3:04 AM
Marceline's POV
It was Saturday night, and Marceline the Vampire Queen was crying.
It wasn't like her to cry. She was supposed to be tough and heartless, and she tried to be. Glob, she was, most of the time!
But there was one person that made her cry every night.
She knew Bonnie was uptight, annoying, and snobby. But she cared so much about her kingdom, and her people. And she always had that adorable look on her face when she was learning something new that crumbled all the walls that Marceline had worked so hard to build.
And so she cried.
Until she heard a knock at the door.
She quickly dried her tears, wondering why someone was at her house so late. She glanced in the mirror on her way to the door. She was wearing one of Bonnibel's shirts, which was a horrendous shade of pink. Her sweats were years old. Her hair was loose, all tangled and knotted.
She sighed and opened the door.
"Marshall Lee! What the lump are you doing here? It's like three in the morning!"
Her brother glanced to the side. "I know, I know. But I really need you to get this message to the princess. It's from Dad."
"Take it yourself, if it's so urgent."
"I can't. The Banana Guards don't know me. They're used to seeing you around."
Marceline sighed. She knew he was right. "Can't it wait till morning? I don't want to wake Bonnie."
Marshall grinned. "I'm sure she won't mind. If it's you, at least."
Marceline frowned, trying not to blush. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Marshall wiggled his eyebrows at her before handing her an envelope and flying away.
Marceline shut the door, grumbling about her brother. She was trying to decide whether or not to take the envelope to the Fire Kingdom and toss it in a pit when she saw the mirror again.
She touched the pink shirt. She knew Bonnie would want to know if it was something important.
Marceline tried for a moment to pat down her nest of hair before remembering that Bonnibel would probably be asleep. Sighing, she floated out the door and reluctantly turned toward the palace.
A few minutes later, Marceline was floating in the window of the princess's chambers and brushing snowflakes off her beloved pink shirt.
When she glanced toward the desk, she heard something strange. Like quiet sobbing. She slowly turned toward the bed.
And there, sitting in the shirt Marceline had given her so long ago, was...
"Bonnie?"
a/n
hey y'all! (no one, actually. no one is reading this. but whatever. I will speak as though I have an audience.) thanks for reading this far! I'm planning to put out new stuff almost every day, so... stick around if you like it!
anyway, I hope y'all are having a good start of school or end of summer!!! (if you go to school)
-A
