The Punk and The Nerd- a bubblee fanfic

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Chapter 3 - Bonnibel Bubblegum

I read to Marshall aloud as we lie in the dark. His eyes glow like a cats. They were like glowing orbs emanating from his face. I lost track at how many times I had to repeat myself because I would get lost in his eyes and he was half asleep on the floor. After completing the first 15 chapters my eyes felt heavy and I past out on the floor.

I woke up in Marshall's arms still clutching my textbook. My hair was a mess, all matted and curling like crazy. I see he took my hair-tie out. I look down to see I'm still wearing my dress, thank glob. Marshall's arms hold my waist and abdomen against him, he has his face buried in my neck. I can feel each breath he takes as his cold breath hits my skin. I feel comfortable here with him. I'm so tired, I could just go back to sleep.

The only problem is I have to put my sleep wear on, if I don't my dress will get ruined so I might as well. I squirm my way out of his arms trying no to wake him. Marshall's breathing is slow and deep. He's asleep, thank glob. I tiptoe over to my dresser and quietly pull the drawers open.

I take my neatly folded clothes and lay them on my bed. I take the shorts and slip them on before taking off anything. I unbutton my cardigan and put it in the dirty clothes basket. I turn myself away from Marshall and pull my dress over my head until the stupid thing gets stuck on my underwire.

"Shit!" I whisper. I pull the dress harder and harder and I hear a big rip. The dress comes off along with my bra. Great, now I'm half naked in my boy shorts with a man in my room whom I've just met today.

I quickly grab my shirt to cover up my bare chest. I find breasts look weird without bras that's why I always wear mine. Now I can't! My breasts are like a 34 C so it's pretty obvious my bra is gone. I couldn't go without one either. I hear Marshall roll over on the floor, Dammit. I check my undergarment drawer and Its nothing but underwear. No bras. Marshall rolls over again, I hear a smack.

"...ugh ow....Bonnie?" Marshal sits up rubbing his head.

"Ahhh! Don't look! Don't look!" I run out into the hallway and knock frantically on Fionna and Cake's door.

"Fi! Cake! Answer the door!!" I pound as hard as I can on her door.

"Cake! I know your in there!!" I hear a few moans and groans. The light switch is turned on and I can hear foot steps coming to the door.The door knob clicks and Cake is standing at the door with her hair in curlers and her face covered in a facial mask.

"What's up baby cake-" I push Cake out of the way and burst through the doorway.

"Cake! You have to help me!" Cakes squints at me, her eyes trying to adjust to the lighting. Her eyes widen as she notices me covering my bare chest.

"PB, sugar...What happened!? Did you, you know-Gasp-Is that why you are half naked?!" Cake starts to tear up. She covers her mouth with one hand and puts the other on my shoulder.

"Cake calm down, that didn't happen, I just met him! He and I only studied. I fell asleep reading him the first few chapters and so did he. I woke up and had to change into my sleepwear. M-My dress was stuck in my underwire and my bra ripped off as I was changing. May I please borrow one? Only until I get a new one? Please Cake?" I readjust the shirt to cover myself.

"Sure baby, what size?" Cake removes her hand and walks into their room rummaging through her dresser and Fi's.

"Umm, 34-36 C. Colour doesn't matter." I walk further into their room and see Fionna knocked out cold on the top bunk. Cake diggs through her dresser and Fi's and eventually finds a bra in my size.

"Will this do?" Cake hands me a black lace bra. I hold the thin, cool fabric in my hand.

"Yes, thank you." I turn my back to her and she does the same.