Hello, everyone! I'm back from my vacation, albeit a liiittle later than I expected. But, I'm being a nice person and giving you lovely people an update!
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The car ride to Marceline's was awkward, to say the least.
Both girls were silent, with both the punk rocker's hands on the wheel, gripping it tightly, her eyes on the road, and her preppy companion, curled into the door, as far away from her as possible.
Marceline had tried putting on some music to try to ignore the tension, but couldn't settle on a station, eventually just shutting the radio off with a huff.
You know, the drive to my house never seemed that long. Marceline thought to herself.
Eventually, however, the girls pulled into the driveway of the Abadeer's, and Bonnibel rocketed out of the car as if she were on fire, beelining for the front door.
Marceline smirked, noticing her father wasn't home yet. The door's locked.
Bonnibel found this out a few seconds later, furiously jiggling the handle before moving to the side with a huff, crossing her arms and glaring at Marceline, who'd started laughing at the whole scene.
The taller girl said nothing as she walked up the steps to the door, not looking at Bonnibel, and sorted the keys on her keyring, making sure to take her time as she did so.
Bonnibel huffed again, which only made the smirk on Marceline's face wider. She finally quit stalling and produced the key from her back pocket, where it had been the whole time. She looked over at the pinker girl.
"Whoops." She said, grinning smugly at her.
Bonnibel continued to glare, saying nothing.
Marceline opened the door, letting the brooding princess through, and closed it back, locking it once more.
She looked at Bonni, who was standing in the middle of the hallway, her arms wrapped around her, hugging the pink jacket she was wearing closer to her and shivering slightly.
"Your house is cold." Was what came from the smaller girl, the first words she had spoken since the parking lot.
Marceline felt a pang of...something...at the girl's words, as well as the tone. She sounded, broken, almost, as if she were in pain. Marceline shrugged her leather jacket off, draping it over the pink girl's shoulders.
"Yeah. My dad likes it cold. Says it calms him, or something. I'm used to it. Anyways, my dad's gonna be a while, so I should probably show you around the house." Marceline said.
The house consisted of two floors, four counting the attic (where Marceline's room was) and that basement, and Marceline showed Bonnibel around, talking to the girl about the rooms and getting no response, merely grunts of acknowledgement.
It hurt Marceline, but the rocker was used to feeling pain around the girl.
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Hunson came home a little while later, while Marceline and Bonnibel were watching tv in the living room. The two were, of course, sitting as far away from one another as possible.
"Hello, girls! How was school?" Hunson asked, seemingly oblivious to the tension around them.
"Fine, I guess." Marceline said. Bonnibel merely shrugged, pretending to be engrossed in whatever talk show was on.
Hunson was unphased by the answers. "Well, I'm going to start dinner. Bonnibel's father should be here in about an hour. Why don't you girls hang out in Marcy's room until it's ready?"
Marceline's head snapped to him, her expression a mixture of horror and rebellion. Her father shot her a pleading look. They stared at one another for a bit, having a silent conversation, while Bonnibel looked on, amused.
Marceline finally releneted after moments of silence.
"Fine. Come on, Bonni."
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Marceline opened up the latch leading to her room reluctantly. It was the only room in the house she hadn't shown Bonnnibel, and for good reason. Her room was her sanctuary, a place for her to sit and forget about all of her troubles for a while. She didn't want any bad memories to taint her special place, and with Bonnibel there, that was a distinct possibility.
The room itself was a dark purple color, while the carpet was black. The window in the center of one wall had a velvet curtain keeping the sun out. Next to the window was a dark mahogony desk, cluttered with notebooks and writing utensils, as well as a computer and some recording equipment. Marceline's electric guitar hung from the wall on one side of the room, while her acoustic one hung from the other. Both had their amps and chords below them A large tv hung from a third wall, with black and purple beanbag chairs surrounding it. Her king sized bed was opposite to the tv.
The bed had blck cherry sheets, with matching pillows. A nightstand was on one side of it, a notebook and pencil on top, next to the lamp, which had a black shade. Hanging over her bed, was her beloved Axe-Bass. Its amp and chord was on the other side of the bed.
She closed the latch after letting Bonnibel in, and flopped down onto her bed. Bonnibel stood in the middle of the room, looking uncomfortable.
"Make yourself at home." Marceline prodded.
The princess reluctantly sat on the edge of the bed.
Marceline lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
Wow, this is awkward. She thought to herself.
I should probably do something.
Marceline sat back up, her sudden movement drawing Bonnibel's attention.
"So...do you like music?" Marceline tried. Bonnibel shrugged in response.
The pale girl sighed, flopping back down.
She closed her eyes, content with taking a nap, when she heard an almost timid voice say, "I take it that you do."
She shot back up, a small smile on her face.
"I do, indeed, Bonnibel." She said, smirking. She saw Bonni's eyes travel to her bass.
"Is that...a real battleaxe?" She questioned.
"Yeah. And it doubles as a damn fine bass guitar." Marceline replied, lighting up.
"Interesting. How did you happen upon it?" Bonnibel inquired.
"Oh, my...a close friend made it with me. He's uh, gone now." Marceline instantly deflated again, saddened at the topic of Simon.
Bonnibel took note of this. "So, um, if you're a musician, can you play me a song? I mean, if you're good enough" She said challengingly.
Marceline was still caught up in her emotions. "Yeah. Gimme a sec."
Marceline was at war with herself. She knew that she'd be more comfortable playing her bass, but it would only make her feel bad. She hadn't played it since Simon's passing, and she was nervous about it.
Well. Fuck it.
She grabbed her bass off the wall, and pulled a remote out of her nightstand. She pressed a button on it, and her recording equipment came to life. She scrolled through her prerecorded accompaniment until she found a particular one she was working on recently, and hit play. She quickly set up her bass and began to strum, singing the lyrics as they came to her.
(A/N: *HINT* It's totally I'm Just Your Problem)
La da da di da
I'm gonna bury you in the ground.
La da da di da
I'm gonna bury you with my sound
Bonnibel was listening closely. Marceline's voice was almost angelic, and she sat on the bed, watching as the pale girl's fingers ghosted easily over the chords.
I'm gonna
Drink the red, from your pretty pink face
I'm gonna-
Flashbacks to the night the shared at the party went through Bonnibel's mind, and before she could stop herself, she blurted out.
"Marceline, that's too distasteful."
The accompaiment slowly faded out as if on cue, and Marceline idly strummed as her eyes snapped to Bubblegum's, a sort of fire in them that both scared and excited the pink girl.
"Oh, you don't like that?"
Bubblegum opened her mouth to say something, but Marceline sprang off the bed, still maintaining eye contact.
"Or do you just not like me?"
Sorry I don't treat you like a goddess
Is that what you want me to do?
Sorry I don't treat you like you're perfect
Like all your little loyal subjects do
Sorry I'm not made of sugar
Am I not sweet enough for you?
Is that why you always avoid me?
That must be such an inconvienence to you.
Well,
Bonnibel watched as Marceline strummed the chords, never breaking eye contact. One of the things that had...attracted...her to Marceline was the fire that the girl had. Bubblegum stood up, walking slowly to Marceline.
I'm just your problem.
I'm just your problem.
It's like I'm not,
even a person, am I?
I'm just your problem.
At this point, Bonnibel was in Marceline's personal space, so the bassist stepped back a few steps.
I shouldn't have to justify what I do.
I shouldn't have to prove anything to you.
I'm sorry that I exist.
I forgot what landed me on your blacklist.
But I shouldn't have to be the one that makes up with you.
So.
Why do I want to?
Why do I want to?
Marceline's back hit the wall as Bonnibel advanced on her.
"To-bury you in the ground, and drink the blood from your-" Marceline was silenced by soft, pink lips crashing against her own.
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Aaaaaaaaaaaand I'm stopping there. It's like, 3 in the morning, so forgive me if it isn't my best work. I wanted to use the Bubbline song from Adventure Time (They'll probably deny that the two ever dated, but I totally ship it, obviously), and I had the idea for this chapter kinda out of the blue. Loved it? Hated it? Leave me a review! I'd love to hit maybe, say, 25 before I update next? That cool? Either way, have a lovely day!
-Z