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She'd decided to take a leaf out of Marceline's book.

Bonnie had wanted to get out of the house, so she'd decided to walk around to Marceline's and see if she was doing anything. She hadn't texted at all, so she resolved that if Marceline's car wasn't in the driveway when she walked by, she'd go home and maybe text Lady. Or probably video chat with Bubba.

There was only one car in the driveway when she got there, but thankfully, it was Marceline's. Bonnie assumed that was some kind of trend – only one car in the house's driveway – because she'd gathered from everything she'd said that Marceline didn't like being home when her dad was. Maybe that was why she always showed up at Bonnie's unannounced.

She walked up to the front door and knocked curtly. Unlike Marceline, she wasn't going to check if the door was unlocked and walk right on in like she owned the place. She waited for a few moments, but when there wasn't any movement inside, she knocked again, a little louder.

The front door finally swung open, but it wasn't Marceline. Marshall sent her a broad grin, "Hey, Bonnie. You here to see you know who?"

He wiggled his eyebrows, and Bonnie immediately regretted telling him that part of the whole gay thing. Should've just left it at I like girls. "Might be. I'm guessing she's here, since her car is."

"In her room," Marshall gestured towards the stairs, and as Bonnie started taking her shoes off, he laughed, "You don't need to do that when dad's not home."

Bonnie shrugged. "Just politeness."

"No wonder he likes you so much," Marshall commented, and Bonnie felt slightly guilty. She knew it wasn't her fault that Mr Abadeer's parenting methods were less than satisfactory, but she still felt bad about it. She was just grateful that Marceline didn't hold it against her. "And my sister likes you. Damn, they've actually got something in common."

Bonnie didn't laugh, just forced a smile. She had a feeling that Marshall was more than a little oblivious to the way his father's comments bothered Marceline. She changed the subject, "She's not busy, is she? I don't want to bother her."

"Nah, and she wouldn't care if she was since it's you," Marshall shrugged, "do you mind asking her if she'll give me a ride to Guy's place? She'd probably say no if I asked, but if you do it then..."

"I'll ask," Bonnie said, catching on, the butterflies in her tummy fluttering hopefully, "but no promises that she'll say yes."

He grinned at her as she turned and headed up the stairs, "Thanks, Bonnie."

She made her way to Marceline's bedroom and hesitated at the door. If the roles were reversed, Marceline would waltz in without knocking, with a sup, nerd, and flop down on Bonnie's bed, probably making some sarcastic comment about how it was too small. Bonnie knocked quietly and chuckled to herself when Marceline called, "What do you want, ya dingus? I'm busy."

Bonnie opened the door and said, "Dingus? That's a new one."

"Oh," Marceline looked up from the guitar she was clearly restringing, and her face broke out into a dazzling grin. She was in grey sweatpants and a t-shirt, her wild hair pulled back into a loose ponytail, and she still somehow managed to look perfect. "Bonnie! Hey. Ever heard of calling a person first?"

Bonnie rolled her eyes but adored the playful smile on Marceline's face, "I don't actually have a phone, so..."

"So, I was texting your doppelganger? Got it." Marceline sent her a mock glare and said, "Get out of my house, princess."

Bonnie laughed, "You look like an angry puppy."

"Oh, shut up," Marceline's fake glare melted away to that soft smile, "come sit. Unlike you, I have a normal person sized bed."