I narrowly avoided being discovered yesterday. I came home, went about my business, and luckily went to sleep without taking a taste of that glob of hair. I was woken up pretty much immediately after falling asleep to find out Finn and Jake had been hiding in my closet the whole time. I told them it was okay once Finn apologized, but really I was just relieved that I hadn't been caught red handed. Pink handed actually. I run through my hair in the mirror.

Princess Bubblegum likes Finn as a friend. She likes Jake, LSP, BMO, and so many other people as friends. I have never heard of or heard her mention a real love interest. I've heard Finn mention her hanging real close with a heart that was interested in science. I'm no good at stuff like that. An artsy type I suppose. I'd rather be ripping the sleeves out of shirts, singing about my years adventuring around, or practicing with my bass guitar, but right now I'm reading some chemistry text book I traded Choose Goose a magic ring for. 'For this ring of magic incineration I'll trade you a book of scientific education' I have a bunch of those rings lying around. Maybe I'll get a physics book next. Not that I'm looking to impress her.

I'm not really that interested in most of the stuff in this book. I think I like balancing equations the best. All you have to do is make sure the same amount of this on one side is on the other side. It's like you're making sure everything in the land of the Elements is just and fair. It's different than if you had to rule the Nightosphere, which I have done once. There you just smite people on a whim. You make them wait in lines for eons, until they completely forget what they were there for. You run about and break stuff. That kind of thing is only fun where you're not supposed to do it, and even then I'm not really big on the smiting anymore. I was always really lonely when I went around crushing and draining all the red out of people.

I close the book. It's almost morning. I stretch out, slip on my favorite red boots, and transform into a bat to fly out to the Candy Kingdom. I get there fine, lay out in my usual spot fine, and stare up at the balcony fine. Then I hear something I don't want to. "Marceline what are you doing here?" No, that I really wanted to hear. Yes, No. I don't even know anymore. I look up at her. She's wearing some loose pink pants and that stupid band tee-shirt I gave her. It would figure.

"Nothing much Bonnie. Just like the view from this spot. Come here a lot to chill."

"Oh."

"You're usually not here this time of morning."

"No. I'm not."

"Any particular reason you're romping around now?"

"I was... Reminiscing."

"On what?"

"Nothing much Marcie."

She's blushing. It's really cute, no, cute isn't the word. It's really delicious. She catches me staring and turns to gaze down at some candy flowers, her pretty pick face glowing all the more. She looks good in the moonlight. What did we do before she got all nose to the skies on me? Do I want to ask her to do stuff like that. Yes. She won't agree to go but I can always just put it off as a joke when she refuses. "Hey Bonnie, I haven't flown you around for awhile. Wanna take to the clouds, or are you too Princessy for that kind of stuff now?" She huffs.

"I am certainly not too 'Princessy', whatever that is even supposed to mean."

"Then grab on tight Bonnibel."

I focus a little extra hard to push the wings out of me without any other parts being affected. I wanna look good for her. There is no reason for me to want to do that, I just do. I guess. She purses her lips for a few seconds before walking up to me and grabbing around my neck. She's only a little shorter than me now. I feel a tiny bit of heat in my cheeks but I hide it by looking up while I wrap my arms tight around her waist.

"Hang on girlie, it's gonna be rough taking off, you're heavy now."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"That you aren't thirteen anymore. Don't get your twist in a knot Bonnie."

"Fine."

I fly off into the almost-not-night-anymore with her in tow. At some point her legs find her way around mine, and her grip on my neck grows painfully tight, but I don't care. In fact I really like it. She's scared, I can tell, but she laughs and laughs like she used to and it makes my stomach feel like there are moths fluttering around in it. What does that mean? It doesn't mean anything. I'm just getting myself worried trying not to drop her or offend her delicate sensibilities. That's all. I fly her wherever she directs me until I have to head back to her castle.

I keep telling myself I'm only trying not to offend her when I eventually drop her off in her balcony and fly back to my house as fast as I can to keep from having to really talk to her. I most certainly do not have a bit of a gigantic crush on that stuck-up spoiled-sport. She is the exact opposite of the kind of person I would want to smack a kiss on the beautiful candy-pink lips of.

Thanks to first reviewer

For reminding me this was a story I had uploaded. I kind of forgot I put it up here.

Geez Bonnie stop getting your twist in a knot.