AGGRESSIVELY WISHES EVERYONE A HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Asking Marceline to go to the concert with her was, to this day, the best decision Bonnibel had ever made. The reason she thought this was because for the months that followed the concert the two had become closer than ever. They were best friends; almost inseparable apart from when Ash was around.

This didn't happen as much as Bonnie thought it would however, as when both she and Marcy went back to school in September she found out that Ash had graduated the year before. He also wasn't around so much outside of school. Marcy has told her he was in the city a lot, working with his band. In all honesty Bonnie didn't care where he was or what he was doing; so long as she didn't have to see him she really didn't care.

Bonnibel was happy. For once in her life she was genuinely happy. She liked this town, her school and the friends she'd made here. That was why she was now sitting on her bed, staring at the picture on the screen of her laptop with such intensity she was sure she's lost the ability to blink.

She was doing this because, while she was happy, she was also scared.

She'd felt happy before. Once she'd settled in a new place, after a while she'd let her guard down only for her mother to drag her away because of the actions of one man. The man whose picture was currently on her screen. The man who was technically her father.

All she knew of him was that he had, at one stage, been married to her mother before cheating and running off with some bimbo. According to the page she was looking at the couple had three kids of their own and lived in a house on the outskirts of Aaa city. As she read the words on the screen she couldn't help but feel a little mad. Or jealous. Why would you be jealous? You like your life. She thought to herself. But deep down she knew why.

Because of this man, her life had been fucked up way too many times for anyone to enjoy. He and his family didn't have to move almost yearly. When her life went to crap, nine times out of ten it was his fault. He wasn't even a presence in her life and he still managed to fuck it up.

What was I doing again? She asked herself. She was too busy getting worked up she'd forgotten why'd she'd looked him up in the first place. Then she remembered. She was looking for his contact information. An email or phone number or something she could use.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a screech coming from outside. The window was closed, it was the beginning of December after all, but still she heard it. It was Marcy, Bonnie was positive. But why was Marcy screaming in the middle of the street? Slowly, Bonnie moved away from the laptop and towards her window, ensuring she was out of sight from the people down on the street. She peaked from behind the curtain. Marceline was there just as she'd suspected. She was walking towards her front door, followed closely by someone else.

Ash Bonnie thought bitterly. She strained her ears to hear any part of the argument going on outside. Something about a jerk, maybe?

"IT'S OVER YOU PSYCHO!"

That she didn't have to strain to hear. She saw Marceline scream and push Ash away from her before stalking into her house and slamming the door in his face. She continued to watch as Ash banged on the door until finally Simon came and told him to get lost.

Once the drama was over she walked away from the window and lay down on her bed. She couldn't help but giggle. They broke up she told herself happily. It had just happened right in front of her eyes and judging by how mad Marcy looked they weren't going to reconcile anytime soon.

Marcy Bonnie suddenly felt awful. She had hated Ash, but clearly Marceline hadn't. She must feel terrible.

She lay on her bed weighing up her options. She could text her and ask if she was okay. But that would imply that she had seen what had happened. Although she doubted Marcy thought that nobody had seen. It was too quiet for no one to have noticed.

She jumped up off her bed determined. If she was going to comfort her friend, she was going to do it in person, not through text. Closing the lid of her laptop; her daddy issues could wait until later, she walked downstairs and into the kitchen.

"Hey Mom do we have any ice-cream?" She asked the woman sitting at the breakfast bar.

"It's two o' clock in the afternoon, why would you want ice-cream?" Her mother looked at her like she had ten heads.

"Marcy and Ash had this huge fight so I thought I'd go comfort her. Ice-cream's great comfort food." She said as she stuck her head into the freezer. She pulled out two tubs of Ben & Jerry's and smiled.

"I get it. Comfort her. Gotcha." Her mother smirked and gave her an exaggerated wink.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh you know what I mean." She gave her another wink causing Bonnie to blush.

"No! It's not like that. We're just friends. Best friends. That what best friends do for each other."

"I know, I know. Just friends. Nice position to be though huh? There by her side. A shoulder to cry on." Her mother laughed as her blush deepened. She was enjoying this way too much.

"I… I don't need to take this. I'm going to my friend to make sure she'd okay because that's what a good friend does." She emphasised the word friend as she walked past her mother, ignoring the woman's cackling as she went.

The ground outside was dusted lightly with frost. The weather had gotten a lot colder once December had begun. Bonnie wasn't a fan of the snow but according to Marceline this town got a surprisingly heavy amount. She reached the front door and raised her hand to knock before pausing. What was hoping to earn from this? Was she hoping Marceline would run into her arms and tell her she broke up with ash to be with her?

Honestly yes she was but she knew that wasn't going to happen. What she needed to do was be Marceline's friend. Her best friend. She couldn't go in there expecting anything romantic. As if it would happen anyway she thought. She cleared her mind, focusing on her friend and being there for her before she decided it was time to actually knock.

Just as her knuckle was about to make contact with the wood, the door opened revealing a man dressed in a long, black winter coat and grey hat.

"Bonnibel. Delightful to see you." Simon exclaimed. He lowered his voice for the next part, not giving Bonnie a chance to return the greeting. "I'm assuming you heard. Marcy's upstairs. She needs a friend like you right about now." He gave a small wink before strolling past her and over to his car. She looked from the doorway to Simon and back again before deciding she'd better go inside. Closing the door behind her, she went to the kitchen to grab some spoons before quietly making her way up to Marcy's room.

Over the last few months she'd spent a great deal of time in Marceline's bedroom; listening to music, watching movies and just hanging out together. She gave the door a light knock, waiting for Marcy to answer.

"I said I'm fine Simon just leave me alone." She heard from the other side of the door. Her voice sounded brittle like she was about to cry at any moment. It broke Bonnie's heart to hear her sound so innocent. She gently teased open the door, slowly peaking her head around to view her friend.

She was lying face down on her bed, her head shoved into her pillow. She looked up at the sound of the door opening and opened her mouth to say something, probably to tell Simon to get out, but stopped when she saw Bonnie, a sad smile gracing her lips.

"Oh… hey…" She said, sitting up and rubbing her face in attempt to remove any evidence the she'd been crying.

"Hey" she responded slowly inching closer to the bed. Marcy moved her legs, sitting Indian style to make room for Bonnie who took a seat, mirroring the other girl's position.

"I guess you heard?" Marcy said, attempting to laugh but it just turned into a sniff.

"Yeah I heard. Wanna talk about it?"

Marceline shook her heard.

"Come on Marcy, talk to me. I brought ice-cream." She smiled and held up the tubs and spoons.

"Oooh strawberry cheesecake, my favourite!" The dark haired girl's mood improved for a few seconds as she looked at the ice-cream. Bonnie laughed at her excitement as she handed her the food and a spoon before opening the other tub.

"Spill it. What'd he do?"

She sighed as she too opened her tub. "It sounds really silly when I say it out loud." She explained. She looked at her pink haired friend who said nothing, waiting for her to continue instead. "Okay well… he kinda sold something that belonged to me… Something important."

"What? Like a kidney?" Bonnie interrupted.

"No not a kidney, jeez. He's an asshole, not a serial killer." She laughed though, finding Bonnie's assumption surprisingly hilarious.

"Sorry. Just a guess. Continue."

"It was… a teddy bear. My teddy bear, Hambo. I've had it since I was a kid." She paused, waiting for Bonnie to laugh at her childishness. But she didn't. Instead she just gave a sad smile.

"I'm sorry Marcy. It must have been really important to you." She dug her spoon into her ice-cream and placed her hand on the other girl's wrist.

Marcy smiled at the contact. "It was. Simon gave it to me. Years ago. I mean it was old and stuff but it meant a lot to me." She looked off into space as if remembering something. Remembering back then.

"Marcy?" Bonnie asked softly, bringing her back to earth. She gave her a questioning look. "It's not just about how long you had it, is it?" Bonnie could tell there was more to it. From their time spent together she could now read Marcy like a book.

Marcy smiled and took a big spoonful of ice-cream. "Good call. You know me too well." She said before shoving it into her mouth. Bonnie waited for her to finish knowing she'd eventually get an explanation.

"I lied to you." She said finally.

Bonnie stopped the spoon halfway towards her mouth in shock. "What do you mean?"

"Remember a while back when you came up here and asked about Gunter?" She waited for Bonnie to nod before continuing. "Yeah well I said I didn't know what you were talking about. But I lied. I was just too scared to tell you what it meant."

Bonnie's stomach suddenly became heavy. "Well what did it mean?" She was even more engrossed in the story know than before, if that was even possible.

"See, before he adopted me, Simon had a wife, Betty. And son… whose name was Gunter. But they… died a couple of years before I came along. So when Simon called me Gunter it sorta meant he's…"

"Not exactly right… in the head." Bonnie finished, nodding in understanding.

"I've noticed it a few times over the past year or so; he'd call me Gunter or start talking to Betty when there was really nobody there. That's why Hambo was so important to me. It reminded me of the Simon I know. The one won rescued me, the one who loves me. The one who remembers me."

Bonnie felt herself tear up.

"Oh no Princess, if you cry, I'll cry and I've already done that enough today."

They both laughed, Bonnie instead shoving ice-cream into her mouth to stop herself from crying. "So what are you gunna do? About Hambo I mean."

Marcy shrugged. "What can I do? Hitting Ash won't bring him back. He said he sold it to some chick in some creepy shop in the city. I guess he's gone. It may not help, but next time I might just punch Ash in the gut, just cause." They both smiled at the mental image. "A small part of me is glad though."

Bonnie looked confused. "Glad of what?"

"Glad that I'm not with Ash anymore." Bonnie's heart swelled. "I mean I realise now he was a major weenus. Total douchebag. Why didn't you tell me he was such an asshole?" She asked.

"Well what was I supposed to do? You were all in love and stuff and being around you guys for like more than five minutes made me want to puke, just a little."

"I like your honesty." Marcy teased.

"I'm sorry. But really I'm sorry I didn't say something."

"No it's not your fault. I was the one who was all dewy-eyed. But being honest, thinking back on it now our relationship was missing something really important."

"An orgasm?"

"Bonnibel!" Marcy shouted in shock.

"What? I'm not as much of a prude as you think I am." She smirked.

"That's not what I was going to say, although now that you mention it yeah that too. No what I was going to say was love. Actual love. I may have seemed all happy and stuff but there was no way that was true love. If it was then true love sucks."

Bonnie was frowning, trying to get the image of Ash and Marcy going at it out of her head. "Well what did it feel like, your relationship with Ash?"

"Like any other relationship I have in my life. There was nothing special about being around him; it was like being around every other person I know. Except one." She whispered the last part as she ate more ice-cream but Bonnie caught what she'd said.

"So then why were you with him?"

"Back then I didn't feel this way. He tricked me into thinking he cared about me. Made think he loved me. Now I see it was all one big lie." She said sadly, making Bonnie feel sad also.

"Marcy." She said softly. She scooted closer to the other girl and wrapped her arms around her neck. Her head rested on Marcy's shoulder as she hugged her, feeling Marcy hug back. "I'll always care about you Marcy. Don't forget that."

She pulled her head away to look at her friend, hoping she'd managed to cheer her up a little. She left her arms around her neck as she felt Marcy's hands come to rest on her hips.

She took in her appearance; even with her slightly bloodshot eyes she was still beautiful to Bonnie. Her eye's moved down her face to her lips. Lips she'd only fantasised about kissing almost every night. Lips that she wanted to feel against her skin as she moaned their owner's name. Lips that were pale and plump and practically screaming to be kissed.

Lips that were suddenly, ever so slowly, moving closer and closer to her own.