{ Bonnie }

Ever since Bonnie walked in on Freddy with Chica's wedding ring, thoughts had been swirling around her head like flies buzzing around on a warm summer's day. She was practically bursting at the seams from not being able to tell Chica. So she just thought about how cute of a couple they were and how Chica had better say yes.

Her thoughts then drifted to Foxy. Did he have a ring for her? Was he going to propose? If so, when?

"Bonnie?" Chica's voice came from the bathroom. Bonnie sat up, bringing her legs up and folding them indian style.

"Yes?" She asked, forcing her tone to sound normal, athough it came out a bit strained.

"Why are you so silent?"

Bonnie couldn't help but chuckle. She was the most quiet out of the four, she hardly ever talked, and yet Chica could still tell when something was on her mind. "I'm just thinking," she replied.

"About whaaaaaat?" Chica giggled, dragging out the "uh" sound in the word. She then started brushing her teeth.

"Stuff," Bonnie answered simply. Chica spit out the toothpaste, washed out her mouth, then returned to the bedroom, turning off the bathroom light. She was wearing a yellow T-shirt, white yoga pants, and fluffy slippers that looked like yellow chickens.

"What kinda stuff?" She asked, sitting down on the bed next to Bonnie. Her purple eyes twinkled mischeviously.

"You know just... stuff," Bonnie said, using all of her willpower to keep her face straight. She then laid back down and pulled up the covers. "Can we just go to sleep? I haven't gotten over six hours in a few days," she yawned.

Chica laid down as well. "Why?" She asked, looking at Bonnie with her eyebrows knit.

"I had this really tough case, and now I have a project..." Bonnie started, but Chica cut her off.

"I get it. Say no more. Goodnight," She said, reaching over and switching off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. Bonnie turned on her side to get more comfortabe, closing her eyes. Exhausted, she fell asleep in less than two minutes.

THUMP.

"BONNIE WHAT THE HELL?!"

"Hm?"

Groggy, Bonnie lifted her head and looked over the edge of the bed. Chica was sprawled on the floor, one ankle still tangled in the bedsheets, hair messed up, face contorted in a grimace.

"You knocked me off the bed!" Chica yelled untangling her foot from the sheets and standing up.

"I did?" Bonnie asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Yes," Chica said. She leaned backward, stretching, and a small pop was heard.

"Sorry," Bonnie mumbled, rolling over onto her stomach and shoving her face into the pillow.

"It's alright," Chica sighed, then went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face.

The sound of the sink's running water began to lull Bonnie back into sleep. The blissful moment was suddenly broken when someone jumped into the bed next to her.

"Morning, lass!" Foxy's voice broke the peaceful silence as he planed a kiss on her head.

Irritation coursed through Bonnie's veins and she grabbed Chica's pillow, putting it over head head to block him out.

"Oh, come on now! Don't be like that!" Foxy cooed, ripping the pillow and then the covers off of her.

"Screw you!" Bonnie growled, dragging herself out of bed and making her way toward the bathroom. She passed Chica as the blonde was exiting, then shut the bathroom door behind her, locking it.

"Bonnie, lass!" Foxy called. "What's wrong?"

"You're what's wrong," Bonnie muttered to herself, splashing water on her face and running her finger over her scar. It was faded, but still obviously there. With a sigh, she started brushing her long, pastel blue hair, staring back at her own pink eyes in her reflection. After brushing her hair, she put in some new contacts. She wore monthly contacts, and just recently bought some that made her eyes green, because she believed it went better with her hair.

She brushed her teeth quickly and exited the bathroom, passing a confused Foxy without a second glance in his direction. Bonnie heard pots and pans clattering in the kitchen, telling her Chica was starting breakfast. Ignoring Foxy's attempt at talking to her, she left the room to go help Chica.

Gold was already in the kitchen and sitting at the bar, his grey eyes clouded with sleep and his blonde hair sticking out in all directions. His gaze found Bonnie, and his lips curled up in a slight smile.

Bonnie murmured a small "good morning" as she passed him and went to grab the pancake mix.

"Bonnie, why don't you sit down? I'll make breakfast," Chica offered, smiling at her best friend. Relief spread through Bonnie and she sat down at the bar next to Gold, laying her head down on her forearms.

Chica cooked some pancakes, sausage, and eggs. Freddy hadn't yet arrived at the table, so his plate sat untouched next to the sink. The plates were served, and Chica sat down on Gold's other side at the bar. Everyone dug in, including Foxy, who even ate his eggs.

"You never eat eggs," Bonnie commented as she swallowed a bite of sausage. She flicked a strand of blue hair out of her face and let out a small sigh.

Foxy looked up at her, also swallowing his bite. "Me preferences come and go," he replied simply.

Bonnie knew it was juvenile and stupid, but seeing him eat eggs made by Chica and not eat eggs when she made him just hurt her in some odd way. She set her plate down by Freddy's and walked off to the living room and turned on the television.

It was an odd feeling, what she felt towards Foxy. She loved him, she knew she did, but for some reason, everything he did or said set her off for no apparent reason. She would just blame her grumpiness on... womanly reasons... or possibly lack of sleep, but it had been going on for a while.

Foxy came in and sat next to her after finishing his breakfast. He wrapped is arm around her shoulders and she snuggled up to his chest, her eyes glued to the televsion, but her mind continuing to wonder elsewhere.