Bittersweet - Bubbline AU

Chapter Twenty Three - Scream Queens

Hello, guys!

I'm sorry for taking so long to translate those last chapters to y'all, I've just been so damn busy lately. But I'll be trying to translate all of them today and tomorrow. And as soon as I update again I'll try to translate on the same day, so I don't have so many work at once lol

Well, without further ado, let's move on to the chapter.

Good reading!

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The usual group was gathered in the Abadeer's studio, watching the band play with their instruments, tuning and calibrating everything while speaking in technical terms, a totally foreign language for any of them.

Bonnie was seated in the center, in a chair, with Kevin sprawled on a puff and his head in her lap. Finn, Jake and Hayley were on puffs too, just watching the obvious exchanges of passionate looks between Marceline and Bonnibel, wiggling their eyebrows at each other.

"Hey Jake" – said Finn, nudging his brother and pointing at Bonnibel, 'whispering loudly' for her to hear.  "Look at her face".

"I would say it's a pretty 'in love' face" - said the brother, in the same tone of voice.

"Uhum" – completou Hayley.

"I think I'm getting a little diabetic with how fucking in love she looks like" - Finn said, trying to hold his laughter when he saw Bonnibel looking at them with half-closed eyes.

"Can I look at my girlfriend in peace?!" - she asked, pretending to be angry

"Oh, I don't know, Bonnie... it's kind of gay" - Finn replied, bursting out laughing when Bonnie's slipper came flying towards his face.

It would be a lie if he said that he had accepted the situation right away. His first reaction when Bonnibel appeared in the group chat, sending a flood of extremely cheerful texts about how Marceline had serenaded at her window and was sleeping right next to her, was definitely to get a little sad.

But it was difficult to continue that way seeing the genuine happiness that shone in her eyes when Marceline would take her hand or give her a kiss on the cheek. And in the end, all those feelings he had cultivated for Bonnibel during high school were decreasing more and more during that year, and what was left was an almost insignificant breath that was about to dissipate for good.

What was left was the good old intimacy between two good old friends, which gave him the freedom to make fun of the almost cliché looks Bonnibel gave to her girlfriend, but always in a supportive tone. He wouldn't be the one to break that air of perfect joy around his friend.

At that moment Marceline caught the attention of the group, standing in front of a microphone with the bass in hands. Apparently, everything was ready.

"I think we need to go back to playing something heavier, guys".

"I totally agree" - said Keila.  "Suggestions?"

Marshall smirked, in a way that premeditated something not decent, just as his sister's.

"Sweet Things, The Pretty Reckless". 

"Dude, I love you so much," said Marceline, a smile on her face. The band adjusted to their instruments and Marshall took a microphone for himself. He glanced at the group of friends, and that little smile was still on his face.

Soon, the sound of his guitar, followed by Keila, filled the room, eliciting excited screams from the small audience.

Evil knocking at my door