Thanks for the help guys. I didn't actually fall off a skateboard. I don't even own a skateboard. Although if I did I'd probably fall off. A lot!
Bonnibel glanced at the clock for about the twentieth time that afternoon. Finally it gave her a reasonable time to get ready. Six pm. Time to get your stuff together Bonnibel she told herself. Going over to her desk she quickly threw on a little makeup and did something to her pink mane of hair. Giving herself a once over in the mirror she smiled as she took in her appearance.
Taking off her jumper, she grabbed the shirt Marceline had given her and went to throw it over her head, stopping as she brought it towards her face. She couldn't help but smile as she took in its scent; Marcy's scent. Bringing the shirt closer to her nose she inhaled deeply, savouring the glorious smell that belonged to her dear friend. Her smile grew bigger as she finally pulled it over her head, turning towards the mirror to once again take in her appearance.
Marceline was right; it did look pretty good on her. It was the perfect fit and made her look that little bit more punk than she usually did. Sighing contently, she grabbed her phone and some money before heading downstairs just in time to hear the doorbell ring.
"That'll be Marcy. I'm going to the concert Mom. I'll be back later. I have my cell." She called as she approached the door. Smiling at the girl on the other side, she heard her Mom shout something about being careful before she closed the door behind her.
"Told you you'd look great." Marcy smirked.
"I never doubted it. You don't look too bad yourself." Bonnie told her, looking her up and down. She wore a short, deep purple dress, or maybe it was a long top, although Bonnibel assumed since it didn't look like she had anything on underneath it that it was supposed to be a dress. Either way it looked pretty good, showing off her long, pale legs. Red socks came midway up her shins, her feet covered only slightly by grey ballet flats. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun held in place with a red ribbon matching her socks.
"Bonnie, you're eyeing me up like a tin of meatballs." She laughed, breaking Bonnie out of her trance.
"Sorry. Let's get going." She shook off her embarrassment as they walked towards Marcy's car. Well it was Simon's car but Marcy had told Bonnie before that she used it just as much as he did.
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It took about a half hour to get to the venue of the concert with them spending that time talking about The Scream Queens. Bonnie had learned that they were one of Marcy's favourite bands which made her even happier that she had asked her to come.
Once they parked the car, the two girls walked through security with ease and joined the growing crowd of people in the standing area. The place was dark, only lighting up once the supporting act came on stage. Bonnie had never heard of them but by the way Marcy was mouthing along to the words she safely assumed she knew who they were. They were good, Bonnie concluded. They played for about 45 minutes before bidding the cheering crowd a good night.
"The Scream Queens won't be on for about thirty minutes. Wanna go get a drink?" Marceline suggested. Bonnie nodded and followed her through the crowd, blushing slightly as she felt Marceline take her hand. They emerged right in front of the bar and Marceline went to get them some Cokes.
"I'm just gunna go to the bathroom!" Bonnie shouted across to her. Receiving a thumbs up from the girl waiting in the line at the bar, she headed off. If I can find a bathroom. She thought. As she wandered she thought about the concerts she'd seen on TV. Oh god what if they only have porta potties? No wait those are for outdoor concerts and stuff. This place must have indoor bathrooms somewhere.
Deciding it was nearly impossible to find it by herself, she stopped someone as they walked by. The man looked old, in his sixties Bonnibel presumed. He was bald and wore a glob awful brown suit with a stained white shirt underneath it. His tie was navy with little microphones printed all over it. It was whimsical but made him look even less professional if that was even possible.
"Sorry could you point me in the direction of the nearest bathroom?" she asked as she tapped him on the arm. The man turned towards her, giving her a warm smile.
"Sure thing. Down the end of this hall, swing a left and they're the second door on the right." He turned to walk away as Bonnie thanked him, but stopped when he noticed her shirt. "Sorry darlin' but could I ask where you got that shirt?"
Bonnie stopped and looked down, remembering she had on the shirt Marcy had loaned her. "Oh this? It's my friends, she loaned it to me for the concert."
"You're one lucky lady to be wearing a one of a kind shirt like that." The man chuckled.
"One of a kind, sir?" Bonnie questioned. Marcy never mentioned this.
"Oh yes. The story goes that nearly thirty years ago this band, Solid Snake, had this shirt printed for their final concert. Only when they got the rest of them printed, the colours were completely different. So they put those shirts in the pop-up stores around the arena and the lead singer wore that shirt" he pointed to Bonnie, "on stage for their final concert. Rumour has it a fan stole the shirt after the concert and nobody seen it again. Until today of course." He smiled at Bonnibel as he finished his story. "Well I best be off. Enjoy the concert darlin'." He walked away leaving a confused Bonnie in the middle of the hallway.
"There you are!" She turned towards the sound of Marcy's voice. "I thought you went home to pee." She smiled before noticing the man walking down the hallway away from them. "Is that who I think it is?" She asked as she handed Bonnie a glass bottle.
Bonnie followed her friends stare. "Who do you think it is?"
"He's the manager of The Scream Queens. The guy's been in the music business for like forty five years. He used to be the lead singer of the band from your shirt."
"What?! He was the lead singer of Solid Snake?!"
Marceline's head shot back to Bonnie. "How do you know the band's name? I never told you that." She looked shocked but impressed.
"I… uh… have my resources. Out of curiosity where did you get this shirt?"
"Bought it at a yard sale a couple of years ago. Why?"
"Did you know it's one of a kind?" Bonnie regaled Marcy with the story the man had just told her, smiling as Marceline went into full fangirl mode.
"So you're telling me the manager of The Scream Queens is actually Copperhead, formally the lead singer of Solid Snake?"
Bonnie shrugged. "I guess."
"You learn something new every day. Speaking of The Scream Queens we should head back, they should be coming on soon enough."
"Cool just let me pee." Once Bonnie was done the two girls arrived back to the crowd just in time to see the band walk on, eliciting a cheer from everyone in the arena. As they began playing, Bonnie found herself singing along to a lot of their song having picked up the lyrics as they listened in the car. She was enjoying herself, she noticed. She found herself smiling as she felt the beat in her chest and the smooth lyrics hit her ear. But her night was truly made when she stole a glance at the girl beside her, finding her singing along in full force with the band and clearly having the time of her life.
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"Oh my Grob! That was like… like…" Marceline exclaimed trying to find a word that would accurately describe how great the concert was.
"Extraordinary?" Bonnie offered.
"Exactly it was just unbelievable. I can't believe I actually got to witness that." They discussed their favourite parts of the performance as Marceline drove home, practically shaking with excitement from what she'd just seen. Once home, Marceline pulled up outside her house and the two girls got out.
"I'll give this shirt a wash before I give it back." Bonnie said as she shut the car door.
"What? No way dude. It's yours now. I gave it to you."
"But… Marcy this is really valuable… I mean you could sell this for a lot of money." She was touched by the other girls generosity.
"I have like a hundred shirts upstairs one of them is bound to be just as valuable. Plus your first band tee is important. It's your shirt now. Keep it, sell it, do what you want with it." She smiled.
"I'd never sell this shirt." Bonnie whispered, staring at the ground instead of the other girl. She wasn't sure if Marcy heard her or not but given what she said next she assumed she hadn't.
"Night Bonnie. And thanks again for tonight. I had a great time; it meant a lot to me."
Bonnie raised her head to look Marceline in the eye. "Me too Marcy. I'll see you tomorrow." She smiled before turning and walking over to her own house, clutching the shirt she was wearing while trying to stop herself from sniffing it again.