Modern!AU. Marceline goes to the water park, and tries to think of ways to get the attention of the hot body guard. She ends up almost dying. It's a good thing that Bonnibel was there to save her.

Marceline's heart skipped a beat. Despite her best efforts, there was a little bit of drool pooling in her mouth. In front of her was the most attractive woman she'd seen all day. And, at this nice water park, she had seen a whole lot of fine women. Scantily clad in bikinis.

The life guard in front of her was bending over, her tight, bright red swimsuit squeezing in all the right places. This lifeguard definitely had a bubble butt. Round, not too small, not too big. Marceline almost groaned at the sight. It had been months since she had a good kiss. Or, anything else of that matter. The lifeguard stood up, her pale skin glistening from the water she had just emerged from. She was a little more tan than Marceline, but not by a lot. She had freckles, too. They are sprinkled across her shoulders, back, neck, cheeks, scattered like dust in the wind. She slung a towel over her shoulder. Her pink, yes, pink, hair flipped. The life guard's gray eyes flicked up to Marceline, who was definitely now staring. Red tinted Marceline's cheeks as she was forced to look away.

Jake nudged Marceline in the ribs, glancing at her knowingly. Finn was clueless, almost bouncing where he stood. He had waited all summer for this moment. Finn loved the water park. It was only July, but he had been begging since school was let out. The group simply did not have time to do it before, Marceline was busy with college visits, applications, and band matters. Jake was dealing with his pregnant girlfriend, who recently gave birth to a single child. The pregnancy had been a mistake. Jake muttered something about a broken condom whenever the subject came up. He was going to be a good dad, he would try his best.

Phoebe didn't even bother to apply sunblock. Her almost brown skin did enough protecting, she claimed. Finn was excited to spend some alone time, as he put it, with her. It was kind of cute, how whipped he was for the freshman girl. Marceline and Jake were graduating this year. Finn, like Phoebe, was a freshman. Their group was tight knit. Sometimes there would be crossovers of Marceline's band mates and her general friend group. They all got along, much to Marceline's surprise.

"I think that life guard you were staring at is that one senior who almost completed college by the time she graduated," Jake said, scratching his ghost of a goatee. The blonde fuzz was starting to grow out considerably. His hair was overgrown.

Marceline squinted at the lifeguard, who was just taking a seat at the top of the watch tower. "No way," She muttered. "I would have recognized her."

"It's definitely her," Jake repeated with more confidence.

"Nah," Marceline shook her head. "Bonnibel wasn't that hot."

"Maybe you were just blind," Finn pointed out.

"Wrong," Marceline said. She gave Finn a shove.

The group starting to unpack their belongings at a table they claimed as their own. Finn brought the most stuff by far. He brought swim toys, goggles, floaties, a tube. It was pretty ridiculous, Marceline thought. Said boy pulled his shirt off, messing up his short blonde hair. He once had very long, long, blonde hair. Kids at school would call him Rapunzel. But Finn was growing out his hair to donate to an organization that turned hair into wigs for kids with cancer. So now, the freshman had almost a buzz cut. Phoebe ruffled the stubs of Finn's hair, and the poor kid almost turned red at the action. Phoebe took her own shirt and shorts off. Jake did the same. Marceline unbuttoned her red and black flannel, and shrugged it off, leaving it a pile on the floor. She decided to keep her shorts on. There was no point in wearing a bikini bottom. Too much maintenance.

"Come on, Marce, what are you waiting for?" Jake asked.

The black-haired woman blinked out of her thoughts. "Sorry, I was just thinking."

"Just thinking about how hot that life guard is, huh?"

"Yeah," Marceline admitted. "I still don't think she's Bonnibel."

"What do you know? You were a hermit the first few years of high school."

Marceline scowled at Jake. He was still low-key terrified of the tall, lanky, girl. "Fuck off," She grunted.

Jake laughed nervously. "Can't blame you, though. New schools suck."

"Tell me about it," Phoebe added on with a roll of her eyes.

"Didn't you fail 8th grade twice Marceline?" Finn asked.

His question was met with a sharp elbow to the rib cage. "Learn some tact, brother," Jake said.

"Yeah I did, which is why I'm nineteen and a senior in high school. It's no big deal, really. Jake's eighteen. My band's either seventeen or eighteen. It all works out," She shrugged.

"So if you hadn't..." Finn trailed off.

"I would have been in Bonnibel's grade, yeah."

"Huh."

"Finn can you get my back?" Jake asked. He tossed the bottle of sunscreen to Finn, who in turn, slathered the substance on Jake's back. His brother returned the favor.

Marceline, throughout the entire conversation, had been vigorously applying several layers of sunscreen onto her pale, porcelain-like skin. Phoebe applied the substance to her back when Marceline asked.

"Nice bikini top," Phoebe commented.

The pale woman glanced down to her red and black bikini. She smirked. "Thanks, Pheebs."

"You guys ready to go?" Jake asked, stretching.

"Heck yeah, let's go to the wave pool!" Finn exclaimed, snagging a pair of goggles off the glass table and dashing towards the pool.

"I was hoping he'd say that," Marceline smiled. "That's the best part of the whole park!"

"The slides are better," Phoebe pointed out.

Jake shook his head, joining the two girls in their calm walk to the wave pool. "No, it's the Lazy River that's the best."

"Jake," The black-haired woman chuckled. "You are a lazy river."

"Especially the lazy part," Phoebe added on.

"Hey!" The blonde man protested. "That's not very nice. I hope you guys drown."

"That's not very nice, either," Marceline countered. She watched the hot lifeguard change stations. She walked over to the wave pool. An idea sprung to Marceline's mind. "Speaking of drowning...What would I give for that life guard to give me mouth to mouth?"

At that point, Phoebe broke off running after Finn. Jake snickered. "Young love."

"Puppy love," Marceline agreed. "Do you think if I drown, she'll save me?"

"It's her job, isn't it?"

"I know, but I don't want some nasty dude guard putting his mouth on my mouth, you know?"

"Hmmm..." Jake hummed, scratching his chin. "You're not seriously considering drowning yourself to get her attention, are you?"

"Of course I am," Marceline said.

"Why don't you just try talking to her?"

Marceline shook her head. "That'd be too simple."

"Go figure," Jake sighed. "Can you at least try?"

"No?"

"Ugh. Fine. What do you have in mind?"

"You distract the other lifeguards, I go 'drown' myself, and the hot lady saves me. I thank her endlessly. It's the perfect ice breaker," Marceline beamed.

"A simple 'hello' could suffice too, don't you think?"

"No."

"And you think drowning yourself will give her the right impression of you?"

"Well...no."

"How about we just go swimming?" Jake asked. "And if you drown, you drown," He added playfully.

"Seems fair to me," Marceline said as she wadded into the luke warm water. The sun beat down on her skin, she could feel how it prickled against her skin. It was a good thing she lathered the sunscreen on beforehand.

She and the life guard made eye contact. This time, the life guard didn't break it. Marceline waved, putting on her best smirk. She could see the way the guard's throat bobbed up and down, even from all the way over there. The black-haired woman went to the edge of the wave pool. She propped herself up, or at least tried, on the ledge. The life guard raised an eyebrow, her whistle about to blow. She spit the whistle out.

"Stay off the ledge," She said. Her voice was sweet. Like sugar.

"Sorry," Marceline apologized, a little sheepish. "I have a quick question, though."

"Go on."

"If I drown, will you save me?" Marceline asked, feigning worry. "I-I I am not the best swimmer. I don't wanna die..."

The life guard's eyes lit up. "Of course I'll rescue you, that's my job, being a life guard and all. Go have fun, but don't over extend yourself, okay? I would rather not have to save you from drowning."

"A-alright," Marceline fake stammered. "And if I do, sorry in advance..."

"If you need to get out of the pool, just yell for me, okay?"

"Okay. What's your name?" Marceline asked, this time, she was a little timid about it.

"Bonnibel. And yours is?"

"Marceline."

"Pleasure to meet you. I think your friend is waving at you."

Marceline turned to look over her shoulder. Lo and behold, Phoebe was frantically waving Marceline over. Finn and Jake had gotten into a very intense bout of water wrestling. Judging from the redhead's expression, she wanted Marceline to break it up. With a sigh, and a long glance back at Bonnibel, she swam towards the three of her friends.

The waves started to begin. The pool started to grow more and more crowded, which made Marceline uncomfortable. She wasn't the best swimmer, and that was the truth. As a young child she had taken lessons, but she never felt comfortable in water that was surrounded by a bunch of other people. She wasn't like Finn, who was practically a fish. She wanted space to move. She was now deep enough where she could not touch the bottom of the pool with the tips of her toes. The waves made it even more difficult to stay afloat, but it was fun to roll across them. Marceline avoided a particularly large group of people, trying to reach her friends that were in the deepest section of the pool. Of course they had to be at the deepest part of the pool.

Marceline focused on kicking ahead. She did not pay attention to the flying elbow that came from a massive, morbidly obese, man. The elbow flew right into her nose. She was blinded from pain, and her hands went to her nose, cupping it. She went dizzy from pain, and started to sink below the water's surface. She opened her eyes to find herself under the water. Her lungs burned, both from the pain of the blow from her nose, and from the lack of air. She had to resist the urge to gasp, to fill her lungs with water, but the instinct for air fought out against her will. She breathed the water in, and she could not cough it out. She sunk further still. Her vision started to go black.

And then, air collided against her fist. A strong arm was around her shoulders. Splashing sounds echoed around her ears, half-conscious, half not so much. She could feel, albeit distantly, her body being dragged across the rough concrete shore of the wave pool. And then, she passed out completely for a brief few seconds.

She woke to the sound of her own coughing, and water being expelled from her lungs. She squinted and saw the lifeguard, Bonnibel over her. She coughed again, this time less violent. She took a deep breath in, trying to steady her racing heart.

"Are you okay?" Bonnibel asked.

Marceline groaned in response. "Sort of?"

"I saw you take that hit to the face. I was actually kind of watching you the entire time, making sure you got out okay."

"T-thanks."

"Just doing my job."

"My nose fucking hurts."

"I'll get an ice pack."

Bonnibel returned with an ice pack in hand. She gave Marceline it. The black-haired woman sat up, and pressed the ice to her nose. She trembled and shivered. Soon, a towel was draped over her shoulders.

"You're too cute to be drowning like that," Bonnibel said. She blinked. "That was a little creepy, wasn't it? Sorry."

Marceline snorted, which only made her nose hurt more. "Not as creepy as wanting to drown on purpose so that the hot lifeguard would save you. Not that this was on purpose, or anything. I have more dignity than that."

Bonnibel's lips turned up into a smile.

"Was hoping for a little mouth to mouth, but I guess we all can't be that lucky."

"You almost drowned," Bonnibel rolled her eyes.

Marceline chuckled, and laid back down on the ground. "Yeah…"

"You're lucky my shift is done."

"Why's that?"

"I'd get in trouble for acting unprofessional to the water park patrons."

"We haven't gotten inappropriate!" Marceline exclaimed.

"Hitting on the person you just saved from drowning is pretty inappropriate."

"Nah, it's pretty awesome, how I see it. And I think we could manage being even a little more 'unprofessional'," Marceline said.

"Not in public," Bonnibel mused.