-PRESENT DAY

"Hey! We're we goin' to go next, now that we got PB officially on the dare squad, eh?" Finn says loudly, as they walk out the shop. Smells waft in from all directions, confusing Bonnibel entirely. Lady loops her arm in a pink clothed one and makes their way down the street. She shoots an appreciative smile at her; Lady is her best friend for a reason. The girl can read her better than herself sometimes.

"I don't know man! Just think of random stuff!" Jake waves his arms around, accidentally hitting a passerby in the face. "Ooh-sorry mam!"

Fuscia comments, "Clutz" with a laugh and the roll of the eyes. Bonnibel already knows her friends actions and emotions so well, she can predict exactly what they'll do.

"Well I'll go first in choosing since I'm the judge" Lady announces. "Finn. You go first. Dare whomever you like." He grins. "Mathematical! Okay..um.. Fuscia!" They pass by a shop smelling of sweets. A bakery? "Yeah. Lay it on me!" Fuscia replies with undertones of excitement.

Finn claps again in thought, making an array of noises associated with thinking. "Hm..aha! I dare you to..uh..flirt with that mannequin in that hipster clothing store!" Bonnibel can't help but laugh at the ridiculous statement, but even harder when she agrees. They walk in and hide behind a stray wall, snickering in await. She can't really see what's happening, but the audio I enough to make a grin applicable.

"Oh excuse me sir?" Fuscia calls out. Bonnie predicts that she's already by the display, by the sound of Finn's noises. He shushes them all as they listen in. "Yes mam?"

"Who is this…hot piece of plastic in a tanktop and boardshorts?"

"Uh..excuse me?" His voice squeaks in disbelief.

"I'd like to get to know you're friend better..is all..I'm saying" She replies suggestively. Lady muffles Jake's chuckles with her hand. "Oh my glob!" He gasps.

"He's..erm…"

"Oh the quiet one? That's so my type." Finn's laughter dies down a bit and Bonnibel detects hints of jealousy. Possibly?

"Well, he is wearing selections from our spring line. He's..uh…Tiffany." Apparently the sales person is playing along. Finn's grip on her shoulder tightens and he growled under his breath. Bonnibel hides a smile. Complete backfire Finn.

"Ooh Tiffany? Odd name. Sounds European. I like it!" Finn shifts. "What the hay hay?!" He mutters under his breath.

"Yeah. He maybe…he would like your number?" Everyone goes silent, all muffled sounds ceasing for the time being. Oh no he did not just ask for Fuscia's number. Playful or not, the action was set to spark something. They wait for her reaction.

"Oh, maybe…" She pauses. Lady says into Bonnie's ear, "Wait why is she looking over here?" Another second ticks by and she finishes with a smirk so big you can hear it in her voice, "I just might. Have any paper?"

They bust up laughing, not caring anymore if their cover is blown. Lady falls to the floor with Bonnibel in tow, giggling up a storm. Finn stomps off out the store, smoke billowing from his ears, thick with jealousy. They manage to follow him out and Fuscia runs after them, calling over her shoulder, "ON another thought; Nevermind!"

Outside Finn groans stalking around and making dramatic gestures. "What the heck! Stupid Tiffany! Thinks he can just walk up to MY girlfriend and-"Fuscia comes up and hugs him from behind.

"Aha calm down Finn! It was just a joke!" He breathes once and manages to sound sheepish.

"Yeah. Heh sorry. That kinda backfired."

Jake comes up and says, "Dude you got jealous over a mannequin named Tiffany and some random geeky store dude! I don't know how much more hilarious that can get." Lady starts to scold him in Korean, but ends up in just agreeing in the end.

Fuscia takes the lead down the block after a couple other turns. "Haha, I dare… Lady! TO, uh put some ice in your pocket and leave it there till it melts."

The Korean girl scoffs and goes over to a shaved ice vendor, returning with three cubes. She nudges Bonnibel with her arm to let go for a moment and drops them in her pocket before returning the same position. "Easy. Fuscia, your dares are kinda lame."

She bristles, crossing her arms. "No they don't!"

Finn puts hand on her shoulder and Bonnibel's. "You think anything concerning ice or cold is a good dare."

Lady ushers Finn to the side."So yes, they do. Look here's a real dare: Bonnibel you have any lipstick in your bag?"

She blinks, out of habit, and digs around before handing her the metal enclosed make-up. "Yeah, why?"

She places it in turn, in Finn's hands. "Finn, I dare you to try and apply this lipstick on Fuscia."

He scoffs, uncapping it. "Easy. Your dares suck too, Lady."

Jake's eyes widen and he moves to stand next to the pink haired girl. "You shouldn't have said that Finn.." he mumbles as his girlfriend smirks.

Ahh, her mischievous side is truly a wonder. Under a seemingly calm and complacent girl is… well no one knows yet. It's random rare times like these in which she almost seems…devious.

"I'm not done yet. You have to apply it, without using your hands. And Fuscia has to wear it until its her next turn, so I'd think about making a good job of it."

He gapes at her before frowning and looking at the red lipstick tube in his palm. Fuscia sighs, and holds her head in her hands. "Great, now I'm dragged into this"

The blonde holds his hand up and places the tube between his teeth, clicking audibly. "No,no I totally got this Fe. Lady you are going to eat your words!"

They all pause as he holds her steady and moves closer to press the nub against her lips. Jake giggles and elbows Lady, much to Bonnibel's distain. What are they up to now?

"How's it coming Finn?" she offers and the boy makes a sound associated with positivity.

Voice lisped enough to the point of unrecognition, he says, "Itchs commin real good Vonnivel. Not bad ifth I sayz zo myselv." She process the words and nods, but then Lady snickers.

"What is it?"

Before the reply is given, Jake says loudly, "NOW KISS" and presses their faces together. Finn spits out the tube just in time to get his face massed up against his girlfriend's. Forehead's eventually bouncing off each other, they stumble back groaning. The impact made a loud smacking sound.

Jake laughs along with Lady, like the two had heard the funniest joke in the world. She shakes her head at them, but frowns when Fuscia comments, "Uhg, at least my lipstick job isn't that bad."

"Speak for yourself! Look at me, it's all over my mouth; I look like a Tree trunks when she went on that date with my Mr. Pigs!"

She bursts into laughter with the rest at the image that occurs in her brain of the red substance all over his mouth and jaw. All polite subtly vanishes in the blink of an eye as she holds her stomach.

"No, it really looks like you tried to make-out with one of her cherry pies!" Jake guffaws. They side step another group coming down the sidewalk, calming down from their fun.

Finn frowns but eventually smiles when he gets to rinse it off in a drinking fountain, leaving the base red.

Fuscia wrings her hands once it's her turn again. They'll soon reach the park, and eventually the boy's apartment. "Oh-kay, I dare Jake to..uh.. touch your nose with your tongue!" The pink haired one in the group sets a hand on her shoulder.

"No offense, but even I know that dare sucks. You haven't gotten much better " The rest murmur in agreement.

"But you guys didn't let me finish! If you can't touch your nose with your tongue… you have to do it to another player. Touch their nose with your tongue."

Looping her arms through Lady's again, she raises her brows, and its assumed so does everyone else.

Jake clears his throat and stops. "Okay, okay I got this! 1…2..3!" Out comes a grunt as he tries to complete the challenge; Bonnibel doesn't know the verdict until his loud cheers echo across the plaza and street. A couple of horns honk at his interruption.

Fuscia grumbles, "Aww what the heck? You're tongue is like a freaking dogs, man."

"Heh he! Dude you bet I am! I'm just like a dog."

"Haha, how man?" Finn inquires.

His deep laughs get louder for a second before residing to a couple of giggles. One heavy arm goes around Finn, and the other Bonnibel. She stumbles from the impact.

"One thing: Dog is man's best friend. Finn and I are totally best bros! Another: They're..uh...loyal. I'm loyal to my best buds like you guys. Also, dog's are mad party beasts, and you all know how I'm the life of the party!"

Lady pipes up. "Dogs also lick their own butt, if you forgot." Before he can respond she adds, eyes narrowing, but a smile on her features and in her voice, "And if you agree to that too, you so are not kissing me anymore."

His grip around their necks ease up and he backs off completely, throwing his arms up dramatically. "Haha Lady, you know the worse I do is scratch down there. Chill!"

Her cries ensure that he's swooped her off her feet, carrying her bridal style. "Jake put me down!" She protests, hitting his chest with her palms.

"Never, My Lady!" He puffs out his chest, which presumably gets the air knocked out of with his girlfriends blows. Bonnibel lets a laugh or two slip out, which Fuscia copies soon after.

She struggles some more, drawing attention from passer bys. Bonnibel rolls her eyes and suddenly says openly, "Oh my gosh, just kiss her already. You know Lady secretly loves it more when you're arguing, playful or not, right? She talks about it all the time.."

All movements cease and Lady cries out, which the girl smugly knows there's a fierce flush on her face. Her voice is higher, accent rising up and a couple phrases of her native language coming out with being flustered.

"Bonnibel! 젠장, 그에게 그런 일을 말하지 않는다! That was a secret!"

Jake grins and kisses her anyway before a string of curse words can leave her mouth. She frowns when they all start clapping, signaling for other random groups nearby to cheer and clap too. The whole scene its self is random and makes little to no sense in total, but the group goes along with the fun. Still, he presses his mouth against hers and she pauses a moment to breath and say, "Ah fuck it. You're still getting it tonight Bonnibel, don't think you're off the hook for that" and turns to pull him back in.

The girl in turn cheers on anyway. Eh. It's what good friends are for.

The sun goes down lower with each second, faster and faster, the temperature becoming comfortably cooler and cooler. They stop at a couple stands, getting odds and ends of food and accessories. Eventually their little escapade leads them to the park, in which they currently reside. The other four splash in the fountain, pants legs rolled up, while Bonnibel takes the chance to sit under a tree and pull her bag into her lap. Her hands go to her phone on reaction and she hesitates to tap the screen.

She didn't get the worst dares today. Just the regular, "Go say this to a stranger" or "Go do this and try not to get caught". The best was when she was told to speak in Shakespearean English for a round, translating whatever they could throw at her. She'd changed, 'hit the club, cause YOLO' into 'surely my feet shall trip lightly 'pon the dance, for a man's life is lived once by chance!'. The funniest one was when Jake had begged her to change, 'her twerking is legendary.' Now that was a challenge.

She had grinned and thought for a moment, picking and choosing the correct phrases before replying smugly, "Ribald tales of her jaunting to excess have been told across the land" Her friends after laughs had echoed around the plaza then.

However, in the back of her mind, something nags at her. But she just can't put her finger on it.

Bonnie decides to just check the time. The electronic voice declares, "Brzzt- 6:30-Brzzt." She absently pushes back her hair as she goes to look back up towards the direction of her friends. A loud splash occurs and Finn screams, "Attack!"

Multiple splashes and grunts follow, hinted here and there with the other girl's laughs of shouts of approval. She shakes her head at their antics, however, some part of her yearns to play along with them.

A voice chimes in the back of her mind, its sheer forgotten presence making her back become rigid and goosebumps to spill over her skin.

"You wish….you…could see. Don't deny it; you wish..it..never..happened.." Bonnibel shakes her head again abruptly, as to ward off any more thoughts.

Yet, her mouth says to particularly no one, "I've gotten over that. I'm happy now; no use dwelling on what's happened and being miserable." She smiles at her good reasoning. She has changed. A wind's blow passes before it unexpectedly yells.

"YOU LIE TO YOURSELF. This..fire..inside of you. Threatens to succeed, yes? Yes! To boil over, to overtake the false identity you've tried so hard to build up and believe in for yourself, and your peers."

Her hands begin to shake as it continues on, face dark. She shuts out everything around her in that instant. All there is and seems to be, is that cold dark place. The place here she bleeds endlessly, helpless.

"Something is coming child. I am no longer here, but I'm sending something. You will look into the reflecting glass, elated with the outcome showing to you…But then.. before you can react the mirror will soon gain crack. Then another and another. But you won't...notice.; too pleased by the reflection you are. Not until it's too late to repair; It will be then that it shatters. Then everything you have worked for will crumble. Life withering away in my hands. Your parent's…have died… under these hands. And you will soon…if not physically…I will make sure…make sure…"

"Bonnie? Are you cool?" She jolts back into reality, away from that place, that…nightmare or vision; both are frightening nonetheless. Lady gives her a concerned look, hair damp and pushed behind her ears on both sides.

"Huh?" Her mind is still cold, still blurry. It's impossible to describe. Why isn't her jacket protecting her from the chills rising on her skin? It's usually warm insulation does nothing of its purpose.

"We called you and you just sat there. I think you zoned out or something." A grin splits her worry. "Was it about someone?"

She blinks once, then twice, mind a flurry, slowly coming back online. One name for some reason stands out, pushed to the front lines of her thoughts by something. Purposefully or not, she blurts it out.

"What? Who said Marceline? I'm fine." It's the one from earlier cackles fade into nothing. It's voice echoes before dissipating as if nothing was there.

"I will make sure you die on the..inside… And become a shell of who you once really were. I would conclude to be careful what you think…but the deed is already done. Be ready…"

Their laughs cause her to frown. "We never said Marceline!" Jake giggles and pats her cheeks. Lady helps her to her feet.

"You guys are getting pretty close, huh? How long has it been; is it, like, a month now? That's pretty early."

She shrugs, and walks over to Jake, tapping his shoulder. "She's cool. We're just…" The word pauses on her tongue before she forces it out into the open. "Friends. It's fine." Her body relaxing from the release of the weight the word had been burying down on her. It's..Nice.. To get it out in the open, to say the least. Really..Nice.

Jake puffs out his chest and lowers enough that she can hop on his back in a piggyback ride. She wraps her arms lazily around his scruffy neck, slumping all her weight, confusing burdens included, on his arms.

Finn pats her back. "What's with the random piggyback ride princess?" She mutters frankly into his brother's neck, too lazy to move.

"I'm just tired for the moment." She pauses, the earlier comment occurring to her. "And just feeling lazy. Why'd you call me princess?" This time she musters the effort to face him. The boy offers a sheepish grin.

"Hah, sorry. It's just something that Marceline's been sayin' a lot when she talks about you and stuff." He jumps up with sudden excitement. "We talk with her all the time online, on BMO! She's awesome at Compy's Castle, and almost beat Jake high bloodlust score!"

Jake degradedly mutters, "Yeah. But she didn't! I'm still the champ." He pauses mid-stride to heft her higher on his back before continuing. "She's on our team, and we kick every other team's butts, we meet! The only losses where when Finn kept lobbing grenades at our fortress wall like a dumbnut. At least he's better now."

Fin slaps his body in multiple hits, chanting out with frustration, but still laughing, "That was forever ago! Shut up man!"

Fuscia takes the lead, pulling Lady aside to talk or something. Bonnibel frowns momentarily but perks up slightly when asking the two brothers, "Why'd she call me princess?" The nick name…isn't odd to say the least. Many use it. It's just the action hasn't ever been applied to the girl before and she wants to know the sudden reason why.

Jake gives his signature chuckle before replying, "Heh he! Well, it's kinda 'cause you act like one." Finn clarifies further.

"Princess, you're always like, the most mature one here, is always really fair and nice! You're nice to everyone…except that Duke guy but he doesn't count. You're also really radical and fun too, and just seem like royalty!" He jumps in the air dramatically. "Oh and your grammar is, like, mathematical!"

She softly smiles at his sayings and antics. She supposes so that it's the case. Still, it's a fairly new concept overall. Bonnie nods once, rest her tired neck by laying her head back down. She decides she likes that one too. By the time they reach their flat's front door, she's already asleep peacefully.

Bonnibel blinks herself up and awake, hearing the sounds of over-exaggerated gun and laser shots emitting from the room down the hall. After a brief (yet useless) glance, she deduces its Jake's room; the deduction made from the peculiar scent the boy gives off. Comfy sheets threaten to pull her back into that wonderful sleep, but she resists enough by stumbling up on two wobbly feet. She guesses what's comic books, piles of clothing and odds sheets of paper littler her trek across the carpet, out of the room, and into the living room.

Lady sits with Fuscia, chatting it up as Finn and Jake stare intently at the screen of their television with controllers for some console in their hands. Finn shouts into his headset as a loud garbled sound blasts from the screen, and a cracking of glass adding on after. Jake replies just as fast, "Yeah, yeah I gotcha!"

Lady is the first to notice her presence. "Hey Bonnibel! You have a good nap? We're on the couch." She plops down on the cushions between the two, leaning her head on Lady's shoulder.

"Hmm mm. What time is it?" Her body betrays her wakened mind with a yawn. Fuscia taps her shoulder.

"It's 8:00 pm. You've been out for awhile now; it's already dark outside. Are you cold? You have crazy goosebumps."

For some reason she laughs, a smile making its way easily o her face. That nap must've put her in a better mood than she thought. "Ha, no I'm fine. I get goosebumps really easily sometimes."

Lady nods, settling back into a more comfortable position. Bonnibel feels her eye's droop once more, despite the loud shouts, blood splatters and slicing of swords and knives coming from the general area. She breathes in once, lets it out slowly, about to drift away again when a voice comes. She jerks her view towards the sound; the direction of the t.v.

"Ahh yes! Finn nice alien butt-kickin' bro!" , comes from the screen. She doesn't feel sleepy much anymore.

"Marcy?"

"Bonnie? I can barely hear you…Whatcha doin' at Finn and Jake's?" Marceline says incredulously. She shakes off Jake's head set and places in on her own. Her mouth speaks into the mic.

"Hear me better now?" Her finger accidentally presses something on the side of the headset, cutting off her voice from the televisions' speakers. Oh well, at least it works in her favor; all the girls were starting to go a little deaf.

"Yeah. How was you're day?" She responds, the sound of the game continuing in her background and Bonnibel's. Jake's rumbling proclamations of his greatness start up again.

"That sounds so corny, but..it was cool. We did the dare challenge game today, but all I got were sucky one's."

The other girl laughs, multi-tasking her game and the conversation. "That's still cool. Coach made me work my ass off though after everything had gone down. Hey, when do you have classes?"

She raises a brow playfully, despite knowing she can't see it on the other end. For that fact, Bonnibel makes up for it by dripping as much of a smirk into her tone as possible. "Why; Am I just that fun to stalk."

She takes the bait just as easy, leveling the playing field. "Can't stop following you princess." She cocks her head to the side at the name. It's still hard to get used to.

"Why do you call me that? Finn and Jake told me, but this is the first time I've heard of it."

"Oh hehe well it's just cause I think you act like a real princess. Like, in my eyes, not based off of those crappy fairytales."

"Well, how does a real princess act in 'your eyes' then?"

She waits as the other girl smacks an array of buttons in what's guessed to be a combo before a loud explosion sounds on the t.v. "GO Marcy, nice bomba combo! Now let's go kill the frog!"

"Yah, um, I guess a real princess is really eloquent or whatever. Like you. I mean, you talk real professional and are really sweet to everyone. But also you can just be you, y'know? It doesn't feel like some act put up in front of everyone; it's just the way you are. The nickname just sprouted on its own from that I guess."

She takes that in, smile never wavering. "Oh… then thanks." The girl's random philosophy and insight strike her off. She pauses, partly covering the mic. "Guy's what the heck is Compy's castle even about? I hear so many things it doesn't even make sense anymore."

Fuscia pats her shoulder. "Trust me; we can tell you everything that's happening and we're just as lost too." A baby coos from the direction, followed by a tank shooting a missile from the speakers. Finn pauses and huffs dramatically, quickly facing the girls.

"You go through territories to get to a castle as Compy and his buds! There's super awesome zombies to kill, and alien bunnies with floating giant baby overlords. And instead of a stamina meter, there's a bloodlust meter! THAT'S WHAT IT'S ABOUT."

They all jerk back for a second at the loud outburst, concluding at the end of the rather odd speech. Jake slowly pushes him back down and facing the television. "Okay, dude, take some chill pills. We know its awesome…"

Bonnibel frowns as another voice perpetrates her hearing for the time being. "Hey, are you staying there the night?"

With sudden self-consciousness she glances around, but then remembers how no one else can hear the other girl. "No, I'll probably be leaving home in a bit. Why?"

The other girl seems to shrug with the tone of her words. "Uhh nothing. Just bored right now I guess; Finn is going on a killing rampage for some reason and I've had enough Compy for tonight."

Something in the back of the girl's mind sparks, like a fire, willing for her to get up and go into the kitchen momentarily and out of earshot. That same, feeling, words her mouth to say, "I want to go away somewhere."

There's a breath on the other end, not quite a sigh, not quite an inhale nor exhale. Just a breath. "…wait what? Why?"

"I like exploring places." She states simply, twiddling her fingers around an invisible cord. "Ooo is where I've always been; My life is here. It's not that I don't like it, I mean I love my friends and schoolwork, but yesterday seems so long ago and it felt so… I don't know. Refreshing? My mind finally processed how large the world is then; I'd forgotten that long ago."

She paces from side to side suddenly, rambling. "I-I don't know to explain it… but you're the.." She swallows and forces out with a pent of anxiety, "friend that can take me places. Everyone offers everyone something. Lady's is comfort and Jake and Finn's are protection and humor. Fuscia is reassurance..I think. " She inhales finally, finishing her long, spiel.

Marceline laughs on the other end, something clanging in the background. "Friend? You seem really naïve Bonnibel. You only know me a month, hang out a couple times, and we're automatically friends? I would've expected that from someone else, but, from your position? I'd think that'd be a little reckless; don't you think?"

She insistently presses her palm on the counter, as to break some third-wall separating the two. "But still, I don't know exactly what you do and who you are, misleading me on what you really offer. I could be wrong. I can't read you like a book and that's scary. But the fact is, I want to know. Isn't that what matters?"

"...You have the talent to make a lot of sense out of something that has no sense. I..like that."

The long silence puts her on edge. Out of nowhere, the line cuts off, leaving white noise in her presence.

Bonnibel takes off the headset, sighing in defeat. She doesn't know exactly what she wants for once, but the feeling to escape is overwhelming. This small escapade today was a taste of how it feels to be away from all the distractions. Now the feeling is bubbling up inside until at one point it'll boil over. She doesn't know that point yet.

She walks back into the room, dropping the set back on Jake' matted hair. Lady's out asleep while Fuscia is looking through something, alerting of the constant flipping of pages. "Hey..we're did ya go?" She comments absently.

Bonnibel relaxes back into the cushions before suddenly standing up and sliding on her back presumably at the door. "I'm…just gonna head on back. I'm just kinda pooped from today and all." She gives a quick smile and points in the direction of the boys. "Tell Lady I'm gone and please watch them. I know they'll play till forever."

She gives her a quick hug, red hair spilling into the others face. "Yah. Have a good night!"

With the flick of a wrist, the door is closed and Bonnibel is gone, stalking down the street. Each step clicks against the pavement, a relaxing sound on repeat. The way home isn't much far, about a mile, it's just the memory of turns and landmarks that she must keep in mind. Ever trip is a challenge of the mind; Failing is the outcome of being lost and being lost will most interment equal the possibility of dying. The thought of that causes her to become more alert and quicken her pace.

The familiar blue glow of her campus' street lamps comforts her and steadys her pulse. She traces her steps to the housing blocks, taking care to waddle around stray students in the night.

At her front door, she reaches around her neck to grasp the slick key. However, it won't go in the lock. The end hits the wood of the door's surface and she has to use her hand to feel for the knob before twisting it in.

"Wow that was weird. You normally don't look so blind." The offensive comment comes from right over her shoulder, breath slightly ghosting her neck. Her breath catches and she turns around to push the stranger over her back as hard as she can. Her hand on contact moves to her phone, ready to contact her friends and campus security instantly. Yet, the sound after a body hitting pavement stops her.

"Agh! Bonnie what the hell that really hurt!" Her arms move from a threatening position to one of annoyance; crossed arms and a frown. Of course it would be Marceline to say something so blunt from earlier.

"Why the heck did you do that? You know that'd be my reaction, so don't act all surprised." Marceline scrambles to her feet, dusting off her clothes from the wet dirt.

"Fine. You're right on that. I'd come to take you up on your offer."

"What offer?"

Marceline sighs and takes a step closer. "Okay, so it's not really an offer…uh… Look, will you just go somewhere with me then?" She pauses and when no immediate response comes, adds on, "I'm bored and if you're cool with it, I'd like to get out of this main city area for once in awhile. It's refreshing."

Bonnibel tries to weigh out the pros and cons, efficiently and as fast as she can, but her impatience wins over, leaving all common sense. "Okay, let me drop my stuff. Should I keep my jacket?"

Her voice drips with surprise and confusion. "Uh..cool. And to be honest, I don't even know for sure where I'm going so…" The rest is up to the imagination, the silence seems to say.

Bonnibel scribbles out a note in the best possible writing she can offer, trying her hardest to stay in a straight line and make conceivable letters. Hopefully it doesn't look like the pitiful chicken scratch. She quickly slips herself her wallet and changes into a smaller, less puffy, pink hoodie and purple jeans (hopefully of which are what color she thinks they are) and decides at the last moment to include converse. The unknown seems best with comfortable clothing, she presumes.

With her key around her neck, she locks the door and steps out into the night. "You have your bike?" Marceline paces a bit before taking her wrist and leading her over.

"Uh..yeah. That's cool..right? It's just that when I took you last night you didn't have much a choice to ride or not and-"

"Oh shut up, Marce and just drive. I'd like to do this more often, you know." She saddles the back seat like it's her own vehicle and grins. The other girl stands dumbfounded for a second before climbing on in front and revving the engine.

"I keep forgetting how annoying and bold you are. So, we'll go if you can promise me two things."

"Shoot."

"One: You gotta keep Lady off my back, 'cause I swear she will kill me one of these days."

"Deal… next?"

She takes the smaller girl's hand and makes it form a sign with only two fingers pointing up. "You can't bug me on where we go."

This prompt some curiosity, but she with holds it. "Fine."

"Okay that's it."

"I have my own rule too, if you must know." Bonnibel says slowly. Marceline cocks her head.

"Well, what is it then?"

"No babying me. Everyone seems to find a way to do that, one way or another..but at you don't seem to. I don't want you to start. Treat me like you' treat anyone else, but don't be a butt about it. Got me?"

Marceline snorts, "I don't treat you like I treat everyone in the first place. But, I get what you mean, so fine, I agree not to baby you. Now grab on. We'll be back by sunrise."

She wraps her arms around her waist as she bike rumbles, backing out of the parking space and onto the street. "Wait, what did you mean by you don't treat me like everyone el-!"
Before she can finish, her sentence is roughly cut by the sudden acceleration as the motorcycle races down the boulevard.

Marceline seems to grin into the oncoming wind as she says, "No annoying questions!"

Bonnibel buries her face into her neck to become used to the feeling, but once relaxed, whoops into the air, the sound travelling into passing neighborhoods and homes. The moon towers above in the cloudy sky, stars hidden and but not yet unseen.

Part 2 of 2

Fun and Games: Truth be told

Yayy, I finally found this darn chap file! It took me awhile since i had lost it in some random folder on my already messy desktop. (Go unorganization!) Welp, its been 11 days I see? I'll try to beat that update time for the next chapter :D

Only new thing going on is that I have two new stories I'm also coming up with as first started as drabbles but now are going multi-chap. This time, I'll finish them before uploading XD Keep the look out, first chap of one of them might be out before the month is over.

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-CalmMango