The 'To-Do' List

"The 'To-Do' List" (NSFW)

Tossing and turning and just generally making a mess was something Marceline had a tendency to do often, even when it came to sleeping - and this night was no different, Marceline was strewn out across the queen-sized bed both she and Bonnibel shared.. well, Marceline had conquered a good seventy-five percent of the area, anyway; and Bonnibel was nearby, typing away on her laptop a report they were assigned the same day.

"Jesus Christ," Bonnibel muttered, holding down the Backspace key and replacing an entire section of advanced diction for more fancy wording - perhaps Bonnibel shouldn't have started the report the day it was assigned, College was indeed kicking both her and Marcy's asses, but at least one in the pair had opted on even trying. And with this thought, Bonnibel swiveled in the rolling computer chair to get a look at the snoring Marceline on their bed, smirking at the sight.

"Can't believe I let that degenerate ask me out," Bonnibel giggled to herself, the overencumberance of schoolwork fading away at the cute sight, only to be smothered once more as she returned to her report, continuing to type away.

This would continue for quite some time, all the way until 2:10 AM, actually, and Marceline slept like a rock until..

"Fuck it!," Bonnibel had yelled furiously, slamming the laptop shut with an audible crack! from within, and this only added to her despair, causing her to fold both arms over the now damaged computer and rest her head upon them, sniffling.
   
Marceline stirred in her sleep, immediately registering the sobs of her beloved, "B-Bonnie?" Marceline spoke drowsily into the darkness of the room, unsure if this was even reality.

"I-It's fine, Marcy, just.. go back to bed, okay?" Bonnibel responded, muffled after shoving her face into both her folded arms. "I'm.. just frustrated, okay?" she continued.

"F-Frustrated, why?" Marcy continued to speak in her sleepy haze, and eventually rose slowly, running a hand through her long, unruly and disheveled midnight black hair.

"Just.. schoolwork, s'all," Bonnibel responded.

"Schoolwork? C'mon, Bonnie it's a friday for God's sake, why are you even thinking about that.. stupid english paper?"

"H..How'd you know I was working on the english assignment?"

"Because, it's in my top priority of things not to do, and likely the number-one thing on your to do list."

Bonnibel fell silent, then exhaled after a moment, and whispered. "I..I may or may not have broken the laptop screen," she admitted.

Bonnibel was overwhelmed with guilt when she didn't hear a response, I just fucking broke our only laptop she thought, it had all our schoolwork, well.. my schoolwork, and all the other essential stuff we needed to get by, but her thought process was interrupted when she heard the ruffling of sheets from behind her, and the pitter-pattering of bare feet against the polished floorboards toward where she sat.

Bonnibel was ready to apologize, when.. two pale arms snaked around her waist from around the computer chair's back, and Marceline's chin dug into her shoulder,  "Don't worry about it," the other girl had whispered into her left ear reassuringly. "We can sort it out in the morning, don't you think? Just come to bed," Marceline proposed, "you're not exactly fit mentally at the moment."

"Y-Yeah, I guess you're right..," Bonnibel responded, slowly rising up from her crossed arms cushion and leaning back into the computer chair's back as Marceline released her. "I.. I haven't even gotten un-dressed yet, I'll.. be there in a minute, mkay?" Bonnie had responded as she heard Marceline make her way towards the bed.

Marceline merely responded with a "Mmmmhmm."

Bonnibel had walked home after college with Marceline and had forgotten to take off her clothes, it was hard to believe the girl's dedication to succeeding; she immediately sat herself down on the computer chair, opened up the once functioning laptop and began to type up a storm.. forgetting that she was fully clothed in her fancy schoolwear, an outfit Marceline had practically drooled over; a white blouse, accompanied by a black tie, black skirt and stockings.