Just Pretending (Bubbline/Sugarless Gum)

A lot of therapy yet no 3 ways

Bonnibel woke up to the stark light in her face and hearing Marceline roll off the bed, taking the blanket with her. “Ugh, the sun is out!” Marceline groaned, muffled by the thick blanket.

 

Bonnibel got out of bed, rubbing her eyes, and saw it was about 8am. She walked over and closed the curtains, shielding her friend from the harsh sunlight. “Thanks,” Marceline said, crawling out from under her protection.

 

They both sat in their respective spot for awhile, both in a daze from having slept so well and so long. “This bed is really comfy...” Bonnibel mumbled, warily eyeing the mattress beneath her.

 

“Yeah, it totally is. Haven’t slept for more than 5 hours in years.”

 

Everything sort of stayed quiet for awhile, neither of them talking, still waking up from their restful sleep. “Hey Princess, don’t we have to go to therapy in like 3 hours?” Marceline asked, her face contorting into something closely resembling disgust. “Yep! They’re probably gonna try to make us learn how to kiss better,” Bonnibel said with a giggle.

 

“Knowing you, you probably don’t know how to kiss at all.”

 

“What was that?”

 

“Oh nothing Princess, forget I said a word...”

 

They both sat in silence, Marceline still on the floor huddled under the blanket with Bonnibel sitting cross legged on the bed, eyes drooping. “I’m so exhausted...” She muttered, flopping back onto the pillow.

 

“Well if you wanna go to sleep go ahead. We won’t be going anywhere till 11...” Marceline said, crawling back onto the bed.  Bonnibel nodded and closed her eyes and drifted off, snoring lightly. The next time she opened her eyes the hands of the clock read ‘10:40’. She glanced over at Marceline whose eyes were glued to the book in her hands, it being the ‘Karma Sutra’.

 

Bonnibel furrowed her brows and asked, “Why are you reading that?”

 

“Nothing else to read,” Marceline muttered, flipping the page, “By the way we should leave soon so we won’t be late.”

 

Bonnibel then remembered that it started at 11 and turned around and glared at her friend, “Why didn’t you wake me up earlier!?”

 

“Didn’t know I was responsible for your every need Bonnibel. Now why don’t you calm down and get ready.” Marceline said, sounding a little too snitty. But nonetheless, not really up for arguing, Bonnibel went to go get ready, which mainly consisted of slipping into a light pink dress and putting her hair in a braid, looking nice but not too nice.

 

Shortly after she was done they left, heading to the elevator. They stopped and got out at the third floor, and saw it was just an assembly hall, with a large circle of chairs in the middle, most of it already being filled. What looked to be the director glanced up at them and waved, “Please take a seat! There are two right here in fact.”