Anonymous

6

Libraries? The best things ever invented. That was a fact, one that Bonnie could confirm was one hundred percent scientifically accurate. Libraries in December were even better.

It was 3PM and already starting to get dark outside, the soft oranges, yellows and purples of the sunset blending outside to create a work of art that was incredibly relaxing to glance at now and again. The library was mostly empty – Bonnie was lucky enough to have a free period for the last hour on a Friday, and she appreciated the library's solitude, as most students with a similar free period tended to go home early, their absence forgotten by Monday.

Naturally, Bonnibel had finished all of her homework and had decided that she was going to pick out a book from the school's small collection of fictional works. She'd settled on a Stephen King novel – one she hadn't read, Cell – and settled down in the back corner for the last half hour of the school day. As she liked the book so far, she had decided that she was going to check it out and take it home for the week, not that it'd take her that long to finish it. Bonnie was the type of person that finished books in a few hours, rather than spacing it out across days. It was better to read that way – she didn't forget any little details that she might've had she taken any long breaks.

She turned the page again, rolling her eyes automatically. Someone had scribbled over a part of a word to make it say something else. How idiotic. Every time there was a little scribble on the page, Bonnibel scowled. She couldn't stand it when other students defaced school property, particularly library books. They were an important and essential resource, and deserved student respect. But of course, her peers were teenagers; she probably shouldn't expect much.

She heard a shuffling behind a bookcase and glanced up, a frown settling on her features when she saw a mane of onyx hair and the arm of a black sweater. "Marshall?"

A voice that definitely wasn't Marshall's responded. "Wrong twin."

Bonnie blinked in surprise and cleared her throat as Marceline peered around the bookcase and sent her the same intense, cold look that she had worn on their last meeting. Bonnie's eyes swept across the girl's face, taking in the perfectly plucked eyebrows, the sharp jawline that looked to have been carved by the heavens – Bonnie was surprised that she hadn't noticed it on Marshall – and the girl's bright emerald eyes that were burning holes through Bonnie's blue ones.

She realised she was staring and felt warmth rush to her cheeks. "Sorry. Didn't mean to disturb you."

"Yeah, whatever," Marceline didn't sound very impressed at all, "Don't talk to me. Okay?"

Bonnibel's expression soured. "I said sorry. There's no need for you to be so rude all the time. You could've easily accepted my apology and moved on like a decent human being would've."

Marceline bristled, the cold look morphing into an honest to god glare. "Yeah, and you don't need to be so obnoxious and prissy. You're not the fucking queen."

"I really don't think there's any need for that kind of language." Bonnie tried a glare herself, but it didn't work as well as Marceline's. "I think that you're the obnoxious one, actually, and I would appreciate it if you'd leave me alone so I can get some reading done."

"My pleasure." Marceline spat back, all sourness and anger and irritation coupled with a smile that was dripping sarcasm. Bonnie was surprised she didn't get her teeth kicked in.

Needless to say, she let out a loud sigh of relief when Marceline disappeared from view. Out of sight, out of mind. The library was much more relaxing without her.

She gave herself a few more moments to calm down before turning back to her book, flipping to the page she'd left off at. She read a few more lines before turning pages again, scowling at more graffiti. Except this graffiti in particular was weird.