Hello, everyone! So, I was reading through the reviews on my last chapter, and I gotta say, WWEROX was my favorite xD. So, whoever you are, you're kind of a smartass. But a funnt one.
MOVING ON.
I'm gonna warn you guys now. I'm in a marching band, and our practice is starting up next week. For those of you who don't march in a band, it's surprisingly strenuous, and takes a lot of time out of your life. So, I might not update as often as I can. I apologize or the inconvienience.
Now then, I've rambled long enough. On with the show!
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Marceline's eyes closed, her hands snaking up to grab the collar of the jacket she'd loaned Bonnibel, pulling her closer. She then snaked her hands around her waist, closing the last bit of distance.
Bonnibel, in turn, tangled her hands in Marceline's hair and tugging slightly, causing the rocker to gasp. Her tongue immediately took advantage, caressing Marceline's own as she repositioned her hands to her chest, pushing her against the wall.
The shock of the impact woke Marceline up, and in a flash, the positions had been switched.
Bonnibel was pinned against the wall, Marceline gripping her tightly by the forearms. She looked into the shorter girl's eyes.
"Bonni... What the fu-"
"Girls! Is everything okay up there?" Hunson's voice called out, and Marceline flew back, landing on her bed, idly strumming her bass as her father burst into the room.
"Oh. Hey dad." Marceline said nonchalantly, trying to draw attention away from a flustered Bonnibel.
"Is everything okay? I heard a thud." He said, looking around for signs of trouble.
Marceline sighed, making a show of putting her bass in its proper place before walking up to her dad, blocking his view of Bonnibel.
"Everything's cool, dad. I just fell off the bed." She said, crossing her arms.
Hunson appeared sheepish for a moment, rubbing the back of his head.
"Right. As long as you aren't getting murdered or anything. Mr. Bubblegum's here. And I made dinner! Hope pot roast is okay." He said, walking back out of the room.
Marceline looked to the girl still against the wall. For the first time in...ever... the Princess looked unsure of herself, scared, if you will.
She sighed. "You comin'?" She asked, holding her hand out for the pink girl.
Bonnibel hesitated for a moment before taking her hand, gripping it tightly. Marceline led her down to the dining room, where no doubt, her father would have verything set up.
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"So, Bonnibel, would you say that you and Marceline are friends?" Mr. Bubblegum asked, motioning to his daughter with his fork.
Bonnibel cleared her throat, looking into Marceline's eyes as she answered.
"Yes, father. I would." And with that simple answer, they went back to eating.
While Hunson and Mr. Bubblegum talked about boring business-y stuff, Marceline was lost in her own thoughts.
Why did Bonni kiss me? She asked herself. I mean, I am pretty hot. That could be a reason.
But Bonni's not that superficial. Is she?
No. Bonni's better than that.
So why did she wanna kiss me? She could have anybody in the school.
Maybe you aren't thinking hard enough.
Alright, oh wise and powerful subconcious, what do you know?
I can't tell you that. You have to remember. That's how this works.
Ugh. You know, you really aren't that helpful, you know?
So I'm told.
Okay...do I get a hint?
I...suppose. It all started at the party.
What party?
THAT party.
Oh. Ahem. Well. Was I bad in bed?
Marceline. Be serious.
FINE.
Marceline thought long and hard, absentmindedly chasing her peas around her plate.
Well. I drank a lot.
Getting warmer.
And I had some weed.
Uh-huh.
And I found Bonni.
Yes, yes, yes.
And we had sex.
So close. Yet so far away.
Then where did I miss it?
Just back it up a bit. Before the clothes came off.
It's a little fuzzy.
You can do it, Marceline.
Marceline closed her eyes, picturing herself back at the party. She saw herself giving Fiona advice, and making her way upstairs. She remembered running into Bonni.
Think brain. Think.
Slowly, the fuzz surrounding the whole thing started to come into focus.
Her eyes widened comically as she understood.
She had a crush on me. And she thinks I totally took her for granted.
Bingo.
Her fork clattered loudly on the plate, causing everyone in the room to turn to her.
"Everything okay, Marcy?" Hunson asked, placing a hand on hers.
She stood up abruptly, wiping her mouth on a napkin.
"Yeah. Just. Need some fresh air." She lied, practically running out of the room.
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Marceline climbed onto the roof from the window of her room. She knew she'd get more privacy out here.
So Bonni has a thing for me. Wow.
Marceline thought about what she was gonna do with this information. She was sure Bonnibel was awesome, but only to those she trusted. And when she was around, the raven haired girl felt things she hadn't ever really felt before.
Maybe it wouldn't be too bad to date Bonni.
Aren't you getting a bit ahead of yourself?
What do you mean?
Well, for one, what if the kiss in your room was your last chance? What if she's finally decided to move on?
Well. Fuck.
Marceline rubbed her temples with her fingers.
"Marceline?" A voice behind her called out.
Bonni. What's she doing in my room?
Marceline quickly crawled back through the window, shutting it back and looking at the shorter girl.
"Hey. What's up?" She asked, trying to be nonchalant.
"Um. My dad got called away on business and can't give me a ride home. I was wondering if you could?" She replied, looking down at her hands.
"Umm. Well, Bonni, I-" She started, but was cut off.
"I mean, if you don't want to, I'm sure I could get a ride elsewhere. Or I could walk. Or I could-"
"Bonni. It's no big. I'll drive you home, okay? Wouldn't want you to get nabbed by any creepers out there." She said, smiling and pushing her chin up to look into her eyes.
Marceline never really paid attention to how extraordinary Bonni's brown eyes were compared to her own blue ones. They just made Marceline want to lean in and-
"Ahem. Well, we should get going, shouldn't we?" Bonnibel said, putting distance between them.
"Right. Let's go, shall we?" Marceline replied, a little hurt by the rejection.
Oh well. Guess I shoulda seen that one coming.
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The car ride to Bonnibel's house was silent, save for the occasional direction from the pink girl. Marceline didn't know what to do or to say that would make it any better.
How do you tell a girl you rejected unknowingly that you may have feelings for her?
Marceline mulled over possibilities, shooting each and every one of them down. For once in her life, Marceline didn't have any idea what to do.
"Just turn in here." Bonnibel told her. That was when she realized she was at the girl's house.
Marceline put it in park, wanting to talk to Bonnibel for a second, maybe reason through a few things, but the girl was gone the second she stopped the car.
Without really thinking about what she was gonna do, she sprang out of the car after her.
She caught her around the middle on the top step of her porch, whirling her around.
"Marceline, what are you-?" she started, startled that you were still there.
"Bonni, do you maybe want to go see a movie with me later?" you blurt out, no thought process in that sentance whatsoever.
*SLAP*
She felt the sting of Bonnibel's palm on her face, and she wanted to rub it, but she didn't want to give up just yet, so she held on, her face throbbing.
"How DARE you, Marceline? After all that you put me through? You'd still think I'd give you the time of day? Unhand me this instant!" She whisper screamed at you, not wanting to wake the neighbors.
"What about earlier today? In my room? You kissed me?" She asked, trying to grasp at straws.
"It was a MOMENT of weakness. Something that won't be repeated, I can assure you. Now LET ME GO, before I start screaming."
She lets go, but quickly blocks the door.
"Please, Bonni, just hear me out. I've been a total bitch to you lately, and I'm sorry. I didn't remember everything that happened at the party until like, an hour ago. If I had known that you just spilled your guts to me, I'd have handled it better. But," She said, slowly stepping towards Bonnibel.
"I want to take you out. I like you, Bonni, and if you'll give me a chance, I won't fuck it up this time." She hesitantly grabbed ahold of Bonni's hands, thankful when she didn't jerk away.
Bonnibel sighed, looking away from Marceline.
"I don't know, Marcy. I don't know how my dad, or any of my friends, would take me dating a girl. And you hurt me, Marcy. I know I'm to blame, as well, but I was a virgin before that party."
Marceline kept at it. "Just give me one chance to prove to you that I'm not a complete asshole. I promise you that I'll treat you better. And, for what it's worth, I'm sorry."
Bonnibel sighed again, taking her hands out of Marceline's and walking to her door.
"I'm sorry, too."
Marceline knew when she was rejected, and nodded to the girl, making her way to her car.
"Marcy!"
She turned, and a jacket smacked into her face. Her leather jacket.
"I look orward to the movie." Bonnibel said, smiling.
Marceline was pretty sure that she was grinning like an idiot. But she didn't care.
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And that's the end of this chapter! Sorry if it seems a little bad, I'm literally running on, like, 5 hourse of sleep in like, 3 days. It's stressful.
Anyways, I'm not gonna be updating my multichapter fics as often, as I want to spend more time on them, but I will be posting random one-shots if anyone's interested. Until then, I'll see you all later! Have a wonderful day, and leave a review if you want!
-Z