I've never watched a trashy chick flick before. I need to get out more.

I do not own Adventer Time. (I want to make a joke out of the disclaimer, but then I imagine a lawyer pointing at me and saying "according to this author's note, the defendant clearly states that she DOES own Adventure Time. And then I go to fan fiction jail...)

Bonnibell

I took a small sip from my coffee, too depressed to really enjoy it. I was moping about the college café just outside the campus. It was fairly empty since most core courses were held around this hour, including my favorite philosophy professor. While I was wallowing in my pity and shame, she was probably giving another one of her beautiful lectures.

At that moment though, my mind was not mulling over the fact that I was missing my favorite class, or the fact that my coffee was too bitter for my usual liking. My mind was completely dedicated to counting the pedals of a dying flower center piece. It was boring, but at least it kept my thoughts away from...

No wait, there she is again. Plaguing my mind like a traumatizing memory.

My eyes had caught sight of an ad for some British comedy TV show that had come out a few months ago, called Heat Signature. I was reminded of Marceline's intense fondness for the show's lesbian side couple. Although I argued that they were both loosely based off stereotypes and played no real importance to the actual show, which was terrible, she'd just stick her tongue out at me. "You're just jealous." She had said once.

"Of what?"

"Heat Signature's hotness."

"Har har."

One night, the obsessed girl had fallen asleep watching it, using my lap as a pillow. I didn't give that show a morsel of my attention. My focus was on the smooth sensation of Marceline's silky black hair, as I ran my fingers through it. I was so incredibly happy then...was it at that moment that I realized I was in love with Marceline?

No, maybe it was the night when we sat up gazing at the stars, and she sang me a love song. Or maybe it was the day when she introduced me to her father and brother. It could've very well have been the day she returned to town, after two whole years, just for me. There was even just last night, when we had sex...no it wasn't sex. Not to me anyways. We made love last night, for the first time.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" The voice shattered the fragile glass that represented my thoughts. To my despair, as I reentered reality, I had once again realized I was thinking about her. "Are you okay?"

"What do you mean?" I asked the waitress who stood over me with a concerned expression. I was surprised at how strained my voice sounded. Feeling something warm dripping onto my hand, I brought it to my face. Once again, I found two streams of tears tumbling over my probably tomato red cheeks. "Oh." I sighed, not really caring at that point.

"Miss, let me go get you some water." The waitress requested, scuttling off to the kitchen. I felt as though I should tell her that I didn't need anything, but my melancholia had finally begun to hit me full force and I found myself unable to speak. The only sound I could muster was a pathetic squeak of protest. Embarrassed with myself for acting like a baby in public, I buried my face into my arms and plopped my head onto the table. I didn't notice the waitress' return, or the water she silently placed on my table. With my puffy red eyes hidden from the public's pity, I felt safer. Any longer with my head down, and I would have fallen asleep. The foreboding hum of my phone vibrating in my back pocket forced me back to reality.

I rolled my head upward, so that my chin sat on my arm. Hoping to Glob it wasn't Marceline, I pulled out my phone. It, of course, was Marceline.

Bonnibell, you need to come home. Please we have to talk...

Dread steeped into every part of my body. My fingers shook uncontrollably as I replaced my phone. This was it. She was going to break to break up with me. Knowing Marceline, I guessed she was probably going to leave my life entirely; pull one of her famous disappearing acts. I was reminded of the few days before she was to leave our town forever. The feeling of my stomach being sat on by a sumo wrestler after lunch time was identical to the pain I felt that day. The only difference was that Marceline had come back. There was no way she would stay with me after today.

I forced myself to stand, heaving a hefty sigh as I did so. No matter how ugly the outcome would be, I knew hiding would not make anything better. I was going to have to face losing Marceline whether I wanted to or not. Best for me to get it over with sooner rather than later.

As I exited the café and began my short and worrisome trek to the apartment, I considered what I could say to convince Marceline to stay with me. Maybe I could tell her I didn't mind having an unrequited relationship, but was that really a relationship at all? I could lie and say that I never really loved her, but that would go against everything I stood for. I didn't want to lie about my feelings for Marceline.

Of course, before I could properly think through anything, I was already pulling into the drive way. I excited the car quickly, knowing if I stayed too long, I'd start crying again. I needed to have a firm, non-emotional countenance when I confronted Marceline. No matter what happened, I would not allow myself to cry in front of her.

Too soon, I was sliding my keys into the lock of the door. When I opened it, there was Marceline sitting at the table, staring aimlessly at a tiny box resting on it. She looked up when as I failed to silently shut the door, her face steeping with concern and relief. Foolishly, I had thought I would be prepared for any expression she would wield, fury or regret...What I hadn't expected was for emerald eyes to be filled with such pain and worry. My heart pounded in my chest like a drummer beating down on his drums, as I resisted the urge to run into her arms.

"Hey," I greeted her shyly, rubbing the side of my arm.

In an instant, Marceline was on me, shaking my shoulders roughly. "Where the hell have been, Bonnibell Bubblegum!?" She demanded, not angrily, but still managing to frighten me.

"School." I muttered, not wanting to elaborate too much. Before Marceline could ask anything else, I held my hand up for silence. "Marceline, I need you to listen to me. I have something important to say." She stared into my blue eyes, searching for something I wished I didn't posses: fear.

"Bonnie, you don't nee-"

"I do, and I'm going to." I said firmly, pushing her hands off my shoulders. I knew what I had to say. I realized it as soon as my eyes had met her distressed green ones. "What I said this morning, about...a-about loving you."

"Bon-"

"I wasn't being serious," I lied, my words stiff and quick, as if they hurt to say. I hated myself as soon as the words came out of my mouth. At the same time, I applauded myself. I wanted Marceline more than anything. If that meant lying to her, then so be it. "I was tired, and my mind was all foggy from last night. I would go as far as to say I was delusional." I babbled unconvincingly. I could not keep eye contact with her, so my eyes stared apologetically at her shoes until she spoke up.

"So," she began. I looked up at her apprehensively, surprised to see her features expressionless. As she continued, her voice was monotone and lifeless. "You don't love me?" It sounded more like a statement then a question. Even when I had already committed the act, I could not lie to her again. At least, I could not say the words out loud again. Instead, I nodded solemnly, my eyes returning to her shoes.

"Well shit, what am I supposed to do with this?" Her voice queried, a hint of amusement playing in it. I looked up, confused by her strange remark. Her expression was still blank, although not as lifeless as before. It seemed, almost as if she were trying to keep her countenance in check, as she waved the little box from earlier around.

"What is that?" I mused, staring at the box with wonder. Marceline's lips arched upward slightly as she brought the box to her chest.

"Everything I couldn't say this morning." She said, her voice so tender and loving, I was caught off guard. She came close to me, not giving me time to ask what she had meant. When she opened the box, I could've sworn my heart had stopped beating right then and there.

Inside was a beautiful ruby encrusted ring, sparkling in the dim light of the kitchen ceiling fan.

"Wha...Marceline! What is..." I trails off, my heart pounding like a herd of elephants running laps around a football field. I almost fainted when Marceline, grinning broadly, kneeled on one knee. Holding the box up to me, she whispered in a quavering voice:

"I was...uh...I was thinking we s-should get married..." she was breathless, her words coming out like gasps or sighs instead of solid breaths. "But you know...if you don't wanna-"

"Yes!" I shouted, cutting her off before she could say anything more. "Oh Glob Marcy, of course I'll marry you!" I exclaimed louder than before. After throwing my arms around her neck, my eyes let loose a river of joyful tears.

"Great" she laughed almost tiredly, wrapping her arms around me. "Cause I was worried."

I didn't answer, there would be a time for talk later. At that moment, all I wanted to do was let myself sob into the warmth of my lover's neck. At some point, I felt her own warm tears dripping onto my nape.

"I love you, Bon."

"I love you too."

I wish spongebob would just tell plankton the krusty krab formula. Plankton would be a better buisnessman probs.

No, it isn't done yet. Although, you could stop here if you really wanted to. I won't judge. This wasn't supposed to be a super long chapter, but it turned out long. (I'm hoping Anon we'll catch the irony) reviews actually do make me feel pretty. Pretty hawt.

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If you're wondering about the favor Marceline mentioned with Hanson, just wait for the next chapter cause it'll clarify. Also it'll be cute and fluffy. Thanks for reading, internet persons! Don't forget to wash your hands before and after every meal.