Marceline had far neglected her duty of awakening Bonnibel, the girl fast asleep in her arms. There she lay, Bonnibel resting her head on her chest, her stomach pressing against hers at the slightest intake of air, and her arms hung loosely at her waist. Marceline couldn't lie, she enjoyed the embrace she was enveloped in but couldn't help but feel the slightest bit guilty for falling asleep instead of awakening her like she promised. Oh well, atleast she was getting more rest than she admitted she needed. Studying is temporary, rest is mandatory, Bonnie seemed to mix them up a fair amount of times. It was great that she prepared herself for the obstacles that school had to offer, but locking yourself in the room every free chance you get to study seemed unbearable. Maybe that's why fate brought them together. A careless rebel invited to bring joy and festivities to the book worm. She snickered at the thought presented. Though it was saturday, there
was no time to be mucking about through the day in and out of a sleep limbo with Bonnie, there were things to be done. Marceline was quite considerate when trying to pry herself from the sloopy hold bit by bit. Removing arms from her waist, check. Untangling the intertwined legs, check. And finally, softly easing her chest in which Bonnie slept on as a pillow, and buckling from the bed. Now there she lay, fast asleep on the bed of Marceline with her mouth ajar, oozing whimpered snores. That imagine would be present in mind forever. She mentally face palmed. "Pull your self out the gutter." She grunted in her speech. There was no time for this, things had to be done and done right now, the first of them being a shower. There was no way Marceline would leaved the room smelling like wet dog and creek water, they would surely smell her comimg from a mile away. With one last regard to her sleeping companion, Marceline submerged into the tacky bathroom.
She sloshed a chunk of her wet hair back out of her view, her other hand yanking up the wisks of her skirt. Nothing more than 15 minutes was needed to bring light to her hygiene and she was out the shower faster than she got in. Dressed in her daily attire, Marceline quietly pushed open the bathroom door to the best of her ability and slipped out of the bathroom. The girl had expected for her friend to be slumped against the stiff material of her bed, but was almost thrown off guard at her sight. Bonnie sat fully awake on her bed, her legs crossed and eyes daring to skim her as if she'd been waiting awhile. If they weren't such friends, Marceline would suspect she was actually angered at her actions. With her eyes planted on her in such way, Marceline didn't dare utter a word, Bonnie beating her to the catch. "15 minutes or less I recall?" Spoke the girl, Marceline almost sinking on the spot. She couldn't help but jet her shoulders upwards with fret. "Bonnie Im sorry. I didn't mean to let you sleep in for that long." Bonnie sat silent with an eyebrow perched upwards. Marcy moved across the room and tugged her jacket in her hold. "Look, I know how important studying is to you, I apologise from my behalf and-" Bonnie could only sigh and shake her head. It took Marcy by daze when Bonnibel ushered to her feet, placing both hands on her shoulders and holding them still. "No need to ramble, I forgive you." Her eyes abated to her survey. "It's cool, I have all the time in the world to study. Its you im worried about." Marcy whined a wail, throwing her head back for further exaggeration. She already knew where this conversation was going. Bonnie made it clear that Marcy was obligated to study at least one time in the year. Yeah Marcy had successfully passed all her classes, but only with the peer assistance of Bonnibel. That and her final test score would determine her graduation. "Marcy don't even." Bonnibel scoffed, drawing her hands back to her side. She should have seen it coming. "Marcy, dude, you do relaize that we have two months of school left before summer?" It was very true indeed. The year had phased past her faster than she liked. Maybe it was due to her showing up late in the school year? Or that a friendship as such made the time wiz by faster than she could catch onto? She already knew one of which. "Marcyyyy." It was now her turn to moan out, seizing Marceline in her attempt to drown out her pleas. "Marcy if you fail these tests there's a chance you wont even graduate to the next grade level. We only have two more months left of school." Marceline furrowed her brows. Of course she would. She had done it her sophmore and freshamn year of highschool, so what was holding her back from doing it again? Maybe the fact that as they progressed in grade levels, the more they cracked down on test scores and grades. Well... Maybe she had no choice but to do so, but she wasn't gonna give up on pestering Bonnibel so easily. "What's so important about school anyways when I can just drop out and become a stripper, hm?" Bonnibel tried her best to disregard her words and hold her posture compatable, but a snicker whittled its way from the straight line of her mouth. Marcy chuckled along with her, raising her hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, I'll do the stupid studying. Only on one condition though." "And what is that I suppose?" Shs chimed. "We study while we smoke." Marceline shut her eyes and gave a childish gleam. Bonnie laughed. "Are you askin' me out on a study date Ms. Abadeer?" Her counter fit country accent impersonation filled her tone, earning a scoff and simple shrug from the other girl. "I guess you can say that then." Marcy complied with Bonnibel's request and crossed over to grip her worn out bag in hand. "We'll give me 10 minutes to freshen up, would you? I still smell like a creek." Marcy shot her an eye roll before nodding her head. Bonnie thanked her for her patience and retrieved a clean uniform set from her dresser, emergining into the steamed bathroom. Marceline sat waiting.
Marcy wasn't lying when she said you could smell them from a mile away, this time only the sented fumes from their shower trailing behind them like a puppy. Hopefully it wouldn't be enough to attract attention ther way. "What's the plan?" Bonnie crouched down lower, sure not to fall into the glimpse of the teachers eye. Doing this was like a peice of cake to Marceline, but today was different. Usually, Ms. Lopez would head outside with one cigarette to sneak a smoke and from there, she could snag the pack. It was a miracle that cameras did not exsist in the hall, therefore not being able to capture the culprit. Cameras were the least of their worrys right now, far shallow compared to the woman that lingered in the teachers lounge. Marcy would never even be able to enter under her eye or right back to confinment it was. Bonnibel scrunched at her side, waiting for Marcy to accumulate something. And like a lightbulb flickering to life inside her head, the plan stirred up. "Ok." She turned to Bonnibel. "To get in her purse I need to get that teacher out of the room somehow." Bonnie peered at her from around the corner. "That's the biology teacher right?" She received a affirming nod from Bonnibel. "Go whip around that corner and ask her for some type of help on one of her assignments. She's mouthy, you can keep her busy for a bit. We can meet outback afterwards. Can you do that for me?" When it came to Marcy, Bonnibel was down to do whatever. "Got it." Then, she rose from the floor, straightening out her skirt and showing herself at the door frame of the teachers lounge. The teacher was quick to look away from the lunch settled in her hands and to the standing student. Marcy watched as Bonnie called her attention, only to be told "students are prohibited from the teachers lounge, Bonnibel." Bonnie was quick to counterfeit her words. "May I request your presence outside then? I have a few questions regarding your class." She could see the clear annoyance on her face as she dropped her lunch back in the container and pursued Bonnibel around the opposite corner. And as if on que, Ms. Lopez scanned her surroundings before pulling up a contraband item and quickly moving out the room. For once things were going their way. It took courage for Marceline to spring from around the corner in which she hid and into the lounge for teachers. Like any other day she searched, she unzipped the bulky leather purse and fished her hand inside for the pack, the square box finding refuge in her grasp. With Bonnie holding up the spare teacher, Marceline didn't hesitate to pull up two twenties from the wallet pouch they resided in and make her escape from the room as quick as possible. Cigarettes for them, money for Lsp. Back to the corner and down the hall towards the exit, she could feel the eyes of Bonnibel following her all until the exit door blocked her view. Marcy was very thankful for her agility, and not only that but Bonnibel. There would be no way she could succeed at such thing without her, but she couldn't help but feel a bit bad. Marcy had been noting for sometime now how she was shattering the little innocence left in Bonnibel and how- No. She quickly cut off the negative thoughts. There was no time for such foolishness. Just when she went through all that trouble to earn back her friendship, there was no way she was going to lose it. Marceline trampled the grass in a grateful skip as she neared the tree. Her back hitting the rough bark, she sunk into the grass below her. She was able to pull her backpack from behind her and slip her luckly lighter into her hand. It was running utterly low on fuel, another would be snuck in though. She had been able to get so many things in and out of the school to the point where she questions the authority. It was better not to jinx her luck, so as a consequence, she pulled up a tobacco stick and perched it in her mouth. A minute or two afterwards, Bonnibel stamped her way with a adrenaline rush pulsing through her veins. "Holy shit Marcy." Her filter free mouth was back. Marceline could only smile at the triumph that played across her face. "I know that's not one of the most baddest things we've done here but oh my glob I feel great." "That's the feeling of your bad girl side taking over." She kidded, Bonnie stoping short of her glee and plopping down next to Marcy, shoulder to shoulder. Bonnibel didn't even have to ask for one of the tobacco sticks, for Marceline already handed her one with a lit end. It took a bit for the atmosphere around them to relax, only a few puffs of smoke and a bit of silence. "So." The smoke oozed from her mouth from the words before inhaling. "What were you planning to tell me? Ya know, the conversation that you would so call save for a smoke." She air quoted with her fingers. Bonnie was quick to protest, blowing a gush of smoke in the face of her friend. "Aren't we supposed to be studying?" "To many ashes would smear the paper and ruin the content." She did have a point. "Wellll" she dragged. Marcy blew a cloud of the grey gas and gave her the fullest of attention. "I did say I would tell you." Bonnie said as told. "I've been thinking over what you told me a while back.. Your uh, proposition." "Mhm." Marcy probed on. "Marceline Abadeer, I will do the utmost honors of spending summer with you." Marcy couldn't express the amount of joy with her words, so they alternatively filled her cheeks with red. She was to excited to even take a drag from her cigarette, throwing her arms over Bonnie's shoulder and giving her a proud shake. "I promise you, you'll have the best summer ever, I can guarantee it. There's so many places I wanna show you already like-" Marcy would've continued her proud father like ramble if something hadn't dampened the mood. There was always someone that brought such a negative demeanor along with them, so her eyes didn't have to face the person to know who. "Looky what we have here." The sly fox voiced. Marcy instantly lowered her brows downward and stared up at the speaker. No other than Vivian hovered over the both of them. No longer was she afraid of the consequences, for The girl had nothing on her. "Marcy, a word?" It was more of a demand than a question. Marcy chose to spit a sour comment her way but Bonnie had beat her to it. "Whatever you have to say to her, you can say to me." Vivian only laughed. "Well sure thing Bonnie boo!" She voiced in a deceitful nature. "My good friend Marcy here." She slung her hand in her direction. "Was supposed to hold up on her side of our little deal but she can't even do thay right." "The deal is off Vivian." She was now on her feet. Her voice was cold as ice. Vivi cackled. "Now Marcy let's be smart about this, you know the result of what your doing." It was her turn to laugh now. "And you should know yours too." And there she did it, flashing one of the multiple photos from her pocket and to the face of the perpetrator. Her face was wiped of any trace of humor. It was quiet for a full minute or so, Vivi not sure how to react to the photos. She gritted her teeth in silence. Unsure whether she was going to speak or not, Marceline did so. "I have more than one of these, and each and every one of them can wind up in the hands of your mother from an anonymous source. You wouldn't want that would you?" Vivian had submissed to her in complete envy, shaking her her head in a slow angered manner. "So you stop. Leave me and Bonnibel alone and these stay along with me. If you try something, you should know where these will end up." Vivian couldn't risk that Jeopardy. Her mother knew nothing of her outside life and anything leading to it would unravel her piece by piece, and Marcy knew that. "Do you understand?" Marcy mouthed off to her. It took a second for her to comply, shaking her head in shame. She turned on her heels, ready to walk away when Marceline stopped her. "Oh yeah Vivian, I almost forgot." Marcy watched the girl shift on her heels in a spin right before she sent a scrunched hand in her direction. Vivi's check was instanly greeted with the boney knots, sending her buckling down to the earth beneath her. Bonnibel was quick to race from the tree and prevent Marceline from sending another blow to the floor bound girl. "Marcy stop!" Bonnibel wasn't sure as to why she was even stoping it from happening, if anything, Vivian deserved this the most. But she couldn't stop the sympathy from her good side from sprouting. Vivan only held the throbbing side of her face and looked up at Marcy with eyes that could freeze a man to death. "I request a round. Me and you." Vivian said the old slang used throughout the school, a round being described as one last final brawl to settle any bad blood betwen two people. Marceline got into plenty of those over the years. "What make you think I'll say yes?" Vivan massaged the growing swell on her cheek and hurled a wad of red colored spit on the ground. "Because I know you, Marceline. I know you wanna bash my face in and that you won't be able to rest until you do, even if I win with you trying." The words she spoke were desperately true. Marcy hadn't been able to rest with the thought of Vivian roaming free of any sort of injurys or flaws this whole time after all she's been through. She wanted nothing more than to beat in her face, and now was her final chance. "Fine. A round, tomorrow, here farther in the feild, after therapy prep." And there she left with Bonnie, leaving a recovering Vivian in the grass.