Sometimes you just seem to have a feeling when you desperately want something, there's no logical way I can put it without it sounding strange. I could hear the sound of my own footsteps echoing in the hallway as my feet stomped the polished marble. Most students had gone to their respected classes whilst some lingered by the decorative doors, their musings halted suddenly as they caught glimpse of me. They wavered slightly before turning their attention away once more.
Turning into a slightly more unkempt part of the school I came across the gilded doors of the library, without much hesitation I pulled open the double doors and was greeted by the chilled dusty air.
Displease suddenly replaced resentment as the dust climbed up my nostrils, feverishly rubbing my nose I silently cursed the state of cleanliness the librarians kept the room in. Almost instantly I remembered the reason I came here, it was to catch a glimpse of the illusive little fibber who's been spreading her fibs like wildfire. Her name became mud the instant dust went up my nose.

One thing I'd never forgotten about the library were the mountains of books piled randomly on the floor and tall towering shelves as far as the eye could see. The challenge lay in finding the correct isle she would be in, I'd thought about asking the librarian if she'd caught glimpse of a pink haired bombshell skulking about the place, but judging by the drool that pooled on her desk she's been asleep far too long to know.
I walked though the various isles, feeling slightly disorientated from the rows and rows of identical bookshelves. I stopped to gather my bearings, I started to feel somewhat nauseous and the layers of dust which covered the shelves were not helping the situation. I steadied myself down and sat on the ornamental wooden flooring which spread across the entire library. I sighed, quietly tracing the markings on the floor with my fingertips.
Anger subsisted for the moment and I felt so incredibly solemn.
I thought about nothing in particular, there was something so strange about being alone with myself. It didn't feel right, I didn't feel comfortable with the things my mind wandered to. It was so strange, how I could simultaneously feel hatred for someone but I wanted them so badly at the same time.
God, I hate Ash. He is vindictive and domineering, being around him makes me so aggravated I feel I could do something quite unsavory that'll never let him forget I feel that way.
But at the same time I feel like he's an important part of my life.

But Bonnibel, oh Bonnibel. Just a flutter of her eyelashes could make me quiver, her voice sends exciting ripples though my body which couldn't be ignored even if I tried. I felt such an insatiable desire for the entrancing girl. I cherished the feeling immensely, but none too soon I would feel recurring wave of guilt.
Should I even think about her this way? She wouldn't want me to, so I try so hard to push these feelings away and I can't stand it when they resurface back into my mind.
I retracted my hand from the beautiful patterns on the wooden floor, I settled on just admiring them rather than touching.
A few moments passed in which I decided to stand again, I briefly considered just leaving it be, after all it's not like she exactly put a dent on my reputation. But this had turned into something different, I felt the need for closure. I needed to get some things off my chest, things that I need her to hear.

I grazed my hand across the books on the shelves as I wandered forward again, I took one out on a whim and glanced at the title. "Mathematical Pamphlets of Charles Lutwidge Dodgson and Related Pieces." "Ugh." I grimaced aloud. Placing the book upon a vacant spot I recalled how I'd seen Bonnibel with this piece on several occasions.
Tentatively, I brushed by fingers along the spine. I halted after a moment and reached to take the book again, I skimmed the pages, foolishly hoping to find some kind of love sonnet dedicated to me. I'd almost scoffed at the thought when a small piece of paper slid out from the pages and gently drifted to the floor.
I'd dropped the book like it was burning my palms and fell to the floor to snatch up the paper, my excitement was short lived as I realized it was just a bookmark. My smile deflated and I instantly felt stupid for thinking anything otherwise.

It was very pink, it almost hurt my eyes to stare at it. Upon the horde of hot pink were little patterns which were decorated in a lighter pink, I flipped it over to a completely white side. It was easier on the eyes but had small scribbles in black marker, I looked closer and laughed at a crudely drawn figure posing awkward in the corner. I could defiantly deduce from the over sized bosom it was meant to be a girl, her hair was lazily scribbled completely in black and it came down in bangs across her face.

I didn't want to sound presumptuous, but there was no doubt in my mind the drawing was of my likeness. I glanced at the overly protruding chest; 'Except for that.' I thought.
I also had an inkling that the bookmark belonged to exactly who I has thinking of, no one loves pink as much as Bonnie. And I had a feeling that no one else would ever touch the book other than her. I pocketed the bookmark and retrieved the fallen book that I had dropped to the floor previously, placing it once more on the shelf to join the rest of the unorganized pile atop the varnished exterior.
My fingers grazed the surface and the accumulated dust became airborne, I watched as they dissipated into the light.
From a distance, the unmistakable sound of a chair sliding across the hardwood floor echoed in the aisle. I didn't waste time with subtly, I scurried down the sea of books, head turning in all directions to catch a possible glimpse of the girl I was after.

Reaching the end of the aisle, I headed towards the back of the library, I figured perhaps people might have been studying there.
I couldn't stand the anticipation and paced fast on my feet.

I stopped in my tracks when from above the mass of beige cluttered books, a tinge of pink peeked from atop followed by a set of piercing eyes. She'd noticed me and didn't waste any time marching towards where she sat.
"Are you really resorting to 'oh Marceline's such a bully'? I'd just thought you'd like to know that you're preaching to the choir, Bonnie." She remained silent, but I wasn't ready to stop. "If you really wanted people to point fingers at me, you could have gone with something less obvious. Maybe next time, it'll make me feel just that little bit more special when you actually make somewhat of an effort."

I awaited for her response while I eyed her skeptically, she rhythmically tapped her fingers on the wooden table while we both waited in silence.
"Do you want me to apologize?"

I stepped further towards her, thrusting my arms out as if I were describing the most obvious thing in the world. "I don't want you to apologize if you don't mean it, Bonnie!" I cried out. "I can admit I've done some horrible things and I would understand if it were anyone but you, but here we are! I don't know much about you but I thought we were on good terms, maybe even friends."
By this point I felt ashamed that my eyes were prickling with hot tears, I directed my gaze down to patterned floors. But the familiar sound of a chair sliding against the floorboards filled my ears, quickly followed by her heated footsteps.

She stood awkwardly in front of me , her hands were clenched at her sides and were beginning to turn a heated white. I tilted my head to look at her, her face wore a unreadable expression but I didn't think too much of it. Her eyes met with mine and we stared for what felt like minutes, she pulled a lock of hair behind her ear then tentatively rubbed her hands together.
"Marceline." She started. "I'm scared, I- I don't know..." She paused, licking her lips before continuing. "That's... What I really want to say is that I'm truly sorry for my actions." Bonnibel looked at me expectantly, understandably searching for any kind of expression.

I rubbed my temples in frustration, I couldn't pin a personality on this girl. I sighed, breaking our eye contact briefly before returning it once more. "What are scared of?" I asked.
Pink bangs left her face as she ran her fingers through her hair and released an exacerbated laugh, her brow knitted together and I could see her trying to pinpoint a place to start. "Well, I... don't know what to do about... this" She motioned to both of us. "I don't know what this is or, how I should be reacting or how people want me to react. I'm not from some nowhere place where no one knows who the hell I am, I represent a legacy, a name. It's something that shadows me constantly and I can't let people be disappointed by me."

"Bonnie, what person would be disappointed by you? You don't really believe that people would be mad because some school bully kissed you?"

She looked so conflicted. But I didn't want to push any further if she wasn't willing. "No forget it, I'm sorry." I quickly spluttered. "But, now that I'm here, since where apologizing and shit. I just wanted to say I'm sorry for the whole.. you know, kiss thing." I gave her a small apologetic smile.
It didn't elicit a response from her and I could feel the atmosphere become awkward, so I just decided to leave and give her some space.
I shyly rubbed the tip of my nose and rocked on my feet, swaying from side to side. "I guess I'll see you around then"

"I like you." She exclaimed a little louder than necessary for a library. I stopped swaying as her words rang in my head, fuck this was confusing as shit. "You... me. What?" I couldn't quite process the words but she had me still as stone for those long passing moments.
"I don't want to think about it, I just want to kiss you again." She admitted in full confidence. I took her advice and also didn't think about it, I hurriedly mashed our lips together trying to take in as much of this girl as she would let me. Grazing my fingers through her hair elicited pretty enthusiastic response from Bonnie as she wrapped her arms around my waist, releasing a sharp gasp into the kiss.
I ran my tongue across her bottom lip and could feel her fists grabbing handfuls of my shirt, her breathing became more ragged and heavy. I moved away from those plump lips and gently kissed her cheek. "You okay?" I whispered.
She nodded and pulled me in again, this time prying my lips open and deepening the kiss. her hands rested on either side of my face and momentarily trailed down to caress my neck. She didn't waste any time covering the skin there in wet kisses, the sensitive flesh buzzed under her lips.
It caught me by surprise when she bit down on my neck and started to suck on the exposed skin, a throaty moan escaped my lips and I could feel Bonnies lips curl into smile.

I couldn't help but smile too, it became more infectious as she started to chuckle. She pulled away giving me a wonderful smile, one which I'd never seen her wear.
"What're you laughing at?" I couldn't wipe the grin off my face as I noticed her once flawless lipstick smudged across her face, and probably on mine too.

"I didn't know you were such a hornbag." She laughed.
I playfully smacked her arm and we both burst out into fits of giggles.

A few blissful moments later we pulled apart and Bonnie had began to pack up her things from the library table, I tried to help but she was surprisingly particular about what goes where in her bag. She puled the straps over her shoulders before planting a chaste kiss on my lips, which made my smile grow tenfold.

I took some initiative and linked our hands together, swaying them between us. "Hey." I began. "Not that I want to ruin this moment but what does this mean?"
Our hands still swung from side-to-side as she took a moment to decide. I just watched as she carefully pursed her lips, she rubbed small circles on my palm with her thumb then gently gave my hand a squeeze.

"What about you Marcie? What do you want this to be?"

I couldn't lie, I didn't want to beat around the bush anymore."I like you, I don't even have to think about that. But I'm confused as shit really, because I had a whole speech planned about what I would say when I saw you and that basically went out the window ten seconds later."
Bonnie laughed, I smiled along with her. "I want to try this out, but seriously Bonnie, I don't want to feel like either of us are walking on eggshells."

She nodded. "I agree."

Silence filled the space as both of us took a moment to think about the potential relationship. "Also my neck's not a good chew toy so maybe ease it up a little?" I added.

Bonnie laughed and pulled me into a bear hug, I laughed with her. "Only if you stop treating me like I'm porcelain."
I smiled into the crook of her neck and reciprocated the hug by wrapping my arms around her waist. We pulled apart a few moments later and she took my hand in hers again as she led us both out of the library. "Also Marcie, make more of an effort to keep it in your pants."