I don't remember much of what happened. But the incident itself played through my head on repeat. I lay under the covers of my bed, my face heated with embarrassment . What I could remember didn't seem real, some of it may have even been part of a delusional fantasy. I ran my hand through the strands in my hair, I remembered how I did the same to her. Her body pressed against mine seemed to stir feelings which awakened a sort of, insatiable desire. The way her body writhed under my own sent an unusual aching feeling which didn't seem to dissipate. One thing I remember as clear as day, were the tempting lips which captivated me. Always playing on my mind and never showing any signs of going away. I could feel an odd sensation pooling in the pit of my stomach. I sighed deeply and let my mind wander to thoughts of Bonnie, I adored everything about her, and yet she left me feeling so vulnerable.

A knock at my balcony door startled me, I hesitantly rose from under the covers to reach the curtains that were draping across the door. I pulled the curtains back to reveal a shadowed figure. To say I was disappointed was an overstatement.

"Hey Mar, Mar."

I glared at him as he invited himself in, without even looking in my direction.

"Ash, what are you doing here?" I asked in a monotone voice.

"I just came to see my girl, thought you would be interested in a late night make-out session, babe."

He winked at me whilst turning towards my bed and sitting, making himself comfortable. I still stood at my balcony door, eyebrows raised to almost meet my hairline.
I could see he was starting to get impatient, sighing loudly, he sat up.

"Come on babe, I haven't got all night." It soon became a glaring war, both of us refusing to break eye contact.

"Come on Ash, how did you even get up here?" He sneered, it only aggravated me further.

"I climbed that old birch tree outside and jumped over." Declaring it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Dude, that' not cool. Come on Ash, I'm not in the mood, just go home okay?" Ash scoffed loudly before laying his head back on my pillow.

"Come on, Mar. Just let me crash here for a bit.

I watched carefully as he turned his back to me, lying in his side. My blood began to boil and I stomped angrily towards my bed, griping the collar of his shirt. Feeling the rough material of the cloth around my fingers, I pulled it harshly. Dragging him on to the floor and even further towards the balcony. I dumped him harshly at the doors, bending down so we were at eye level and roughly pulled his collar so his face was close to mine. No words were spoken, I was sure my expression was enough to get my point across.

He opened his mouth, as if to speak, but I never gave him the chance. I threw him back until he was outside of the balcony doors and slammed the doors as hard as I could.

No doubt I would hear an earful from my father in the morning.

Situations like these really made me wonder whether this was, in fact, borderline stalking. Ugh, the very thought just sent an unnatural pulse through my body. With any luck she hadn't noticed my presence yet. It was difficult to mask when she was merely a few feet away. Purely by coincidence we both ended up in the pharmacy, in the same line for the counter. Somehow, looking back on the incident only a few days ago, I doubt she would believe me if I told her why I was here.
Turning my attention back to the beautiful woman, I couldn't help but marvel. She always seemed to have a regal air to her, like an alternate persona which she used as a kind of facade. Though, I wouldn't be surprised if she could feign an Empress of some faraway land.

A small chortle escaped my lips as I pictured Bonnibel in an overly flamboyant gown, trying not to trip over the garment as she danced.

A blunt object abruptly prodded into the centre of my back, I turned only to come face to face with a much older woman, with a glare that could most defiantly kill. Her cane remained situated on my back as she proceeded to chew me out.

"Move it girl, some of us have places to be! You maybe have all the time in the world to just wait around but some people-"

I promptly ushered the older woman to lower her voice, not wanting to spark the attention of a certain pink haired girl nearly five feet away, whilst also not looking like a fool by this woman. In the softest voice I could muster, I profusely apologized and moved up the extra feet which had caused the commotion. Glancing back swiftly at Bonnie, she seemed to not be aware of my being here. She continued to, what I assume was, stare nonchalantly towards the counter.

A small sigh escaped as I feel like I may have dodged bullet.

"Next please."

Whilst the man at the counter waited for my receipt to print, I proceeded to unwrap the bindings of my umbrella. The rain hadn't subsided for a several days, which wasn't all bad news for me but for anyone who appreciates the sun's rays may be in a more sour mood.
Dropping the receipt into the paper bag and passing it to me and wishing me well, I nodded in response and walked out the door. The chime went off as the door opened to the rain, and once more as it closed again. Folding out my umbrella and shielding it over my head, I briefly surveyed the wind intensity before embarking on my journey home.

"Marceline."

The noise I made couldn't have been remotely pleasant, nor tolerable. Abruptly dropping my umbrella and paper bag, I was very tempted to flee the scene, though my better judgement told me it wouldn't be the best idea.

"Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." She crouched down and reached out to pick up the bag I had dropped, while I moved quickly to retrieve my fallen umbrella. "It's just that... Well... I want to, you know, talk about..." She fidgeted with the bag in her hands as she struggled to find the right words. She openly sighed, I wasn't sure what to make of it. I knew some sort of confrontation was inevitable, unfortunately it wasn't going as smoothly as it my head previously.

We both stood in silence, each expecting the other to initiate a discussion. Neither of us were willing. Stray drops of rain began to fall onto my face, I was suddenly aware of the rain once more and shielded myself with my umbrella. I was also quite aware that the girl opposite me little protection from the rain, all she adorned herself with was a bright pink raincoat, which could have easily blinded someone in the right light.

Tentatively, I took several steps towards the pink haired girl. She gingerly stepped back as she became aware of the distance closing between us. I gestured to my umbrella, it was obvious, the discretion on her features. "That raincoat doesn't look like it's doing much good, here." I held an arm out, offering the umbrella to Bonnibel. "Take it, please. I don't live too far away so it won't be any trouble."

For a moment I was certain she would take the umbrella, but it seemed as if she decided against it the last second.

"Marceline, listen. I can understand why you're avoiding me, I would be lying if I said I'd thought positive things about you lately." Ouch, that was harsh. "But, what we had- our friendship, it meant a lot to me. This isn't something that's forgotten so easily and I hope in time, we can move past this." Tears were threatening to fall, my throat felt like I had just swallowed glass, it was an unbearable ache. "I think if we both tried to move on, you could rekindle your relationship with your boyfriend. Maybe I could even find one, we could go on double dates together." I was at breaking point, my legs itched to move and my feet cried out to run. This wasn't like me, none of this was like me. The feelings she installed in me made my doubt myself more and more each day. Thoughts were plagued of her, tears were shed, and heartstrings were torn.

My vision blurred, I felt an all too familiar warmth streak down my cheeks. Ducking my head hastily, turning on my heels, my feet acted on their own accord. And they ran.