BREATHE | bubbline ✓

" one headache after another "

"What are they doing here." Bonnibel crosses her arms and looks over at Ash expectedly. "My house isn't a hotel, you know."

Beside him stand Keila and Marshall, who both looked very confused and detached with the fact that they were on Earth.

"Well it didn't seem very fair that I just gave them this big pep talk, right." Ash shrugs, raising a hand like he was in an interview. "I'm sure you're kinder than this, Bonnibel."

"I'm—" Bonnibel groans, burying her face in her palms. One headache after another. "—Marceline!" She hisses over her shoulder. The vampire slides down the staircase rail, despite the number of times Bonnibel has told her not to. "Can you please deal with this. I really don't need Aunt Lolly or Neddy awake."

"I'm the one they don't want alive." Marceline lands lightly on her feet and adopts a similar stance to Ash, and Bonnibel understands, all at once, how they were both friends in the first place.

"Just bring us back to the Sphere already." Marshall nudges Ash.

"Nah," Ash hums. He picks at something between his teeth, and Bonnibel grimaces when he flicks it onto her carpet. "I thought it'd be nice if you saw what was here on Earth. The Sphere gets so boring, man. Earth is fun."

"Yes, and they can stay with you," Bonnibel stresses every single word, grabs the three unwelcome visitors by the shoulders and shoves them towards the door. "I have
school tomorrow, so shoo."

"Not asking Marceline to leave—"

"—Shut up." Bonnibel shuts the door tightly behind her, hoping that Ash had broken his jaw on the pavement or something so that he can't speak—wait does he know healing magic? Is that a thing?

"I live here now?" Marceline has a confused face on when Bonnibel whirls around to face her.

"No, it's just...I wanted to say sorry, again." Bonnibel says softly, and she turns away, unable to properly look Marceline in the eye. It was much easier apologising to wolf Marceline...

And she is enveloped in a hug.

"Bonnie." There's a smile in Marceline's voice. Arms wrap around her, tighter, warmer. "Phoebe was a brilliant mind, like you are. I was wrong to compare. If anything, you have more guts about you. Or maybe it's stupidity—"

Bonnibel jabs her with an elbow and Marceline crumples to the floor dramatically. "Say that one more time."

"Stupidity—"

"—I...warned you!" Bonnibel pounces on her and the both of them wrestle on the floor of her living room, bumping here and there into furniture, and Bonnibel finds that she doesn't really care if either of her cohabitants roused from all the ruckus.

...Then, at least, she could tell Neddy that Marceline was home.

Home—Here. What she meant was here. And that she was okay.

Bonnibel gazes up at Marceline from where her back was pressed against the carpet of her floor, who had her arms by both sides of Bonnibel's head, the sofa inches from both their heads.

Her long, dark hair surrounds them, and it brings Bonnibel back to the day at the swimming complex, when Marceline had first told her all about her past life.

Her eyes are as captivating as ever, Bonnibel thinks, as Marceline gazes back down at her, seemingly in a trance.

Bonnibel feels light with the giggling, and she is almost tempted to reach out with a hand and see for herself how smooth Marceline's skin was. Supernatural creatures are quite...fascinating, she figures.