnibel began.

"I love you." Marceline interrupted before kissing the unsuspecting girl.

Too shocked to do anything except stand there like a statue, she watched as Marceline pulled back; her gaze a mix of tenderness, sadness and fear.

"You don't have to respond to me now. I'll wait for an answer; forever if I have to."

Marceline moved herself away from the stunned girl and dashed to her flight. Her face was a blaze of red, but Bonnibel was in no better shape. The pink haired girl slid down the wall; touching her lips still in disbelief of what just happened.

"You're such an idiot." Bonnibel mumbled as tear fell from her eyes. "You didn't even give me a chance to tell you I love you too."

Giving herself a few minutes to compose herself, she wiped one final tear from her eyes. Walking out of her hiding place, she looked determined at the gate that Marceline had gone through. Much like how their unlikely friendship began, Marceline was once again letting Bonnibel decide if she wanted to be with her. It was a little unfair, but if Marceline was going to let her decide where their relationship was headed, then she better prepare herself for the waiting she'd have to do to get her answer.

xxx

Months later…

Bonnibel looked up at the street sign, making sure she was still headed in the right direction. It's been a month now since she'd graduated from high school. She and Lumpy would be heading to separate colleges, but the two agreed to keep in touch regardless of the distance between them. They'd promise to do the same with Finn, Felicia, Jake, and Lady. The group had known each other far too long to let their friendships disappear. Bonnibel looked down at her phone and continued on the path her GPS set out for her. She was in this city to tour the college she'd be attending. Her parents were happy she'd chosen such a good college although her mother had looked at her a bit suspiciously when she'd announced where she wanted to go. It figured that her mother would be the one to catch on. Bonnibel had chosen this college for ulterior motives, but that didn't change the fact that the school had the best science programs in the country. Marceline attending this school was just an added bonus.

Thinking about the dark haired girl brought a smile to her face. After the incident at the airport, Bonnibel decided to act as if nothing happened between them; mainly due to the fact she was still upset at the dark haired girl for just leaving her like that. Bonnibel imagined the look of surprise on Marceline's face upon receiving a text message saying she hoped she made it home okay. That probably wasn't what she'd been expecting. The two continued correspondence through emails, text messages, and phone calls. She'd been tempted on more than one occasion to give her answer via a phone call, but she decided something like this should be done in person. Now the time had finally come to give her answer.

Bonnibel stopped walking once her phone beeped telling her she'd reached her destination. The apartment building looked fairly nice. She'd though for sure Marceline would be living in the school dorms, but after remembering her horror story about her crazy roommate; it made sense that she'd get a place off campus for herself. She entered the building wandering around at first until she found a map of the entire complex. It was fairly easy to find Marceline's apartment after that. Belatedly, though, she wondered if Marceline would even be home. Since this was a surprise, she obviously didn't tell the older girl she'd even be in town. What if she wasn't home? All the courage she gathered to confess her own feeling would be for nothing!

Shaking the negative thoughts from her mind, she pressed on. She had to stay positive. Marceline would be home. This would all go according to plan. She reached the door marked with Marceline's apartment number. Slowly she brought her hand up to the door; her heart pounding all the while. A few knocks later, she heard a voice from the other side.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming!"

The door flew open revealing the person she'd wanted to see for so long. Whatever she'd wanted to say disappeared from her mind. Bonnibel couldn't even think, much less say her well-rehearsed confession. Her only solace was that Marceline was just as tongue tied as her.

"Bon…"

She didn't even think as she threw her arms around Marceline's neck and kissed her. The dark haired girl had frozen but it didn't take long for her to come around and return the kiss with equal fervor. The two pulled away for some much needed air.

"That's my answer." Bonnibel gasped

Marceline grinned. That was certainly the last thing she'd expected from the pink haired girl, but it couldn't have been better. All the weeks of worrying and wondering where they stood had finally come to an end.

"What took you so long to tell me?"

"To teach you a lesson for leaving me like that. You didn't even let me say good-bye."

Marceline held Bonnibel tightly in her arms; hoping to convey her regret for having done that. In hindsight, it probably hadn't been a very nice thing to do, but she'd been scared and not thinking straight. It seemed like it was a good idea at the time. What she hadn't expected was for Bonnibel to act like everything was okay. She thought that maybe this was Bonnibel's way of letting her know she was rejecting her without actually saying so, but the pink haired girl would never do something like.

"I'm sorry. I was just scared that you'd reject me; that I'd scare you away."

Bonnibel returned the hug, hoping to ease the older girl's worries.

"I'll never leave you Marcy. You're mine."

"Someone's possessive." Marceline said with a smirk.

Bonnibel rolled her eyes. "Shut up and kiss me."

AN: And they lived happily ever after. I hope you all enjoyed this short story. Now I need to go and lay down. Until next time!