I got a text from Princess just before I left my house telling me to bring me Axe Bass. "What is she planning?" I ask myself, slinging the instrument on my back and jumping Ito my bike, riding to PB's house.
"Ding dong." I say to the machine. The gate opens with a buzz and I open it, walking up the steep hill. "Peebles? Peebles? Where are you!" I call. "I'm out back! Come on!" I sigh and walk into her back yard. I stop dead in my tracks when I see her. She was wearing the shirt I gave her with turquoise jeans and pink vans. Her hair was a shimmering pink from the fairy lights that were strewn across her back yard. "Surprise!" She said, grinning. In the middle of her yard was a table, some food, beer. Wow. "Also," she takes me by the hand an guides me to a large speaker with a keyboard placed next to it, "I thought we could have another night of music... Do you like it?" She looks at me expectantly. I smile and hug her, "I love it, Peebles. I really do. Now, let's eat. Carrying this bass around kills me." I set my Axe Bass down next to her keyboard and walk over to the neatly-set table, sitting down across from PB. She hands me a beer and I thank her. We sit, we eat, we talk for glob knows how long. All in all it was going amazingly. After we ate, I grabbed my Axe Bass, plugged it into the amp and we jammed. She played keyboard, I played bass, then, I began to sing. "Woah. Marceline?!" I stop playing and turn around, alarmed, "What?! What's wrong? Are you okay?" I ask. She looks shocked, "How did I not know that you could sing?" She asks, completely frantic. "Uh, I don't know? Maybe you just don't listen to me." I tease. She frowns, "I'm being serious, Marcy! Your voice is amazing!" I could feel the blush spreading across my face. "You really think so?" She nods and grins like crazy. "Well then. Maybe I should write you a song?" I say. "You write too?! Jesus Marcy, stop being so talented." I laugh and sit down on the floor, cross legged. I pluck at my Axe Bass and think, "Music's the only thing that I'm really good at. Like, even when I was younger, music was like, something important to me, y'know?" Why was I saying this? And why did I feel like I was about to be sick? "I understand what you mean. I feel that way with science. Geeky, yes. But, it's still a passion." She says, sitting down opposite to me. The feeling in my stomach intensified. Why do I feel like I'm about to vomit half of my organs up? Is it because PB's here? Or is it because I'm thinking about Simon? Jesus, Marceline. Get yourself together. "Come on, I want to show you something." PB says, dragging me up. She lead me through her house and up to the very top floor. "Why are we in your attic?" I ask, confused, "Just follow me." She replied, climbing up another set of stairs. As I arrived to the top of the staircase, I realised that we were on the roof of her mansion-like house. "Come on," she says, grabbing my hand and guiding me along the roof. There was a spot at the end of the roof, it was a flat surface, kinda small, but big enough to fit two people on there. We both sat down and looked up at the stars. "You know, when I was little, I used to come up here a lot. I used to love looking up at the stars. It made me feel small. It made all of my problems feel small. It made me realise how amazing and fascinating life is." Bonnie says, lying down on the flat surface. I lie down next to her, "I get what you mean, but, I don't like feeling small." She nods, "I know, Marce. I know." She holds my hand and we sit in silence, staring up at the stars.