{ Bonnie }
When she and Chica arrived home, the boys had just pulled into the driveway. They had paint splotches and small bruises all over them, along with padded vests and helmets. Common sense told Bonnie they had gone to the park and had a paintball war. Bonnie grabbed a couple of the plastic bags as Chica parked and turned off the car. The blonde followed her inside, where the boys were standing around talking and laughing.
"-and then I was like 'No we aren't' and shot you."
"Traitor."
"Ye guys were te ones that teamed up on me!"
Bonnie and Chica set the ingredients on the counter, causing the plastic bags to rustle. The boys looked up and grinned. Foxy walked up to Bonnie and wrapped his hands around her. She yelped and pushed him away. "Foxy!" she yelled indignantly. "You got paint all over me! My clothes, oh! There's some in my hair!"
"Sorry, lass," Foxy smiled sheepishly. Bonnie just sighed and pushed past Freddy and Gold, headed towards the bathroom to take a shower. She grabbed some pajamas from her room and walking into the bathroom, ignoring Foxy calling after her as she locked the door.
"It's fine, I'm just going to clean it off," She called to the ginger as she turned on the water. A content sigh escaped her lips as she stepped into the hot waterfall from the shower head. She sat unmoving, just letting the water flow down her back, before she finally reached for the shampoo to wash her blue hair, which was now thoroughly soaked.
As she worked the shampoo through her hair, realization landed on her like a huge weight.
It was Spring Break. It took Bonnie a moment to remember the day. Monday. Their guests would arrive tomorrow and most likely leave by Friday or Saturday. When Monday came and Bonnie had to go back to law school in a week, she remembered she had a huge project due.
Which she hadn't started on.
She made a small gasp noise as she quickly washed the shampoo out of her hair. Shivering, she stepped out of the shower and put on her fuzzy blue shorts and plain white T-shirt. Wringing out her hair, she speed-walked from the bathroom to her room, sitting down at the desk and flipping her hair over her shoulder.
As the cold drops of water from her hair slid down her back, she rifled through the papers on the desk until she found the assignment. Her eyes skimmed over the paper.
Write a mock trial script about a man accused of stealing a car. Must include all roles incuded in a regular court. Minimum of five pages. Due Monday.
Five blank notebook paper pages sat eagerly next to the assignment sheet. They seemed to mock Bonnie and in anger she grabbed them and threw them, watching as they fluttered daintily to the floor. She turned back to the desk and slammed her elbows down, putting her hands in her hair and closing her eyes, letting out a quiet moan.
How was she going to finish this?
"Bonnie?" Chica asked, putting a small hand on the stressed girl's shoulder. Bonnie made her face look normal and turned to her best friend. Chica had a concerned expression, her eyebrows knit together. "You alright?"
Bonnie nodded, forcing a small smile. "What do you need?" She asked, her voice sounding slightly strained.
"I started the oven. You're helping bake the cupcakes, right?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry."
"What were you doing in here?"
Bonnie shifted slightly so her long hair was shielding the assignment paper from view. "Nothing," she lied, her eyes boring into Chica's. The blonde looked away from her harsh stare and started toward the door.
"Alright..." she mumbled disbelievingly. "Well, when you're ready, I'll be in the kitchen."
When she left, Bonnie scooped up one of the papers and grabbed one of the pencils. She went to write down her name when the lead snapped. Gowling in frustration, she threw the pencil to the other side of the room and grabbed a mechanical one, scrawling down her name and the words "Mock Trial Script" in curly letters. Her plan was to write a rough draft of the script, then type it all out.
She put down the pencil and left the room. Freddy and Gold were playing Mario Kart 8 in the living room. They were sitting next to each other on the couch, occasionally elbowing each other in hopes of sabotage. Freddy finished the race in first, hardly in front of Gold. He whooped and threw his hand up in the air while Gold groaned and sunk into the couch. Foxy was probably in his room playing on his Xbox.
Chica was mixing ingredents together in a mixing bowl, humming Blank Space to herself. Bonnie silently grabbed a bowl and cracked a few eggs into it, beating them forcefully. Chica glanced over at Bonnie with that same concerned expression.
Foxy walked into the kitchen, reading something on his phone. "Oi," he called to the girls. "Mari and BB jus' landed. They're gonna be here in a few hours as soon as they can get a taxi or somethin'."
Chica beamed. "Yay!" She squeaked as she stirred the batter. "I can't wait to see them!"
Bonnie nodded, smiling. "How old is BB now?" She asked.
"Er... Thirteen, I think?" Foxy answered, shrugging and turning off his phone. "He was around seven or eight when we last saw him."
Bonnie nodded once again. Foxy wandered into the living room and joined the other boys in playing Mario Kart.
Chica and Bonnie fell into silence as they continued to make the cupcakes. They put the batter in the oven and got the icing and toppings out. Once it was done baking, they started icing the cupcakes with different colors. Bonnie grabbed a container of black sprinkles and began shaking them onto a cupcake with white icing when Foxy came into the room, staring at his phone with his eyes wide.
"Guys..." he said quietly, then louder. "Guys!" The sound of Mario Kart pausing was heard, and then Freddy and Gold came in from the living room.
"Yeah?" Freddy asked.
Foxy showed him and Gold his phone and both of them knit their eyebrows. "Why didn't he tell us sooner?" Freddy asked.
"Well, what is it?" Chica asked, impatient.
Foxy showed the girls his phone. It was a text conversation with Mike, and his most recent text read:
Uh... hey Foxy. I hope you don't mind. My girlfriend Jenny is coming along.