Do you guys wonder what I look like? I wonder what you guys look like. I mean if you follow me on tumblr then you know what I look like but I have no idea what you guys look like.

Also this chapter was super super super hard to write and I'm not happy with it but hey howdy hey this was the best I could do.

The kiss was all Bonnibel had thought it would be and more. There was a certain roughness to how Marcy kissed which made it even harder for Bonnie to think properly. Her head was filled with thoughts of Marceline's plump, slightly chapped lips as they massaged her own. Oh how she never wanted this moment to end.

But her mind had other ideas. Bursting through the ever pleasing thoughts she was experiencing was the rational part of her brain.

What are you doing?

Shut up.

This was not our plan.

Shut up!

Stop it right now Bonnibel!

Fine!

"No, nu uh. We shouldn't be doing this." She shook her head as she took her hands away from Marceline's neck and lightly pushed her away.

"Yeah, yeah totally… Why is that?"

"Because, well… because…" she couldn't think of a valid excuse. Why can't we do this? "Because you just broke up with Ash? Yes that's a logical reason. I mean you're clearly on the rebound, I get that." Although that kiss seemed like so much more.

"Oh yeah, Ash. I kind forgot about that for a sec." she scratched the side of her neck, laughing nervously. "But you know, you're right I mean it'd be crazy to uh… um… you know… "She was distracted by Bonnie's face which was telling her a whole different story to the one coming out of her mouth.

Screw this. She thought before grabbing Bonnie's shirt and pulling her towards her. This kiss was much the same as before until Marcy parted her lips slightly and Bonnie copied her. Her tongue explored, tasting every inch of Bonnie's mouth. She couldn't help but compare this kiss to the many she had had with Ash. She much preferred this one to any of his. It was gentler, less selfish. Stop thinking about your ex at a time like this stupid!

Bonnie was the one to break the kiss once again, only this time it was to catch her breath. "Or maybe we should be doing this?" It was a genuine question.

"Well I certainly think so. You know… If you wanna?" She raised an eyebrow putting the ball in Bonnie's court.

"I do. I really do. But-"

"Aw no don't say but. In this situation but is usually followed by 'we can't' or something like that." Marcy groaned. She released her grip on Bonnie's shirt only for her hands to be taken by Bonnie's.

"What I was going to say was I do want this but… I want you to want this. Is this, us, something you want to happen? Or is this just something to help got over Ash?"

Marceline thought hard about what she had just been asked. "I'm really sure, like ninety-nine percent sure I want us to happen. But I'm not over Ash yet."

"I thought so." Bonnie smiled sadly, squeezing Marcy's hand.

"How about this, we take things slow?"

"What do you mean?" Bonnie asked, eyebrows knitted together.

"Like we act like we normally would. Do everything like we would have before except occasionally we kiss." Marcy offered.

"So you're saying that we can just friends… who kiss?"

"I don't think that's the right name for it but yeah. Just at the beginning. Until we're both one hundred percent sure this is what we want."

"Oh trust me I'm sure." She mumbled.

"Hm?"

"I said I think this sounds like a great idea. So like now we can do this-" Bonnie picked up her ice-cream and took a large spoonful, shoving it into the other girl's mouth. "-but then I can do this." She leaned forward and pecked Marcy's lips taking away any ice-cream that had been there. She didn't pull back very far, just enough to see that smirk she knew all too well spread across her face.

"See I knew you'd get the hang of it."

"Shut up. It wasn't that hard."

"So anyway. You came here to cheer me up. Mission accomplished. What's next on the agenda?"

Bonnie thought for a moment. "Nothing really. I thought it'd take more than ice-cream and me to make you feel better."

"Then you underestimate the power of both ice-cream and yourself. What's up with you anyway? Anything new?"

She shook her head, although that wasn't entirely true. Tell her you've been internet stalking your father. Her mind told her.

"Actually, there is one thing; I've kinda been doing something I really shouldn't be doing."

Marceline's eyes widened considerable. "Bonnie… are talking about… what I think you're talking about?" One eyebrow was raised in inquiry.

"What do you think I'm- Ew! No Marceline. Get your head out of the gutter, jeez." She scolded, smacking her in the arm after she caught on to what she was implying.

"Ow! Okay sorry. I won't assume anything. But what's going on?" Her voice took a worried tone.

"I've been looking at, or I guess stalking is the right word. Yeah I've kinda been stalking my father on the internet."

Marcy couldn't help but laugh at how blunt she was. "You've been what? Bonnie that's totally normal, people creep on people all the time. That's basically what the internet is for." She explained before adding; "Unless this is one of those 'I'm going to stalk and later kill my father' type situations. It's not, is it?"

"No. Of course not. I was actually looking for a way to contact him." Marceline looked shocked, making Bonnibel explain further; "Contact him to ask him not to send me anything."

"I don't get it."

Bonnie took a deep breath. "On special occasions he likes to send me stuff, like cards or presents, which results in my Mom freaking out that he knows where we live and we end up moving yet again to some vaguely remote town where he shouldn't be able to find us."

Marceline nodded her head lightly as she listened. "How does he find out where you guys are?"

Bonnie shrugged. "No idea. I try not to think about the possibilities."

"I get it. Another quick question; why does your Mom freak out? What happened to make her hate him so much?"

"Well, all I know is when he left, years ago; it was to go live with another woman. Mom doesn't like to talk about it and I never really had an interest. But she really doesn't want me in contact with him."

"So did you find anything, contact info or something?"

"I did actually. I got his e-mail." She told her although she didn't sound very convinced.

"And?"

"And… nothing. I just can't bring myself to write to him."

"Just tell him to get the floop out of your life and leave you alone." Marcy offered, smirking.

Bonnie couldn't help but smile. "I've tried to do that, although with somewhat more eloquence, but I just go blank." She sighed dejectedly.

Looking over at Marcy, it was all she needed to remind her of what she would be leaving behind if she once again had to move. Leaning in a little closer, Bonnie's face became quite serious. "I really need to do this though, Marcy."

Marcy's face mirrored hers. She leaned forward, bringing their foreheads together. "I know, Bonnie. I really don't want you to leave. Not now." She whispered breathlessly before bringing their lips together yet again.