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Keila was off of work, which for Bonnibel was no good. Eversince their shared encounter in the bathroom, Keila had not given Bonnibel a rest about her mental health. "Its important to get out of the house" she would say, "you can't be couped up in the trailer forever" and at some point Bonnibel began to listen. It had been exactly a week and a half since she arrived and the feeling of doing nothing all day began weighing in on her. Having nothing to do meant being desolate with the constant thoughts her mind had to offer, and that alone was sickening, adding onto her current stress. She remembered using Keila's beat up box computer that lay untouched on the living room desk to research results on stress mixed with pregnancy, all coming out negative, so she didn't hesitate to free herself from the invisible holds and submerge into the open with Keila on her off day. She sat in the hold of a metal shopping cart, Keila at the handles pushing her down the asile to scoop in anything she craved, which was alot. Bonnibel was almost surprised that held Keila no knowledge of the child she carried within her. The only vulnerable part of her pregnancy shown was her constant eating, which to Keila was a normal everyday thing. Everything else was behind closed doors. Literally. She had gone the whole week and a half hiding her morning sickness in the bathroom, her baby bump hidden by the baggy tee shirts aqquired from Keila, and Marceline's letterman jacket to sheild her from the cold that was beginning to settle the town. She knew at some point the truth would unravel and Keila would gain knowledge to her secret, but she hoped it would be after she left with Marceline. Marceline... Oh how the girl plagued her mind endlessly. She wondered what she was doing at the very moment, or where she even staying. She wondered what she thought about, the people she hung out with, even what she ate for breakfast. As weird as it sounded, that's just what love was. Though it was unborn and they shared no interaction besides the subtle kicks to her stomach in the wee hours of the morning, Bonnibel knew that she loved her baby. Though not conceived in the best situation, she shared a unexplainable warmth for the child that sprouted within her. Since she was just a little girl Bonnibel had always yearned for a child. She would daydream about braiding her daughters hair before bed, tucking her in with sweet lullabies and overpriced childrens books, staying up with her all night on her ill days to supply her with comfort and spectate her sickness, even dressing her up nicely and seeing her off to her first day of school. She dreamed about playing action figures with her son until his eyes grew weary with sleep, watching his favorite movies until the crack of dawn, or teaching him how to treat a woman or anyone else he desired to be with. All of that would be coming soon, way more soon that she expected, and there she was, living with her girlfriend's band mate in a shitty trailer park. Things had to change. "I want a job." She sputtered out of the blue, leaning against the metal confines of the shopping cart, swiping a salty bag of chips from the shelf and into her lap. Keila, taken aback by the random comment, pondered as she pushed the cart. "Well I don't doubt you can find one. This town is pretty small, I don't know a place that isn't looking for workers every day of the week." Keila edged the shopping cart towards the back of the store after taking a look at the grocery list, trying to focus on Bonnibel's point of interest and their need for milk at home. "Sure I can help you look for one when we get home but Im sure you're gonna have a hard time in the interview." "And why is that?" She questioned, opening the bag of chips in her lap and shoveling a few in her mouth. "Alot of places won't accept without your id or social security." She stoped chewing. It was just her luck that the one thing they didn't snag before leaving town was the most valuable. She sunk deeper into the cart as Keila pulled it to a stop infront of the milk. "Hey don't stress it kid, im sure a few places can hook you up. You just gotta appeal to what they want from an employee and make up a sad story about your life at home, plenty of runaways get away with it." Bonnibel tried not to think much of it, instead distracting herself by watching Keila attempt to lug two gallons of milk into the cart. That got a laugh out of her. Despite Bonnibel laughing at her failed efforts Keila smiled anyway, glad to see a smile on her face.

On the couch she lounged, stuffing her cheeks full of the snacks purchased from the store. The room was dim, all the lights switched off and the curtains pulled shut to give the movie broadcasted on the screen its fullest potential. Next to her Keila sat asleep, a beer hanging loosely from her hand and mouth pulled open, expelling soft whimpering snores. Yes the movie was that boring, failing its intended purpose, but Keila made up for it. Most of the time spent sprawled on the couch was just time spent talking, and just from that she felt she knew Keila on a deeper connection. She told her of her background, her family and friends, and anything Bonnibel questioned her on. She felt guilty not giving Keila her fullest story, the biggest secret lying beneath her shirt, but there wasn't much she could do about it. It was simple, telling Keila would end with nothing but trouble, and she wasn't yet ready for that. Drowning in her thoughts, Bonnibel shut herself off. She knew better than to sit and rot in her mind, that would lead to nothing but sadness, and not much of that was wanted. The happiest she felt was when she was asleep, dreaming of her lover and their time spent together. Grabbing the end of the blanket and throwing it over Keila after setting aside her beer bottle on the coffe table, she decided to do just that