It had been weeks. Amazing weeks of Bonnie and I just hanging out. Some days she'd meet me outside of school, and some days we'd go to the cafe where we met. But today was the day that I kept my word. I owed her a night of music, so I was gonna give her one. As I walk out of school with Finn and Jake, I see PB at the gates. She smiles and waves and I walk over to her, "I have this awesome idea, Bonnie." I say, grinning. "What is it?" She asks, walking along the path with me. I wave goodbye to Finn and Jake before telling her my plan, "When we first met, I told you I owed you. And, so, I'm going to keep my word and take you out or a night of music!" I pull out two tickets and wave then in her face, "Perks when you know the band!" Her jaw drops, "Marcy, no way! That's awesome! But, I have a lot of homework to do-" I frown, "Come on Princess, just for tonight! Have some fun!" I smile hopefully. She grins and pushes me, "Of course I'll go you dweeb." I laugh and hug her. As I pull away I see her face has gone pink. I smile and feel the blush flood my own face. "Okay, well. There's obviously going to be a catch, though..." I say, teasing her. She squints her eyes at me, "What sort of catch?" She asks. I grin, "The sort of catch you really won't like. Don't pick an outfit for tonight, okay? I'll pick you up at 7! Bye!" I say, walking home. "Wait, no! Marceline!" I laugh, and turn around. "I can't hear you!" I say, laughing.
I turn up outside Bonnie's house at exactly 6:50. I leave my bike and walk up to the gate. The gate clicks open and I walk in, making my way up to PB's room. "Hey." "Okay, go on. Get it over with. What's the catch?" PB says, falling backwards on her bed. I laugh and fall next to her, turning on my side to face her. She had her hands over her eyes. I take her hands in mine and look at her, "Calm down. I'm evil, but I'm not that evil. Well..." I wink at her and grab my black backpack. Inside it are the clothes PB was going to wear tonight and an extra surprise. "Okay, so, firstly, I don't want you riding with me on my bike unless you have some form of protection," I say, walking around her room, "But I don't have-" I stop her, "Let me finish. This is why, my dear Bubblegum Princess, I have purchased you your very own helmet!" I pull out a pink helmet from my bag and grin, handing it to her. She gasps, taking the helmet and looking at it in amazement. "Marcy... I love it!" She engulfs me in a hug, wrapping her hands around my neck while I wrap mine around her waist, "Glad you like it Bonnie..." We hug for ages before she pulls away, "You still haven't told me the catch." She says, eyeing me carefully. I laugh and reach into my bag, pulling out a pair of red skinny jeans and one of my favourite t-shirts; The Roasted Marshmallows were one of my favourite bands, and that t-shirt was one if the first band t-shirts I ever bought. I hand them to her, smiling. "Go get dressed." I say. She takes the clothes and walks into her bathroom. A few minutes later, she returns looking, well, amazing. "You look great, PB." I say, grinning. "You really think so?" She says, twirling around. I nod. "This shirt is amazing. It's so comfy, too." I smile, "Keep it." She gasps, looking down at the t-shirt, "Are you sure, Marcy?" "Of course I'm sure. Now come on, get your helmet on, we're gonna be late." She props her helmet on and walks down to my bike with me, jumping on the back and wrapping her arms around my waist. I start the engine and we head off to the concert.