A.N/ Well, I'm hoping it doesn't sound too overly-generic so far. If it does, trust me; it's not going to be the same as all the others. I did, however, adopt the Marceline and Marshall Lee being twins idea from several stories I've read. I thought it seemed pretty cool.

Anyways, so tell me if you guys want me to switch Point Of Views. Cause if you don't, I'm not sure if I'll bother, hahah.

Thanks for reading!

Britay~

Our lunch period was fairly pleasant. It turns out Bonnie has a group of friends. They seem very tight-knit. Close. Maybe she didn't need me, but I'm still glad we've become acquainted. Besides the fact that she's the only one who makes my "vampire" side wild, she seems like a very interesting, if not secretive, genuine kind of girl.

So, her friends. First, there's Finn, a short, energetic blonde boy. Sophomore. His best friend Jake, who had sandy brown hair that fell in front of his eyes in a shag. Senior. Jake's quiet Korean girlfriend, "Lady". Also a senior. Then there's Fionna and Cake. Fionna is Finn's sister, and Cake is pretty much her "partner in crime." They are both Juniors, Fionna being almost as tall as me and blonde. Cake being much shorter and auburn-haired.

Anyways, while this particular group of people was not one I'd usually approach, they seemed similar to Bonnie in the genuine-and-drama-free department. So I don't mind hanging with them too much. It lets me spend more time with Bonnibel, as well. Speaking of which, she was spacing off again, seemingly staring at nothing. None of her friends appeared to be perturbed at all, everyone still listening to Fionna animatedly discussing Dungeons and Dragons with Finn, so I figured this must be a regular thing. Well, along with the snide comment that bitch-snob made earlier.

"Bonnie?" I tried, tentatively, earning sympathetic glances from pretty much everyone at the table.

"It's hard to break her from her trances. They're quite common.." Fionna explained, punctuating with a slight shrug and followed by nods from everyone.

I felt a stab of pity, but a grin formed on my lips as I thought of something.

"Oh Bonnibel," I purred into her ear, using my teeth to ever-so-gently tug on her earlobe.

"Oh, what?! It's happened again, hasn't it?" She exclaimed, shocking me to my core with her sudden London accent.

"Wh- you. What?" I fumbled over my words, not even one-hundred percent sure what I was trying to ask.

"Bloody hell. Fuck." she started, earning a laugh from everyone except myself.

"Bonnibel is from England. I think she's about perfected her American accent though," Cake giggled.

I looked towards my bubblegum-head in confusion.

She sighed, "I didn't want to draw attention to myself so I worked on sounding American."

My stomach flipped a little at the foreign accent; I've heard it before, 'cause I've traveled a lot. However, coming from her lips it's just – sexy.

"So, why didn't you tell me you were a British babe?" I asked her, chuckling a little at the end.

We were in my car, on our way to her house. She needed a ride home after school, because Finn had soccer practice.

"Mmm, well maybe I would have, eventually. It probably would've come up sooner or later, yeah?" she replied in her natural accent. I had to bring my free hand to my lips to make sure I didn't start dribbling on myself at the sound.

There was a flood of questions flowing through my brain, each being replaced by a new one before I had the chance to ask it.

Unfortunately, I took too long trying to come up with a question.

"That one right there," a slender hand pointed to the pale yellow house on the right. I pulled into the driveway and put the car in park, staring at my steering wheel for a moment before looking over at Bonnibel, who had a small smile playing on her lips.

"Wanna come in?"

Uhhh, sorry for taking so long to update.. I have no excuses. Don't stone me. I'm working on the next chappie already if that helps at all ^-^;

~Britay