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Marceline

"I'm in love with you, Marceline."

Was I hearing right?

Had she really just said that?

Was I dreaming?

I sat there like an idiot, mouth dropping as I gaped at the wall adjacent to our bed. Never, ever in our relationship had either one of us dropped the "L" bomb. Now that it had finally been said, I couldn't wrap my head around the concept. Dubious questions haunted my excited thoughts.

An amazing person like Bonnie? In love with a total moron like me? Me, the girl who's in a rock band instead of college? Marceline Abadeer, the person who singlehandedly convinced an entire school that she was a one thousand year-old vampire? What drugs would it take for a genius like Bonnibell Bubblegum, Valedictorian of her graduated class, to fall in love with me? No way. There was no way Bonnie could fall for me. Yet, now that I was considering it, she has proven me wrong before. I recalled when I first began developing feelings for her. At that time, I was absolutely sure that she was as straight as a board. As one could tell, I was completely wrong. She surprised me-well shocked me really-further when it was her who initiated our first kiss.

Could Bonnie's cute highschool love affair have morphed into something more than just romantic attraction? She wasn't the type of girl to say things she didn't truly mean. Especially when it came to her own feelings. She was very honest; almost cruelly honest. I couldn't imagine Bonnie saying something as important as "I love you" and not really meaning it. So...that had to mean that...

Bonnibell was in love with me.

Thank Glob.

My body slumped into a relaxed pile of relief. The most substantial fear that was festering in my uneasy and often imaginative mind, was that Bonnie would, one day, leave me for some smoldering hot dude with a six-pack and tons of money. I knew she cared about me, that much was obvious, but for how long? I kept picturing different scenarios involving her leaving me. The thought of losing her so overwhelming...it terrified me. Looking back, that was probably why I never said "I love you" in the first place. I feared her rejection, so I stayed content with ignorance.

Now that I knew she loved me too, I could ask her to stay with me the rest of my life, and not feel like a total moron. I could say "Love you, babe" and expect an "I love you too" in return. Realizing I had to tell her all this, I spun around, beaming like a child, only to find an empty room.

"Bonnibell?" Oh crap...I shot up from my spot, looking around the room frantically. Her books were gone, and her closet door was wide open with clothes hanging out of the drawers. For craps sake, how long was I sitting there daydreaming?

I ran out of the apartment, noticing with dread that the keys to our shared car were missing. My bike was still in the shop after that ramp stunt at Finn's house. If she left with it, I'd have no way of getting to her. I had to catch her before she ran off. Not even bothering to wait for the elevator, I sprinted down the stairs. Crashing through the apartment complex gate, I hustled to the parking lot, all the while begging Glob Bonnie was still there. Between panting and wheezing, I screamed her name, hoping she'd hear me before she left. Hoping she'd stop dead in her tracks. Hoping she would come running to me. Hoping...

Once I reached the lot, I was just in time to see Bonnie speeding off. I jumped and waved hysterically, but she did not stop. Had she looked back, she would have seen me running down the road after her.

When I finally gave up chasing her, I wasted little time in pulling out my phone. I found the contact, pressed call, and held the phone to my ear, begging the ringing to end before it even began.

"Marceline?" A confused voice answered after two lifetime long trills of the phone.

"Dad."

"Well this is a surprise. What do you want?"

"I'm cashing in on that favor you owe me."

Murry Christmas. I got a onesee and some socks.

Two chapter left probably. Maybe three if I decide to throw in an extra. I'm really enjoying putting this up. More than I actually thought I would. It's embarrassing, but I was beaming like a lunatic when I read that review. Wowzers, I'm lame. But still, thanks Anon. You make me feel like dancing.