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bonnie isobel sawyer
mommy always called you 'her little princess'. she treated you that way, too, and you absolutely loved it. at four years old, you would extend your tiny little arms, making grabby hands at a candy pink dress and say 'mine'. five minutes later, mommy was paying for it at the cash register and you had already changed into the dress. she never told you no, mommy always gave you what you wanted. daddy told her to spoil you less, but she wouldn't hear it. 'princesses are supposed to be spoiled' she would say. you couldn't agree more.
you didn’t have many friends at school. they all thought you were weird and stuck up, but how was it your fault that you were smarter than all of them? you were only helping them by telling them what they did wrong and correcting their mistakes, because if you didn’t they would never learn.
mommy and daddy fought a lot. they didn’t think you could hear them, upstairs in your room playing with your dolls, but you could. you could always hear the yelling, even though you tried very hard to ignore it. some days the fights were longer than others, other days they ended quickly. abruptly. often with the sound of something being thrown around the room. one day, you went downstairs after yet another fight. pieces of glass and what looked like plates were shattered around the kitchen. mommy sat at the counter, pouring yet another glass of wine. ‘where’s daddy?’ you asked. ‘daddy’s gone’ she replied.
the bastard never even said goodbye to you.
you were excited to start high school, even spent four hours picking out the perfect outfit the night before. you asked mommy to help you, but she was too busy with boyfriend number four, or five, you honestly couldn’t keep up with it anymore. ever since daddy left, she never really seemed to have time for you anymore. ‘you remind me of him’ was her excuse.
unfortunately, school remained school, and high school wasn’t very different. people didn’t really seem you like you very much, and you had no idea why. girls called you a show off for always dressing up nice, boys called you a prude because you wouldn’t kiss them behind the bleachers. on top of that, you did well in all your classes, so they also called you a nerd. mommy told you to act less smart, that way they would like you more, but you weren’t about to do that. you liked being smart and knowing things, why on earth would you give up on the one thing you actually liked about school.
well, one of the two things, to be exact.
you met her in band class, a terrible attempt at trying to be creative, you literally quit the day after. at least something good came from it, though. her name was marceline, but you called her marcy. she was your polar opposite, but also the prettiest girl you had ever seen.
she called you ’bubblegum’ and it made you laugh. you assumed it was because you liked pink so much, you even had pink in your hair when you met her. at first you thought it was ridiculous, but eventually the name grew on you. you ended up liking it. it was a name only she called you. mommy didn’t like her very much. she told you that she wasn’t good enough for you, that you deserved better, and asked you why you couldn’t go out and find some cute boy. you told her you didn’t want some stupid boy, but apparently that was the wrong answer, because she stormed out and didn’t return until late at night, once again smelling of nothing but alcohol.
marcy was there for you, though. she always was, and while you didn’t always show it, you did appreciate it. she was the first person ever that you liked, really liked, and then loved. you were inseparable throughout high school and every moment spent with her was considered the best moment of your life. she accepted all your quirks and silly hobbies, the fact that you had science comics hidden in your bright pink bedroom and that you liked to collect bugs, despite mommy saying how gross they were. she was perfect for you.
of course you had to go and fuck it up.
he was kind of cute. you hadn’t even looked at another person that way since you and marcy got together, especially not one of your mutual friends, but under the influence of a lot of wine, you couldn’t help but do so anyway. besides, there was nothing wrong with just looking, right? as long as it stayed at that. perhaps some light flirting, too. it was all completely innocent. but then he kissed you, and you found yourself kissing him back, and liking it. you don’t remember what else happened exactly, all you know is that you woke up in a bed that was not yours next to a boy that was obviously not your girlfriend, which was all you really needed to draw your own conclusions.
you distanced yourself from marcy after it happened. a little at first, but more and more over time. you thought you’d be able to simply push it to the back of your mind, convinced yourself that she didn’t need to know because it would only hurt her. the boy meant nothing to you, he was just a friend – and not even that anymore, so why would you bother her with it? eventually, though, the guilt started eating away at you. you could barely look her in the eye without bursting into tears of shame. you ended up doing what you thought was best at the time and let her go, sparing her any future pain you could possibly cause.
when you told mommy what happened, all she said was ‘i told you so’. perhaps she was right, perhaps she did always know better, but that didn’t stop you from being sad and wishing she could’ve been a bit more compassionate about it. you didn’t handle the break up very well, despite it being all your fault. in all honesty, that just made it harder to live with. you deferred college for a year, not feeling like you could handle sitting in a classroom and pretending everything was right, no matter how much you were actually looking forward to it before.
in the end you weren’t willing to give up two things you loved, though. so you went to college, and it was fun – still is. surrounded by smart people who are actually interested in the same things you are, you actually managed to make some friends.
still, you find yourself missing her every single day.
princess bubblegum from adventure time
occupation: biochemistry student
birthday: april 18, 1994
face claim: jessica jung
Hey Moon! I thoroughly enjoyed reading Bonnie's app and the highs and lows of her life that has shaped her. I found her relationship with Marceline interesting to read because of the opposites attract nature. It makes me very excited to see where their interactions lead once their paths cross again.
Congrats and don't forget your claims!