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Someone has mentioned if Marceline knows she's talking with Bonnie. She doesn't at the beginning, it was a random locker she put the book in. Now, whether she figures it out or not.. well, you'll see. :)

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First entry will always be Bonnie. The very last will be Marceline unless stated otherwise.

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Red is the color of all things tasty and blood? What are you, some sort of vampire?

Pink is a bright color, it makes you stand out. It matches my personality, maybe. I'm rarely in a bad mood or unhappy. Pink is joyful color!

Something about me? If I could be one thing in the whole world, I'd be a mad scientist! A mad scientist who likes candy. What about you? Tell me about you.

And what does that three mean?

This girl, whoever she was, was something else. But I guess telling her I wanted to be a scientist was kind of weird, too.

Oh well.

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I had dropped the notebook off early this morning, like I had the other day. I keep checking to see if she had picked it up. About the fourth time I checked, it was still lying there. I decided to pick it back up and shove it in my bag and head for the library.

Speaking of library, I hadn't seen that girl again, not since I knocked her over. I wonder if she's in there again?

I walk through the big double doors leading to the room with thousands of books piled on the floor, stacked on shelves and tables. I did a quick scan of the room, not seeing any dark hair that belonged to her.

I didn't even get her name.

Why am I hung up on her?

Shaking my head, I make my way to the very back of the once again, pulling out the notebook (and making sure I was alone), and turned to the very last page. I decided to start drawing on the back cover, like she had the front.

I drew a pretty pink castle made of candy and a girl dressed in a lab coat. The girl I drew, who was supposed to be me, didn't look like me (which I drew arrows to saying "this doesn't actually look like me" to make sure she couldn't figure it out). But that's alright. I know who she is and she used to be important to me, the Bubblegum Princess.

But we'll save that story for another time.

I finished the drawing off with a little peppermint butler guy. He looked pretty cute, if I do say so myself.

I shoved the notebook back into my bag and left to drop it back into the locker. After I did so, I turned the corner and once again knocked someone over.

However, this time, it was me who fell. But I never touched the ground.

"Woah, hey there!" I felt slim arms wrap around me, keeping me from falling right on the hard, tiled floor. Instinctively, I held onto the person's waist and arm, looking up in panic to the person who had saved me.

It was that girl again!

Her hair was tied up into a messy, high ponytail with a red ribbon. Her guitar case wasn't present this time, and she wore a black and red stripped sweater. She helped me to my feet, steadied me, and backed up a couple steps before laughing.

"We've got to quit meeting like this," she said, winking at me. I felt my cheeks go pink.

"I'm sorry, maybe I should yell before I turn a corner or open doors," I joked (even though it wasn't nearly as funny as hers). Still, she laughed and for whatever reason, I couldn't help but smile.

"It's always nice to run into you, by surprise isn't bad at all." She cleared her throat and shifted her feet. "But, it would be nice to plan to meet you sometime. Are you busy tomorrow? It's Friday and I was wondering if you'd like to get some coffee or something after class?" I felt my cheeks heat up again and I tried pushing my embarrassment away.

"I'm not busy, I'd l-like to go." I stood up straight and tried to act noble-like and not an embarrassed girl. She raised her eyebrows a little and laughed again, playfully hitting my arm.

"Alright, cool! Meet me in the library tomorrow after class and I'll take you to get coffee." She smiled a little, then smirked as I nodded. "Sweet. I'll see you tomorrow, then."

"Ah, yeah.." She walked off then, leaving me to press my back against the wall and pushing my toes together (a nervous habit). "It's not a date, you don't even know her name. It's not a date, she's just asking for friendly coffee. It's not a date, she's a girl!"

For the rest of the day, all I could think about was how our "coffee get-together" was going to turn out like.

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A mad scientist, eh? You must be really smart, then, if you're that much into science.

I'm not much of a brain, I like more creative things. Like music, for example. I sing and play bass in my spare time. See, with science, it's all facts; things you can't change or make up. With music, you can be whoever you want or do what you want. You make things the way you want them to be.

A vampire? I wish! I'd scare everyone any chance I got. Maybe even knock them down a couple times.

Would you explain the whole candy thing? I saw your drawings and you mentioned you liked candy. The three? You'll see, maybe.

Pink is also the color of embarrassment. Are you easily embarrassed?

Instead of a three, there was a large number seven printed at the bottom of the page.