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Bonnibel woke to the weirdest sound she'd ever heard. Slowly opening her eyes, she stretched as she patted the bed looking for her phone. 2:57 am shone up from the screen making her eyes sore. "Too bright" she groaned before remembering why she was awake at such an awful hour in the first place. Tuning her ears to hear better she listened for the sound.

It was a low, deep sound vibrating from somewhere. She'd heard the sound before from music she'd listened to but this was different. She looked around the empty room not expecting to find the source. Getting up she followed the sound to the window, opening it wide and sticking her head out to try hear better.

It worked, as she felt the cool midsummer breeze against her cheek the sound she was awoken by could be heard fully. Bonnibel couldn't recognise the tune being played although that didn't surprise her. She wasn't an expert when it came to anything musical, instead opting to listen to the same bands and singers over and over again. Music changed too much for her liking.

She couldn't help but stay there and listen. The sound was somewhat hypnotic. She forgot about being woken up and instead stood there for about a half an hour, just content with listening. Only when the music stopped did she come back to her senses, looking around for the source. She was a little disappointed when she could see nobody around.

"I wonder if that happens every night?" she questioned before deciding to go back to bed. She took one last look at the neighbourhood before pulling the window down and shuffling back to cosy bed to fall asleep once again.

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The kitchen boxes lay open on the tiled floor, being the only boxes left to unpack. Bonnie was trying to find a good place to put the pots and stuff when she heard the doorbell ring.

"I'll get it." Her mother announced putting the last of the mugs into the cupboard before heading for the front door. As Bonnie continued putting the other stuff away she could hear voices, one was her mothers, the other a man's, greeting each other.

"Bonnibel come in here, we have visitors." Her mother called from the sitting room.

Bonnie rolled her eyes. She'd moved houses enough in her short life to know what was happening. The neighbours always called over, never to greet them but to be nosy and intrusive. They'd want to know where they'd lived before, why they'd moved and what had they done to the new house. They made her sick.

So when she walked into the sitting room to where her mother and guests were sitting she was quite surprised at the sight of the two unknowns before her. They didn't look like the nosy type.

One was a man, obviously the voice she'd heard not ten seconds earlier, dressed in a black/grey suit, a black waist coat and white shirt. His hair was snow white, flowing down to his shoulders and blending in with the white beard covering the lower half of his face. His eyes were covered with round sunglasses situated atop a long pointed nose. To Bonnibel he resembled a stylish hippie.

"Ah. You must be Bonnibel. I'm Simon and this here is Marceline." He held out his hand for Bonnie to shake, which she did, before gesturing to the person on his right. Turning to look at her, Bonnibel was even more shocked to see it was a girl around her age.

"It's a pleasure to meet you" Bonnibel greeted them both, to which Marceline replied with a slight head nod causing black hair to fall ever so slightly in front of her face.

She took this time to get a good look at the girl before her. She was definitely her age; thick, jet black hair that seemed to fall all the way down pat her waist, unlike Bonnie's that was pink and only went to the middle of back. Looking at her clothes she seemed to give off the punk rocker vibe; a grey flannel shirt over a white tank top, black skinny jeans and dirty, red converse. Bringing her eyes back to the girls face she notices how pale she was. 'Although that might be in contrast to her hair but still.' She thought. The girls face held a slightly disinterested expression made even more prominent by the way her arms sat folded loosely across her chest.

Bonnie's trance was broken by her mother's voice telling them all to take a seat. Her mother and Simon began to talk about the house; how they were settling in and where they had moved from. But, as Bonnie had assumed, this was different than the other times. Simon seemed to just be making small talk, genuinely interested in the answers without being in dire need for the information like the others before him.

Bonnibel tuned them out after a while, instead focusing on looking anywhere but at the girl whose eyes she could feel on her since they'd sat down. It wasn't until she heard her name did she finally tune back into their conversation.

"So I'm assuming you'll be starting at Ooo High School this fall, Bonnibel?" Simon asked her.

She turned and gave him a small smile. "Yes, sir. I enrolled before we moved here. I'll be starting twelfth grade."

"Excellent. That's where Marceline here goes. Twelfth grade as well. Looks like you've got a new friend ey Marce?" Simon chuckled.

"I guess so." She smirked, not once taking her eyes off Bonnibel.

"Excellent. See Bonnibel I told you it would be easy to make friends."

Bonnie laughed nervously before standing up and turning to the group. "Anybody want something to drink?" she offered, attempting to remove herself from the pale girl's intense stare.

She walked into the kitchen having been told to make her mother and Simon coffee and grab some juice for Marceline. Once there she leaned against the marble counter top and relaxed only to tense up again when she heard Simon tell Marceline to help her. The other girl was already in the kitchen before she could tell her she could handle it.

"Need a hand?" She smiled showing Bonnibel her empty, pale hands.

"Ugh, sure. You can pick whatever juice you want from the fridge. My Mom bought like 10 different ones this morning."

As Marceline poured herself some cranberry juice and Bonnie fiddled with the coffee maker she frantically tried to think of something to break the awkward silence.

"So uh… Your Dad seems pretty cool." She said as she turned around to face Marceline, leaving the machine to do its thing.

Marceline cocked a well kept eyebrow at this statement. "My Dad?... Oh you mean Simon. Yeah he's totally awesome but he's not my Dad. More like my guardian or something." She explained, taking a sip of her drink.

Bonnie nodded slowly, her mouth forming a 'O' shape in understanding. This statement made her curious. "So then where is your Dad?"

Marceline was a little shocked at how blunt she was? "Wow. That's kind of a loaded question, don'tcha think? What if I was really touchy about that sort of thing?"

Bonnie shrugged. "I dunno, I guess I was just wondering. Plus you don't seem like you'd be too touchy about it." She felt kinda bad until Marceline gave her a small smile.

"Well I'm not touchy about it, lucky for you. My Dad left me when I was four, right after my Mom died. Simon fostered me a little while later and I've been with him ever since."

Bonnie was silent for a moment afterwards. "That sucks." She told her, earning a chuckle from Marceline.

"Yeah I guess. So what about your Dad? I noticed it's mostly just you and your Mom in the pictures."

"Good observation. I never knew him. He left soon after was born. So technically I have met him but I mean I don't remember it, you know what I mean."

Marceline nodded indicating she understood. She looked at Bonnie curiously when she heard a small laugh escape her lips. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing really it's just… This is probably the weirdest, most depressing small talk I've ever had."

They both laughed in agreement, Marceline admitting it was indeed really messed up.

"Well I'm gunna go sit inside before you ask me my most traumatic childhood memory." She smiled, picking up her juice and heading back into the sitting room. Bonnie couldn't help but smile back as she poured the coffee into the mugs sitting on the counter.

'I guess she's not as bad as I thought.'