My Sweet Little Bubblegum

chapter 2: bonibel bubblegum

Bonnie's pov

I hang up the phone and grab my coat and car keys. I walk down the hall aiming for the door untill im stopped by my little brother neddy. "Sis look at what i drew! Do you like it?" I smile at neddy and get down to his eye level. " i love it little gum. Your so talented. Listin ive gotta go pick up a friend of mine. I'll be back okay. Lisitn to bubba okay?. He will tell uncle buttler if your acting bad." Neddy lowers his drawing and nods his head, and then runs past me into his room. I walk to the coat rack and grab my fluffy pink coat. "Where are you going in such a hurry?" I turn back to see bubba working in the kitchin on a cake.

"Im going to pick up a friend. I gotta go before she freezes. And can you set up the guest room? She's gonna be staying the night with us." I grab my keys and look at bubba as he nods and continues to bake.

I walk outside with the wind hitting my face. I knew i shouldve worn a scarf. I cant beleave im going out of my way for marceline abadeer. Weve known each other since the second grade but were always distant. I did have to help on our project for biology over the theory of evolution. Oh boy that project was a Hoot. Marceline couldnt stop staring at me back then. Maybe its my glasses? Or freckles? I dony really know whats up with Marceline these days. Ive always admired here asperation and dedication for muisic and art though.

I open the door to my car and back out of our driveway. I start to make my way out of the suberbs and make my way into the main part of the city of Ooo. Ive always lived in the city. Well the suberbs of the city.
My uncle butler adopted me and my brothers at a very young age. He was one man that raised three children for the longest time. Thankfully he had me to help raise the two. Bubba is a bit younger than me and well neddy. Neddy is a special kid. I dont question why neddy is special, i just accept it as a part of life.

I park my car outside marcelines apartment complex. No sight of marceline. Ive been here before a few times to tutor marceline. Oh the times she's pissed me off with her insults. She always knows how to push my buttons. I get out the car and look around. "Marcy! Marceline?! You here?" I here footsteps behind me and turn around

"BOO!"

I scream bloody murder and then slap marceline on the shoulder. I see people give me a look as they walk by. "Marceline thats too distasteful." I look into her emerald eyes and cross my arms.

"Haha ha! That was amazing! You were so scared princess! Ha!" Marceline says while bursting into laughter. "Marceline get in before i leave your ass here. And calling me princess?  You know i dont like that name." Marceline smirks as she puts her suitcases in the trunk along with her bass and amp. " pfft you like it when i call you princess. Dont deny it!" Marceline gives me a smirk as i drive off into the city. "Im denying it. Heres your coffee, just how you like it." I hand marceline her dark brown coffee.

"Thanks Bonnie. For everything. Things at home have been stressing me out and pissing me off." Marceline looks out the window and then back at me.

"Whats going on at home?" I ask with a bit of hesitants.

"About a month ago my dad moved back in after 12 years of leaving me and my brother. Ive told you how simon and betty have raised me and marshall. Well since simons Alzheimer's has gotten worse, betty had to take care of him and she calles my father to step in. He dosent get to just do that. He dosent just get to come back into my life and start acting like he cares. Marshall's happy he's home. Hunson trys to act all lovey dovey with us. Well with marshall. He's a monster when im home. Always yelling at me, eating my leftover foods and stealing and breaking my instruments. He wont touch the bass though. That bass was moms."
Marceline sighs and tears up a bit.

"Oh. Marceline im so sorry. About everything. Im here for you anytime. " I gently move my hand onto marcelines thigh and contine driving home. I notice marcy blushing when i put my hand on her thigh. I continue to focus on the road.