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Bonnibel didn’t own any punk or rock ‘n’ roll clothing anymore, apparently. She had gotten rid of most of it over the years, since she didn’t wear any of it anymore. No one was inviting her to concerts, and there was no performer she would go out of her way to see. 

When she did go out, there wasn’t typically any need to dress up. Well, there was the boring Princess stuff she had to dress appropriately for, but this wasn’t a stuffy meeting. 

No, this was a concert at the newly constructed amphitheater in the Slime Kingdom, where who else but Marceline the Vampire Queen would be performing – who had our her on some super special VIP list, according to her. 

Bonnie stood in front of her wardrobe with her hands on her hips. Standing in a robe with a towel wrapped around her hair, she was at a complete loss. 

What the dip was she going to wear? 

Bonnie had five hours before she was going to leave. It took approximately an hour to get to the Slime Kingdom, and she wasn’t sure what the seating situation would be, so getting there early was a wise decision. 

However, the princess wouldn’t be going anywhere if she couldn’t find anything halfway cute to wear. 

Behind her, Peppermint Butler sat on her bed, kicking his feet off the edge playfully. “I have to ask, Princess, what’s wrong with your regular attire?”

“It’s boring, Pep.” She sighed, going through sweater after sweater after stinking sweater. Did she not have anything relatively attractive? “I’m boring.”

“You’re not boring, Princess!” as much as she appreciated her friend’s reassurance, she really didn’t care for it at the moment. More sweaters, more drab dresses. 

“Ugh!” she threw one of the seemingly eight thousand identical sweaters on the ground. Then, in the back of the wardrobe, she spotted something she had forgot about. 

Bonnie reached for it, pulling it out from under the avalanche of knit clothing. It was a light purple dress, with long sleeves and a wide neckline. She laid it out over her arms, frowning at the skirt. It was supposed to be an evening gown, but she wasn’t exactly going to grand events these days. 

“Pep, would you be a dear and get my sewing kit?”

The little mint hopped down and scurried out of the room. When he was gone, she quickly put it on, standing in front of the floor length mirror. Even her nice attire was boring. The dress went all the way down to the floor, which was clearly not ideal for a concert. 

Especially one in the Slime Kingdom. 

When Pep returned, he handed her the kit and asked, “What are you going to do it?”

She removed the scissors from the box and said, “I don’t know yet, but you’ll be the first to know.”

Bonnie had been making her own clothes since she was a baby gum, so she was nothing but confident in her ability to alter the dress. Her worry, though, was her ability to make it… hot. She’d never been a Hot Girl. Marceline was a Hot Girl. Slime Princess was a Hot Girl. Bonnibel was a nerd. She didn’t know how to flirt or bat her eyelashes.

Truthfully, she wondered why she was even trying. It wasn’t like she had anyone to impress. She hadn’t dated anyone in two hundred years, and that had been a disaster. Besides, there was nothing between her and Marceline. Currently. They were just friends. Friends who do this weird kinda flirty thing when they were alone and who almost kissed once and had a habit of confessing feelings in ways that never explicitly said the full truth. 

Yeah, just very, really good friends. Such good friends, in fact, that tailoring a perfectly fine dress for an event she’d known about for two weeks and didn’t plan an outfit for, was totally acceptable. Now, as she finished the dress, she wondered what Marceline would say about how she looked. She put the newly hemmed dress on and looked in the mirror again.

She had taken a lot of length off, barely coming down to her knees now. She added a belt and pleated the skirt, just so it didn’t look so flat. She was already slender enough; she didn’t need to look like a purple tube on top of it. She also added pockets, severely opposed to the idea of carrying around a purse of any sort. 

“Did your alterations turn out as you’d hoped?” Pep asked, and she looked at him in the mirror. 

“Yes, I believe they did.”

“While I would like to avoid sending you into another tailspin, I have to bring up the fact that shoes are much harder to cobble on short notice.” Bubblegum looked down at her bare feet. Pep went on, “Any ideas there?”

“I do actually, yes.”

“Heels?” 

“Most likely.”

“To make yourself slightly taller than the headliner?” She turned around to look at the candy, glaring. He had an annoying devious look on his face. “Or so the performer will be able to pick you out in a crowd of adoring fans.”

Bonnie didn’t answer, suddenly worrying that he was probably right. The last time she went to one of Marceline’s shows, she was still pretty underground. She was always popular in her circle of demon punks, but she’d never had people selling merch with her face on it before like she did now. Marceline the Vampire Queen was known all throughout Ooo now.

Bonnie decided on a pair of black ankle boots and added a black choker. Ever thankful for her ability to add and remove her hair, she decided to ditch her bangs for the night and add some volume to the length. She always kinda wished she had real hair. She loved curls, and the best she could do was mimic them. 

She left right on time, because of course she did. Princess Bubblegum was the name, and punctuality was her game. 

She was nervously shaking the entire trip to the Slime Kingdom, opting to sit on Morrow as opposed to standing like she usually would. She realized that she had no clue where this venue was – but turned out to not be much of a problem after all. There were massive, bright lights waving from inside. 

The newly constructed amphitheater was huge. Based on her estimations flying overhead, the space could probably fit about 500 people inside. It was mostly open to the elements, aside from a few covered areas that Bonnie assumed were concessions and areas closed off to attendees. 

She landed not too far from the main entrance, giving Morrow a good scratch before sending her off back home. She looked to the entrance, watching the other concert goers file in. No one she recognized yet. Well, no one she knew enough to speak to, anyway.

Bonnie was a little relieved she wasn’t recognized immediately. Her title didn’t carry much weight this far from her own kingdom, and that was absolutely fine with her. She didn’t want to be a princess tonight. She just wanted to enjoy a concert. 

Without fail, however, she heard, “Hey, Bubblegum!”

She turned around to see Finn waving to her. There were worse people who could have been flagging her down. He was running towards her, all too excited to be where they were. 

“Hey, Finn.”

“I’m so pumped, this place is incredible! This is gonna be awesome, follow me – everyone else is over here.”

She followed him down a set of stairs between the rows of bleacher seats, cursing Slime Princess for not installing handrails. At the bottom of the stairs and off to the side of the stage was… well, everyone. Jake, Lady, LSP, Beemo, NEPTR, Susan Strong – just… everybody. 

She was greeted warmly, all excited to see her. She smiled at them all, waiting a few minutes before asking, “So, where’s Marceline?”

“She’s been getting ready backstage.” Finn explained. “You can go see her, it’s all open.”

Bonnie nodded, clasping her hands together behind her back. “Yeah, I’m gonna go say hi. Uh, I’ll be back.”

She quietly slipped away, walking alongside the stage. There was some typical audio equipment, a few closed off rooms and hallways to nowhere. Then, she turned a corner and found her. 

Marceline was tuning her bass, floating on her back as she stared at it, her tongue stuck out at nothing. Bonnie didn’t announce herself yet, admiring her long hair, styled with bangs and an undercut on the side of her head. She was wearing a red one shoulder top, black ripped skinny jeans and matching red combat boots. 

She was humming to herself, strumming little bits to different songs when Bonnie cleared her throat. Marceline yelped as she jumped, grabbing the neck of her bass and moving in the air to face her. 

“Bonnie!” she gasped, a big smile coming across her face. She put her bass down against the wall and flew right to her. 

Marceline caught her in a hug, her arms going right around her torso. Bonnibel barely had a moment to prepare herself, holding onto her shoulders as the vampire barreled into her. She stumbled a few steps backwards, her heel hitting a wall behind her. As Marceline pulled back, she touched down on the ground, but didn’t let go of her waist. 

“Aw, girl, I’m so glad you’re here!” She was red in the face, way more excited than Bonnie thought she’d be. However, underneath that excitement, there looked like the slightest bit - or a massive amount - of anxiety and possibly nausea.

“Me too!” she said, trying to match the enthusiasm. She tried to take a step back but there was nowhere to go, so she just leaned back a little. “I’m – I’m looking forward to hearing you play. Its been like, glob, how long since we were at a concert together?”

“Who knows? I can’t count anymore anyway.” Bonnie smiled, her hands resting on Marcy’s arms. Blushing and embarrassed beyond proper motor function, Marceline said, “We get to have a second first time.”

Bonnie’s face may as well have turned purple as her eyebrows raised. Marceline heard herself immediately and took a step back. Bonnie giggled as she closed her eyes and said, “That – I mean – our second first – I mean at a concert, first concert for the second time. Not – not the other. Not the. The other thing. Okay, can you talk now?”

Bonnibel just smiled as she realized something slightly annoying. The heels she wore, it turned out, didn’t seem to matter considering Marceline was still taller in her boots. The thought just made her giggle.

The princess stood up straight just to put her hands behind her back and lean against the wall anyway and said, “It’s okay, I know what you meant, you weirdo. Are you gonna play any old stuff?”

“Yeah, actually.” Marceline leaned her shoulder on the wall right beside her, her hands in her back pockets. She was almost hovering over her, making Bonnie hyper aware of the close proximity of her face. Marcy just smiled for a moment, before reaching out to touch Bonnie’s arm. She slid her hand down, pulling her arm out from behind her, so she was holding Marceline's hand. 

Bonnibel was suddenly worried if they would have a melting gum to deal with. That’s what must be why her body was so hot - she was melting. It had absolutely nothing to do with the soft smile on Marceline’s face, the same loving gleam in her eye as she had when they were centuries younger and unbelievably smitten with each other. 

“I’m really happy you’re here, Bonnie.” Marceline said, taking half a step closer. “You were like a good luck charm at these shows. It’ll be nice to look out and see you in the crowd. I swear, I always played better when you were around.”

“It sounds like you were nothing but distracted when I was around.” Bonnie laughed, trying not to focus on Marceline squeezing her hand tighter. 

“That’s not not true.” Marceline shrugged. Her eyes flicked down at her dress, and Bonnie’s face was on fire all of a sudden. “I like your dress, by the way.”

“Oh, thanks.”

“Did it take a long time to make?”

“Not at all, actually. I already had-“ Bonnie started to answer, reaching down to the new hem of the skirt, but looked back up at Marceline, eyes wide. “Shut up, how could you tell?”

“Bandaids.”

Bonnie looked at the matching bandaids on her pointer fingers. She had been making clothes her entire life, but that didn’t mean she didn’t poke herself constantly. She had completely forgotten about the offending evidence.

“That’s not mortifying.”

“I mean, what’s worse? You made yourself a cute little dress for me and I said that weird thing before. It’s all cool.”

Giggling, Bonnie started to tell her that what she said was absolutely worse, they heard, “Can I step in?

They both jumped. Marceline grabbed her by the waist in her brief panic, instinctively pulling Bonnibel closer. She looked over her shoulder at – who else – the Ice King. Bonnie grimaced, putting a hand on Marceline’s arm as he went on, “Marceline, can I try?”

“Do not touch me, I swear.” Bonnie pointed a finger at him. 

“Ugh, Simon – go – go bother Pogo or something.” 

“But I have questions! Show me your technique!”

Bonnie gasped at him as Marcy let go of her, pushing him in the direction of the stage. “Get away, Simon. I’ll be over there in a minute.”

Bonnie stood up straight, folding her arms. Marcy looked pissed when she looked back at Bonnibel, shaking her head. “It’s so annoying cause he doesn’t even know he’s being a massive donk.”

“You probably have to get ready anyway, right?”

“Oh, uh. Yeah, I guess so.” Looking down, Marceline put her hands back in her pockets and walked to stand directly in front of her. “Did uh, did you think about the party after?”

“Oh, uhm, I don’t know now yet.” Bonnie put a hand on her own cheek. “We’ll see.”

Marceline leaned against the wall again. Bonnibel giggled to herself at how Marceline really seemed to enjoy this vantage point. But the giggling stopped immediately when Marceline took a step towards her, as her dipped her head down to right next to hers. She lowered her voice and said, “Well, I hope you come. It won’t be any fun without you.”

With shivers down her spine, Bonnibel couldn’t fight the nervous laughter. Marcy got called away a moment later, but not before she stood up and put a hand on her arm. She leaned in close again to say enjoy the show and gave her a kiss on her cheek. 

When Bonnie rejoined her friends, the blush on her face must have still been present, because Jake sidled up to her, putting his hands to his chin and stretched up to her height. 

“Girl,” he giggled, extending a finger to poke her cheek, “yo face is crazy red.”

“Gross, put that thing away, Jake.” She slapped at his finger, rolling her eyes. 

“You’re the cutest, sweet little Princess Bubblegum and her sexy goth vampire girlfriend.” Her cooed, shimmying around playfully. 

But Bonnie panicked. Embarrassed and immediately terrified of nothing, she snapped, “She - she’s not my girlfriend!”

Jake took a step back, holding his hands up. “Whoa, I know – I was just kidding around. Sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry, that was so rude of me.” She couldn’t believe that no one standing around them had noticed. She sighed, folding her arms. “It’s just – shiz is complicated, ya know?”

“You wanna talk about it? Big Bro Jakey will always lend an ear.” For emphasis, he stretched his ear out, his hand following to cup around it. 

Bonnie laughed, saying, “Thank you, but I’m okay. I’d just like to enjoy the concert.”

“Anytime, Peebs.” With his already extended arm, he bumped his knuckles against her cheek and slunk off to join Lady. 

Then, the lights lowered. A loud guitar chord shook the speakers, the ground under her boots vibrating. The audience around her were screaming, and Bonnie thought about when the last time was she saw Marceline perform. 

She remembered her concerts back centuries ago – the thunderous applause, the way Marceline would close her eyes and hold onto the microphone like she was having an out of body experience. 

Bonnie could still go back there, to when she saw Marceline for the first time. Her stomach had been twisting as she watched this absolutely hypnotic girl strut around the stage like she owned it. Like she owned everything. 

Including her, Bonnie had thought, from the very first moment Marceline looked out into the crowd and caught her eye. She didn’t look away for what was, in reality, only a few moments, but felt like a lifetime. 

It still felt like that, all these hundreds of years later. 

Another guitar chord. The lights illuminated the stage and Simon – Simon? – tapped on the symbol, one, two, three. 

From this far, she hadn’t spotted Marceline’s invisible form fly to the mic until she was playing her bass. Without saying a word, she became visible again, her hair covering her face. Always so dramatic, Bonnie thought. 

The crowd was going crazy. She couldn’t believe how many people were there. The arena looked completely full, with even more people crowding the concession stands. 

None of the musicians moved, playing the intro to a song. Without a word, the entire crowd suddenly was hushed, and Bonnie looked to Finn. He could see the confusion on her face and leaned over to whisper, “She does this at the beginning of every show, waits til everyone shuts up.”

“Why?”

I don’t know what to do without you / I don’t know where to put my hands 

Bonnie’s head whipped towards her. Chills. Just straight chills down her spine, goosebumps up and down her arms and legs. She felt like she was spinning or falling or maybe both at once.  

I’ve been trying just to lay my head down

She whipped her hair back and immediately found Bonnie’s eyes and sang directly to her.

But I’m writing this at 3 am

It seemed like the crowd knew exactly what to do when – like they knew the music would pick up and go into a chorus – because they all started dancing at the same time. 

I don’t need the world to see / that I’ve been the best I can be but 

I don’t think I can stand to be / where you don’t see me 

Marceline finally broke eye contact, whipping her hair back again and showing off on her bass. She always ate this up, Bonnie thought, always loved the attention. She was a rockstar – or as close to one that someone could get in the current state of world. 

Everyone in Ooo knew who Marceline the Vampire Queen was. Everyone wanted to be close to her, just to feel the energy that radiated off her. Wondered what it was like to feel her long, split tongue slither up their neck and feel her razor sharp fang nick their skin. To feel the calluses on her long fingers on the soft skin between their thighs. 

But Bonnie knew. She didn’t have to wonder. If Marceline was on top of the world, Bonnibel was draped across her lap. 

With her eyes closed and her lips against the microphone, Marceline went on, 

On starry nights I go out walking / I end up in a tree lined street / I look up at the gaps of moonlight 

Her eyes opened again, taking a step back and still looking right at Bonnie. 

I miss you more than anything 

She played out another chorus, and Bonnie could already start to see sweat starting to bead on her forehead. 

Bonnie felt herself swaying a little when Jake tapped a stretched hand on her shoulder. She looked and saw him holding a glass of something red. She accepted the glass, leaning down to ask what it was. 

“Wine.” He answered with a wink. 

And autumn comes when you’re not yet done / with the summers passing by

For as long as Bonnie could remember, Marceline sang like her heart was on her sleeve. Her lyrics were so emotional, so personal. This was as much for catharsis as it was vanity. It was a thin line to walk – luckily Marceline did more flying than walking. 

But I don’t think I can stand to be / where you don’t see me 

They played the song out. Bonnie sipped her wine, ignoring the fuzzy feeling in her face. 

Marceline played one last chord, her arm in the air as it rang out, coming to a silence. After a moment, Bonnibel was almost deafened by the screaming that erupted around her. She could barely hear Marceline laughing over the noise. Looking up, she saw Marcy holding onto the microphone with both hands.

“Ha, hey guys.” She said, walking to pick a cup up off the edge of the stage. She drained some of whatever red was in there and went on, “There’s a lot more of you guys than I thought, geez. Well, hello, welcome to this brand stinking new amphitheater! Isn’t this place sick as heck? Shout out to Slime P for having me and my guys here. I got Simon the Ice King killing it on drums and Pogo the penguin on the keyboard.”

She floated off the ground, the audience giving scattered applause for the semi-reformed villain and random penguin. Marceline started to play her bass again, smirking as she leaned into the microphone to say, her voice low and slow, “And you guys already know who I am.”

This was what Bonnie was talking about. The crowd was chanting her name, getting louder as she threw her head back, playing a riff on her bass. Bonnie could feel the vibrations in her chest, causing ripples in her glass. She knew there was some scientific explanation between vibration and sound waves interacting with different parts of your brain, but she didn’t really care. 

Bonnie just stared at Marceline, her back arched as she played until she whipped her head forward again, Simon and Pogo – apparently – joining her when she did. 

“I’m Marceline,” she said against the microphone, her eyes glowing red and her fangs poking out of her vicious smirk. “The Vampire Queen. Let’s party, mortals.”

Bonnie felt her heart drop into her stomach, listening as they went into another song. She didn’t realize she hadn’t moved in a while until Finn poked her.

“Are you okay?” he said, leaning closer so she could hear him. “You look like you’re gonna hurl.”

“No, I’m fine! I promise.”

“Well then, loosen up! Let’s dance!”

Bonnie had to admit, she was having a lot of fun. Dancing and jumping around, being just general weirdos with Finn. Pretending to waltz with Beemo, pretending to waltz with NEPTR immediately after, then subsequently having to dance with them both at the same time. All around good times. 

It seemed like every time she looked back up at Marceline, the vampire was usually already watching her. Bonnibel would just giggle, uninterrupted. 

Marceline, though, was having a much harder time. Not with the performing – singing and playing bass were as natural to her as being a half demon was. All she could see was that cute little pink gum with red cheeks and wild hair jumping around without her. She wished desperately that there was a way to be up here and down there at the same time.

She was trying hard not to seethe every time she saw Finn touching her. She kept reminding herself its fine, its fine, it’s perfectly innocent, you know that. Marceline knew that she wasn’t actually mad at Finn. She just wished she was the one spinning her around right now. 

They ended another song and Marcy turned away, catching her breath. She smirked at Simon, who was throwing the drum sticks again. He thought it made him look so cool. He just looked silly.

The crowd was cheering behind her. That sound never got old, she thought before she started to play her bass again. She floated up, slowly spinning upside down and around, touching down in front of the microphone, scanning the audience again.

Bonnie was right where she’d been all night, still dancing around by herself now. Her skin was glistening, her hand in her own hair. Marceline couldn’t help but think about how she always got this… look at concerts, especially when Marcy was the talent. She started to get lost in the moment, dancing to the music like it was coming from her in the first place. 

There was always a dreamy look on her face, her head somewhere in the clouds. Like the vibrations from the bass were in her bloodstream, stripping her down to just… emotion, instinct, a party girl – Marceline wasn’t sure exactly but Glob she wanted to be there with her. She wanted to stand behind her, holding onto her hips while she kept everyone else away from her. 

She would stay close behind her when they went out dancing when they were together, holding her waist or hips or… other places, depending on where they were dancing, and how dark it was.

Bonnibel looked up, meeting her eyes, and Marceline’s chest got tight. Bonnie winked at her, and Marcy smirked.

Bonnie danced with Beemo for most of the night, happily accepting a second glass of wine from Jake. Gum was naturally absorbent, so there was really no effect in such a small quantity, but she had always loved red wine and hadn’t had any in a crazy long time. 

The rest of the show was incredible, but of course it was. Marceline didn’t put on shows that were anything less. 

Marceline ended with an old song, one that almost had Bonnie panicking, but the lyrics that were once she was sweet like candy became she was sweet like honey. She would have to thank her for sparing her the embarrassment. 

She and their friends waited for Marceline, and when she emerged from backstage, Bonnie let them all rush her. She was still holding a now sleeping Beemo and didn’t mind waiting her turn. 

Marcy‘s face was red and sweaty, looking exhausted and exhilarated at the same time. She finally got through to Bonnie, telling everyone to head to the disco and she’d meet them there. Before he left, Jake took Beemo back, cradling him like a baby. 

Then, she turned to Bonnibel and smiled wide. “So, whadya think?”

“Eh.” Bonnie shrugged, obviously joking. Marceline laughed. 

“Come on, for real! I was – honestly I was super nervous.”

“Girl, for what?” scoffing, Bonnie rolled her eyes. “You were amazing, you always are. Definitely a perfect second first concert.”

Marcy just blushed, rubbing her neck. “Aw, geez, Bon. I’m so glad you had fun.”

“Of course I did! As much as I wanted to hang out after, I still didn’t want it to be over.”

“I can – I could give you an encore.” Marceline smiled nervously. “There were some songs I wanted to play but skipped for whatever stupid reason.”

“Like, at the disco?” Bonnie asked, deciding in the moment that she would go if it meant spending more time with her. But Marceline paused, looking at her and then around at the dispersing crowd. 

“You know what?” she grinned at her. “Let’s ditch.” 

“What?”

Marceline grabbed both of her hands, stars in her eyes. “Yeah, let’s skip it! Everyone in Ooo is gonna be at that disco, and that’s like, a lot right now. I wanted to hang out with you, not a buncha randos.”

This was the other half of the concerts, where Marcy was still flying high on adrenaline and just wanted to run around and goof off. Dancing was fun and all, but there was nothing like being pulled away from the masses, suddenly looking around and wondering how you ended up barefoot at the beach in the middle of the night with the love of your life.  

Or having a passing thought about how long you had been on your back in the forest with your girlfriend’s head under your skirt, losing your mind with her hands and face between your legs. 

“Okay.” Bonnie squeezed her hands back. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s go!”

Marceline could barely hide her excitement, and Bonnibel really wasn’t too far off. Leading her by the hand, Marceline brought her backstage. She grabbed her bass, keeping it in front of her while she instructed Bonnie to, “Hold on tight.”

Bonnie put her arms around Marceline‘s neck, holding onto her own wrist. She said told Marcy to go for it, and on her mark, Marceline shot them into the sky faster than Bonnie was expecting. 

As they got closer to their homes, Marceline slowed down and asked her where she wanted to go. Bonnie scanned the landscape, at her kingdom, the treehouse, at the ice kingdom in the distance. Then, her eyes landed on the forests, and she said, “That cliff over the water. You know the one.”

Marcy glanced over her shoulder, smiling. “Yeah, I know the one.”

Marceline could have flown over the trees, bringing them right to where the cliff was, but instead chose to go through the forests. She weaved between the trees, making Bonnibel laugh loudly on her back. This was all she ever wanted, Marcy thought, smiling at the sound of her having fun. 

Bonnibel felt like a baby gum again, squealing with the only good kind of panic. She knew that Marceline would never drop her, never let her get hurt doing something like this. Even while in the air, whipping by trees that could definitely do some damage, she felt safer than she’d ever been. 

On the other side of the forest was the cliff Bonnie spoke about. A massive overhang covered in lush grass and one majestic tree that seemed like it was out of a fairy tale. A thick, rich brown trunk and leaves the exact color green one would imagine them to be. Carvings of initials in hearts and names and so and so was here littered the bark. 

Looking out over the edge, the water was dark, but they could still hear the waves meeting the shore, retreating slowly and crashing back all over again. The sky was clear, the milky way staring back down at them. 

Marceline let her down, and Bonnie stood beside her, her hands still on her shoulders. Marceline moved her hand to rest on Bonnie’s as she said, “I haven’t been up here in like, a crazy long time.”

“Yeah, me too.” Bonnie slid her hands away as she walked to the tree. Putting a hand on the bark, she looked up into the foliage. ”Think it’s still here?”

“Think what’s where?” Marcy asked, joining her in her search for whatever. 

“What we carved, dummy.”

“Oh!” Marceline gasped, blushing. How had she forgotten? She looked on the other side and felt her stomach do a backflip. “This is it, right?”

Bonnie looked, smiling. “Yup, that’s it.”

Marcy was pointing to a very crude carving of a heart and a smiley face with fangs. Below, it simply said BB + MA. 

“Cute.” Bonnie hummed thoughtfully. She smiled at Marcy and moved to sit in the grass, leaning against the tree so she could see the shore. 

Marceline didn’t join her right away, walking around the tree as she strummed at her bass. “You wanted an encore right?”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Bonnie remembered how nervous the typically cocky rockstar would get when Marcy sang directly to her. On stage was one thing, but when it was just the two of them, Marceline was cruelly aware of every movement of her fingers, every note that came from her instrument, every syllable from her mouth. 

“Nah, I want to.” She smiled. “Any requests?”

Bonnie thought for a moment as she stretched her legs out, crossing her ankles and folding her hands in her lap. Just like a princess, Marcy thought to herself. “What’s your favorite song that you’ve written?”

“My favorite? Uh, geez, I don’t even know.”

“Well, what’s the first one that came to your mind?”

Marceline’s face got warm. She could lie and pull a song out of her ass about being an angsty loner. 

Or she could be honest, but that meant she would be serenading her ex-girlfriend - who she was undeniably still crazy for – with a song that was definitely written for her. All this while she stood underneath a surprisingly romantic tree, the crystal sky reflecting on the water, the stars dancing on the waves and keeping time with their hearts. 

Dang, she could write a song right now. 

She strummed for a moment, biting her cheek. She glanced down at Bonnie, who was just smiling at her. Then, she panicked. 

Marcy laughed, the anxiety very apparent in her voice as she said, “Ha, I’m completely blanking on every song literally in the entire world.”

“It’s okay, Marcy.” Bonnie still just smiled. She needed to chill, Marceline thought, or she was gonna have a problem. Bonnie patted the grass next to her. “Let’s just hang, no pressure.”

Marceline sat beside her, still strumming aimlessly at her guitar. “How come I can play for hours in front of a buncha people but as soon as it’s just you, I completely freeze?”

Bonnie shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s all about perspective. Lots of faceless people watching you from far away is very different from one person watching you up close.”

“Yeah but it’s always just you.” Marcy mumbled, blushing when she heard the confession. Bonnibel just smiled and bumped her shoulder against Marceline.

“Old habits. Just pretend I’m some random fan, screaming in the crowd.” Bonnie put a hand on her chest, the other on her cheek as she dramatically gasped, “Just hoping she’ll get noticed by Marceline the Vampire Queen.”

“Oh yeah?” Marceline laughed, taking her bass off and laying it down in the grass. Leaning back and folding her arms, she went on, “What’s this fan think will happen if she does?”

“She didn’t think that far ahead.” Bonnie giggled, looking at the same starry eyed look on Marcy’s face as on her own. “She got lost in glowing red eyes and couldn’t think straight.”

“What, like this?” Marceline’s eyes flashed neon red and Bonnie just laughed again. Marcy was drowning in that sound – just a little bit. Her music was nothing in comparison. 

“Exactly.”

Marceline blinked her eyes back to normal, leaning her head back to just stare for a moment. Bonnie didn’t move either, her smile never fading. 

Shaking slightly, Marcy reached over, finding Bonnie’s hand and holding it tight. She cleared her throat and when she met Bonnie’s eyes again, she paused again. 

Bonnie froze too. Marceline’s hand was so cold, her thumb leaving goosebumps in its wake as she rubbed across her knuckles. Her heart was in her throat as she wondered what Marceline was going to say. Or what she wanted to say, because if there was one thing Bonnie knew they were good at, it was getting ready to let it all out and then retreating. 

“What’s on your mind, Marcy?” Bonnie tried anyway, pulling her legs in and turning to face her. 

“I just – uh.” Like this, Bonnie thought. Whatever Marceline was about to say was not what she was originally. “Thanks for coming to my show tonight. It meant a lot to me that you were there.”

Bonnibel didn’t say anything. She just watched the way Marceline’s eyes flicked from her hands to her eyes to her lips and then away entirely. 

She didn’t push it. Someone had to be able to say it one day. There would be a right time, she could feel it. Bonnie believed it like a truth – one day, the clouds would clear, their demons would be dealt with, they would be ready. 

Bonnie smiled, thinking about her confident swagger at the concert. The grand bravado when Marceline all but pushed her back up against the wall. Her playful smirk as she leaned on the wall with one arm, whispering in her ear and pressed her ice cold lips to her cheek. 

Marceline could flirt and tease until the sun exploded. She had no problem leaning in too close and breathing down Bonnie's neck, just to make her blush. But as soon as she got in her head, the words got stuck somewhere they just couldn’t emerge from. Ironic for such an articulate and poetic writer. 

“Thank you for inviting me. I had a lot of fun. And thank you for not making me go to that party with Slime Princess.” Marcy looked up, smiling a bit as Bonnie went on, “She’s kind of annoying.”

Marceline laughed, leaning back against the tree again. “She is pretty grating sometimes. Besides, I see enough of those chumps during the week as it is. Oh, speaking of.”

A fly flew out of her pocket and into her palm, turning into her cell phone. Bonnie thought that was grosser and grosser every time. Marceline looked at the screen and laughed. 

“Yup, I might get straight up murdered tomorrow.” She said, showing Bonnie the multiple texts from their friends about her whereabouts. Bonnie checked her phone and found matching messages. 

“I don’t really wanna answer them.” Bonnie mumbled, putting it back in her pocket. Marceline’s fly flew off. 

“Me neither.” Marcy looked at her for a moment, smiling as she said, “I think I have a song.”

“Really?” Bonnibel asked excitedly, grinning as Marcy stood up. She grabbed her bass, putting the strap over her shoulder. 

“Really really. It’s not one of mine, but it’s mad old and I’ve definitely played it for you before.”

“Oh, okay – cool!” 

“Yeah, it’s just been stuck in my head for a few days.”

Bonnie did know it. 

Stars shining bright above you / night breezes seem to whisper I love you / birds singing in the sycamore tree 

Bonnie interrupted her, singing dream a little dream of me, blushing immediately. She had never been a very talented singer. She had always wanted to be able to sing along with Marceline, but she sounded like a dying mouse. 

Marcy never cared and always told her to sing anyway. She told Bonnie to stop comparing herself to other people, that she was perfect the way she was, to shut up and just sing with her. 

So, she did. Marceline played covers of super old human songs that Bonnie only knew because of her, and Bonnie sang along. 

Then they just… goofed around. They had fun. After some wholesome duetting, Bonnie ditched her boots and carried them as they wandered around the forest. Marceline found a snail with two heads and Bonnibel spent a solid five minutes studying the specimen and rambling about the “unprecedented discovery of such a fascinating scientific anomaly” before she was yanked away with a yelp. 

At one point, Marcy dared her to climb a tree, pointing to a fairly large one over Bonnie’s shoulder. The princess investigated it, smirked at Marceline and said watch this.

It was a good thing Marcy didn’t gamble, because she absolutely would have lost it all on this one. Bonnibel climbed all the way up that tree completely barefoot and shouted at Marcy to suck it!

Then, she asked for help getting down. Marcy caught her when she jumped off the branch into the air, laughing as they dropped back to the grass. Bonnie didn’t miss a beat, running to pick up her shoes and continued through the forest. 

Marceline ran after her – not flew. She ran behind Bonnie, watching as she cut through the trees, yelling at nothing when she crossed into the fields that separated the forest from the Candy Kingdom. She spread her arms out, slowing down to turn and look at Marceline. 

But when she realized Marcy was still chasing her, she shrieked and kept running forward. As she did, listening to Marceline laugh behind her, Bonnie took a moment to let the world sink in around her. 

The way the wet grass felt under her feet. The taller weeds slapped against her shins and knees, the hem of her dress becoming dirtier and dirtier. The open sky, crisp early summer air, leaving her feeling refreshed and open. The world felt calm. Peaceful. 

And when she looked over her shoulder and saw Marceline, who seemed like she was having as much carefree fun as Bonnie was, everything else just fell into place. She had an odd sense of I am in the right place at the right time. There were no coincidences here. This was were she was meant to be. 

However, it seemed like whoever was writing the fabric of their universe and bending destinies thought it fit for Bonnie to trip and fall forwards, rolling over herself once before landing on her back. 

She was laughing hysterically as Marceline quickly jumped into the air to avoid tripping over her. She landed just as fast, dropped her bass into the grass and fell to her hands and knees beside her. 

“Are you okay, Bonnie?” she said with real concern, but it was hidden under some insane giggles. 

Bonnie could barely breathe but nodded anyway through her laughter. She sat up on her elbows, wiping her face as she caught her breath. 

“Glob,” she coughed, “I’m so glad you’re the only one who saw that.”

“Yeah, that was pretty lame.” Marceline giggled. Bonnibel flopped back, her fingers playing with the grass below her. She looked at her friend, still smiling. 

“I’m having so much fun, Marcy.” she sighed. “You always knew how to do that. Make me chill the heck out.”

“I did get good at that.” Marceline winked as she laid on her side next to her, leaning on her elbow. Bonnibel rolled her eyes, not bothering to hide her smirk. “But for real, I am too.”

 “I can’t wait to go to more of your shows.”

“Yeah, me too. Maybe we can go to a show where someone else is performing, so we get to hang out and dance or whatever.”

“Boy, you really wanna dance with me, huh?”

Marceline stuck her tongue out at her before throwing herself back onto the grass. Staring at the sky, she said, “Whatever, I like to dance. So do you, I watched you all night.”

Bonnibel blushed. She knew that already, but hearing it said out loud made her giggle a little. She turned her head, watching Marceline fold her hands under her head. 

“Marceline, I’m sorry I kinda freaked out before, about going out with you. That wasn’t fair to you.” Marceline simply blew a raspberry at her again and Bonnie laughed. “I think I was always going to go with you. I was just scared, I guess.”

That made Marcy turn to her, a confused look on her face. “Scared of what?”

Bonnibel knew for an absolute fact that she would be the one to ruin this balancing act. She didn’t know how or when, but she knew how she could act sometimes. She occasionally went a little crazy around Marceline, just overwhelmed by… by a million things. Guilt, regret, admiration, infatuation. Fear, longing, beauty. The list went on. 

“Not you or anything like that.” She shrugged. “I don’t really know. But I know there was no reason to be and - who knows? Maybe if I had just, I don’t know, been honest with myself for once, I’d know it would have been fine and always was. Does that make sense?”

Marceline lied still for a moment - long enough to make Bonnibel nervous. Marceline leaned up on her elbow again, one of her knees bent up. 

“Yeah, it does. I guess I should tell you that, uh… I was gonna ditch the party if you didn’t come. Even if we didn’t end up hanging out, I don’t think I would have had a very good time.”

“What? I’m sure you would have had fun.”

“I dunno, maybe. It’s just always more fun when you’re there.” Marcy glanced away, blushing. “I guess I… I dunno, I’d pick running around like dorks with you any day.”

“Me too, Marcy.”

“You better let me know when you do feel like going to a real party, cause you look like you had so much fun tonight.” Bonnibel smiled, and so did Marceline. 

“I promise you’ll be the first to know.” 

Marceline turned onto her stomach, still up on her elbows. Her feet swung in the air, which made Bonnie smile. She was just so stupid cute sometimes.

“I’m really happy that we can do this, ya know?” Marceline started, finding a stick in the grass. As she spoke, she broke it up into tiny pieces. “Like, just hang out. Be weirdos and… hang out, I guess. I’ll admit, I was kinda worried at first.”

“About what?”

“I wasn’t sure if I…could. I didn’t know if I would be able to be around you, cause - well, you get it.” 

“Yeah, I do.” Bonnibel rolled onto her back, scooting ever so slightly closer to her so their shoulders brushed. Her face was hot with embarrassment and maybe a little bit of shame as she answered, “There was definitely a learning curve. But I think we figured it out.”

“I think so too.” Marceline smiled at her, before laughing, “I’m glad we’re friends, Bonnie. I missed you.” 

Bonnibel smiled back. “I missed you too, Marceline.”

Instead of saying anything, Marcy folded her arms and dropped her chin down. She almost looked sad, despite the small smile on her lips. 

Bonnibel didn’t know how long they laid there in silence. Sad wasn’t the right word, she realized after a little while. She knew what it was, because Bonnie felt it too. 

It was a strange combination of longing and fear - terrified that they would lose each other again. It was an awful feeling, being just so close and forcing yourself to hold back, making yourself wait for the moment when you know you’re both ready. 

Bonnie could only smile, pushing herself up into her elbow to say, “Thanks, Marcy.”

“What for?”

“Just for - I dunno. Being here, being my friend, being you. Lotsa stuff.”

Marceline looked at her, her cheeks pink as she mumbled, “You’re cute. And same, by the way. Thanks for - for all that stuff, too.” 

“You’re welcome. And you’re cute too.”

Marcy lifted her head up, staring for a moment before saying, “I do care about you, you know. I’m pretty sure I always will.”

Bonnibel could have sunk into the ground, her heart beating so fast she could hear it in her ears. That felt out of the blue and perfect at the same time, like she’d been waiting to say so. Bonnie lifted her hand to her back of her head, stroking her hair reassuringly. “I know, and me too, Marcy. On both counts.”

Marceline laughed, shaking her head as she called her a nerd. Bonnibel put her arm over her shoulders, pulling her closer and giving her a good squeeze before letting her go. Marceline turned over onto her back, just chuckling to herself.

Bonnie smiled down at her, watching as Marcy found another stick to break apart. There was a peace that washed over her as she rested her own head against her arm, her fingers in the grass. With her other hand, she reached out to find Marceline’s. She didn’t look up, silent as Bonnie locked their fingers together in the grass. She just blushed and closed her eyes, with a small smile on her lips. She held onto Bonnie’s hand as tight as she was. 

Bonnibel took a deep breath and closed her eyes too, painting this moment in her mind. 

“Jake, hold up - is that Bubblegum?“ their eyes opened, completely still. “And  - hey, Marceline!”

They both looked up. The peaceful smile on her face turned into one of disappointment and sadness as Marcy mumbled, “I don’t know how the hell these people keep finding us.”

“My world is quite small nowadays.” Marcy chuckled as Bonnie went on quickly, “I had so much fun tonight, Marcy. I miss this - I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Bonnie.”

“Hey, what are you guys doing all the way out here?” Finn shouted as he and Jake walked closer. Beemo and NEPTR were both riding on his head, which was morphed into a dog bed. They let go of each other’s hands. “And why are you… laying on the ground?”

“Just chillaxing.” Marceline answered, leaning up her elbows and letting her head fall back as she looked up at them. “Vibing.”

“Hey, guys.” Bonnibel said simply as she sat up. They did not look pleased.

“Geez, what happened to your dress?” Jake asked, pointing at her skirt. Bonnie touched the grass covered frayed hem. 

“Oh, I was getting chased by a vampire.”

Behind her, Marceline scoffed and playfully shoved her. Shaking her head, she said, “I almost got you too. Luckily, dummy here doesn’t know how to watch where she’s going and took a tumble.”

“Uhm you were so not gonna catch me.”

“Like heck I wasn’t! Girl, if I was flying, I woulda-“

“What is happening?” Finn interrupted loudly, throwing his hands in the air. “Am I missing something? Are y’all friends or not? Cause sometimes it seems like you’re gonna straight up murder each other then you’re like, ditching all your friends to go frolic in a field? By the way, Marceline?”

She blushed, staring up at him as he went on, his hands on his hips now, “Everyone was super bummed that you bailed. Like, seriously that wasn’t cool. That snazz was pretty lame without the guest of honor. Slime Princess might put a hit out on you, just an FYI. Shame on you too, Bubbs. Shame. You could have at least answered your phones so we knew you were okay.”

“Sorry, Finn.” Marceline sighed as she stood up, holding a hand out to Bonnie, who immediately accepted. “We shoulda said something.”

“Yeah, you’re right - sorry, guys.” Bonnie said as she got to her feet. She tried to brush some grass off her dress, only to realize she was missing something. She looked around, scratching her chin before chuckling, “Does, uh, anyone see my boots?”

“Your boots?! Peebs, are you not wearing any shoes?!” Bonnie looked down at her bare feet and shrugged. Finn threw his hands up again. “What is going on around here?”

“Finn, chill with the dramatics already.” Jake scolded, putting a fist on his waist. “Mind your P’s and Q’s, dawg.”

“It’s fine, really. We’re uhm, friends.” Bonnie folded her arms, looking over her shoulder. Marceline’s hands were in her pockets. Smiling, she shrugged. Bonnie giggled. “Yeah, friends.”

“Totes BFFFL’s.” Marceline got three matching looks of confusion. “Best friends for freaking life, obviously.”

“Right.” Finn just blinked at them. “Uh, Bonnie, do you want a lift home?“

“Oh, uh –“

“I’ll bring her home.” Bonnie blushed, turning her head to the ground to hopefully hide her smile. 

“Perfect, thanks Marcy. Let’s go, Finn! Goodnight ladies!”

Ever the true hero, Jake made himself giant again, grabbing Finn with a massive hand before sauntering off into the distance. 

“What a king.” Marcy sighed, shaking her head. “A wise old, emotionally observant king.” 

Bonnie laughed and did another scan of the field before announcing she had to find her shoes. As she started to look around, Marceline grabbed her bass and flew overhead. She spotted them first, swooping down to throw them at Bonnie. 

Marcy touched down in front of her as she put them on and said, “I guess it’s getting late.”

Marceline sounded disappointed, but she knew the night had to end at some point. Bonnie stood up straight and held her hand out as she asked, “Will you walk me home, Marceline?”

The shimmer in her eye as Marceline took her hand would live in her mind forever, Bonnie thought. It was a long, quiet walk to the Candy Kingdom. There wasn’t much to say. Not much that was ready to be said, anyway. 

They could dissect what it meant exactly when they said they missed one another - both past and present tense. They could try to figure out why it seemed this part - the running around and goofing off and having fun - hadn’t changed, how as soon as they began to just be honest and start to work past their problems, it was like they never existed in the first place. 

They could find out why their hands still felt like a perfect fit, why the path to the kingdom suddenly seemed much shorter than usual, why the outer walls looked taller than ever. Why they paused outside the palace steps, hesitating before Marceline flew her up to her bedroom window. 

They should talk about how they sat on the windowsill in total silence, their legs hanging over the edge, staring out over the Candy Kingdom. How they weren’t sure how long they just sat there, how Marceline moved to sit closer to drop her head on Bonnibel’s shoulder, who was already leaning against the wall. 

Instead of talking about it, Bonnibel rested her head against hers and felt for her hand. Marceline must have been looking too, as their hands clasped together tight right away. 

At some point, Marcy sat up. Bonnie looked at her, watching as she lifted their hands. Blushing, she dropped Bonnie’s arm over her shoulders and leaned on the princess again. Bonnibel could just smile, pulling her close and wrapping her arms around her shoulders. She felt Marceline’s arm slide around her waist. 

They didn’t move, didn’t talk. Marceline’s head rested on her chest, listening to her heartbeat while Bonnie’s hand moved up and down her arm. Bonnibel didn’t use the term “magical” haphazardly, but this moment in time deserved the adjective. This was absolutely magical. 

She opened her eyes, looking down at the vampire. Just a few short hours ago, Marceline was on a massive stage, performing for hundreds of people. Confident and cocky, strutting around and flying like she was dancing. Now, she was calm - peaceful, curled against her chest with her eyes closed. 

Bonnibel almost wondered if she was asleep. She lifted her hand carefully, moving her hair off her neck and shoulder. As soon as she did, Marceline opened her eyes. Her cheeks turned pink, slowly tilting her head back to look up at Bonnibel. 

She chuckled nervously. “H-hey, Bonnie.”

“Hi, Marcy.”

That was it for a moment, until Marceline cleared her throat. “I - I think I fell asleep a little bit. Sorry.”

“Don’t be. You had an exciting night - this is a pretty typical time for you to crash.”

“What do you mean?”

Bonnibel shrugged. “You always did this, run around for hours after a show and immediately crash hard as soon as you start to relax.”

“Really?” Bonnie nodded and Marceline glanced away, embarrassed. “I guess I never realized.”

She finally sat up. Bonnie’s hands fell away from her as she did too, watching Marceline scratch the back of her neck and blush. She laughed a little as she said, “Well, you make a very comfy pillow.”

“Glad I could help.” Bonnie smiled at her, bumping her shoulder as if to say, don’t think about it too much. Marceline must have somehow understood the silent message because she smiled and nudged her back. “Are you going to be okay getting home? You can always stay here with me if you want, you know that.”

Marcy looked up at her, her eyebrows raised. Bonnibel blushed and went on, “I - I mean, in one of the bedrooms. There’s plenty of room.”

“Thanks, Bonnie, but I’ll be fine - it’s not too far.” 

The way Marceline smiled at her reminded Bonnie of the way she looked when they almost kissed that night. A soft, sweet smile, stars in her eyes, like the world around them didn’t exist. 

Marceline opened her mouth, taking a breath like she was about to say something. She froze again, closing her mouth to bite the inside of her cheek. Bonnie was patient, waiting for her to work through what she wanted to say. She put a reassuring hand on top of Marcy’s, staying quiet.

Holding Bonnie’s hand, Marceline cleared her throat. She looked away as she said, “Uhm, are - are you doing anything tomorrow?”

“I have a meeting in the afternoon but otherwise that’s it.”

“Well, I-I have to hit up the Arts and Crafts Kingdom, and I literally have like, no food in my house so I have to go get groceries and I was wondering if you,“ she glanced up at Bonnie, who was trying extremely hard to keep the excited smile off her face. Marceline blushed, shrugging a little and smiling back as she went on, “If you would maybe… wanna come with me?”

Bonnibel nodded, very aware that she was too enthusiastic. “I’d love to go on your errand run with you.”

“Cool. Uhm…” Marceline laughed quietly. “Cool.”

“I’ll meet you at your place at sunset?”

“Sounds rad.” Marceline couldn’t keep the smile off her own face. “Thanks for hanging out with me tonight.”

“Likewise. I couldn’t tell you when the last time was when I just ran around like that.” Bonnibel laughed. “And barefoot, at that.”

“It’s fun, right? Just letting go, laying in the grass. Being alone together.” Bonnie blushed at the sentiment as Marceline laughed. “It’s the kinda feeling you write songs about.”

“No, it’s the feeling you write songs about and I listen to.” Bonnibel squeezed her hand. “I can’t wait to hear it.” 

Neither said anything for a moment, until Marceline took her hand away, leaning into her room to pick up her bass, putting it over her shoulder. “I - I should get going. I’m definitely keeping you up past your bedtime.”

Bonnibel stuck her tongue out at her. “I’ll be fine, thank you very much.”

Marceline floated up off the windowsill, and hovered in front of her, her arms folded. She learned closer, and Bonnibel was terrifyingly certain Marceline was going to kiss her. 

She didn’t, of course. Marceline kissed her cheek again, lingering for two seconds too long before she moved away. Her face was still too close, but that was all as she said, “I’ll - I’ll see you tomorrow, Bonnibel.”

Bonnie nodded. “See you tomorrow.”

Marceline backed up slowly, just smiling before she laughed a little and said goodbye again. Bonnie wished her a goodnight and Marcy flew off. 

Bonnibel let out a sigh, slumping over to lean on the wall again. She watched as Marceline slowly flew farther and farther away. Her fingers came up to her lips, trying to imagine how it would have felt if Marcy did kiss her. Would it have been the same as before? 

Realistically, it would. She was still Bonnibel and Marcy was still Marcy. Their lips were the same. But something in her stomach said when they did finally kiss - when, not if - it would be very different. Bonnie knew that the way she felt for her now was not the same way she used to. 

While Bonnie was never one for fate or destiny or soulmates, she knew the first time they kissed that she would love Marceline for a very long time. She had never in her entire life met someone who made her feel like that. Marceline lit a fire in her she didn’t even know was there. 

But now… now that fire was still there, but it was warmer, softer. It wasn’t overwhelming or all consuming, rather inviting and… kind. Comforting. Maybe that was the difference between falling in love with a stranger very quickly and falling in love with your friend more and more every day. 

Bonnie sat up at the thought. She was talking crazy, she decided, putting a hand to her warm cheek. In the distance, she watched as Marceline slowed and looked over her shoulder at the palace. Bonnibel laughed when she jumped, looking like she was ready to just drop out of the sky entirely. 

Was she falling in love? Was that possible this soon? She was very aware of the super embarrassing crush Bonnie had on her. It was hard not to. Because - come on - just look at her. She was… beautiful, every single part of her. 

Bonnie waved to her, smiling as she decided that she was probably right. But she also figured it was probably best not to dwell on that too much. It wasn’t important at the moment. They were friends - that’s all. That was absolutely okay. Bonnie loved every moment of their night. She just adored the idea of being alone together. She was going to keep this momentum, just to see where it led them. 

Marceline waved back. Bonnibel could see her smiling as she flew off - for real, this time. She stood up, stepping into her bedroom. She looked down at the dress and laughed. 

“Too bad,” she said to herself. “This was cute.”

Overtired and surprisingly wired, Bonnie kicked her boots off, not bothering to put them away. She walked to her wardrobe, opening the doors, but stuck her tongue out at the mess of clothing she left for herself. 

As she started to reorganize, Bonnibel wondered what she would wear tomorrow on their errand run. Something that didn’t require any sewing, preferably.