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"Do you want to go to the winter dance with me?"

Bonnie blinked at the question, frowning at her girlfriend when she sat down in the seat beside her in the library. They were in their favourite corner – the one right by the window, with the perfect view of the snowy football field. "What did you just ask me?"

"You, me, winter dance?" Marceline asked again, and Bonnie realised she hadn't imagined it. "We don't have to if you're not interested."

"No, no," Bonnie shook her head, "I actually... I'd really like that. I just didn't think you'd be interested."

"Usually I wouldn't be," Marceline admitted, telling her exactly what she thought she knew, "but since I'm going after Spring break, I won't be around for senior prom, and I was kind of planning on taking you to that. So, I figured I could take you to the winter dance instead. If we get bored we can always split, but... I don't know. I guess I just want you to get the whole, like... going to the dance with someone you like thing."

It was so sweet, but it wasn't unexpectedly so, because Bonnie just knew that Marceline was sweet. She put her hand on top of her girlfriend's and smiled. "Of course I want to go to the dance with you. Maybe we can actually slow dance."

Marceline blushed. "Yeah. I'd like that."

And just because the mental image she had in her head was mouth-watering, Bonnie asked, "Can I ask you to wear something specific, or is that against dance etiquette?"

Marceline hummed. "Depends what you have in mind."

"A suit. You looked... very attractive in that shirt and tie when you were playing at prom." Bonnie said, her face flushing as she remembered it. "The whole thing would be positively... delightful."

Marceline flipped open her chemistry textbook with a rather arrogant grin. "Delightful, huh?"

"Don't get too full of yourself," Bonnie warned her, scooting a little bit closer to try and remind herself which chapter they were working on today. Purely for that. She didn't have any ulterior motives that involved the way Marceline's body felt pressed up against hers. "It was merely a suggestion, anyway. Because you looked gorgeous in that dress you wore in New York. Actually, I've changed my mind."

Marceline raised her eyebrows. "You want me to wear a dress now?"

"No, I just don't like you anymore," Bonnie made sure to flash Marceline a smile so she knew she was joking, "You are annoyingly attractive. Tell me you had an awkward phase, Marcy."

Her annoyingly attractive girlfriend still looked adorably confused. "Uh... a what now? Awkward phase? What's that?"

"You know, an awkward phase. Usually happens pre-puberty but sometimes in the early stages, when a person is around twelve or thirteen. Most people have them." Bonnie defined, conveniently neglecting to mention her own awkward phase. Her school tormentors had enjoyed mocking her braces, back when she'd had them. They'd mocked her glasses, too, but Marceline seemed to think they were cute. "I'm going to be really mad with you if you've just been consistently cute your whole life. Because I already know you were cute as a button as a little kid from those home videos we watched."

"Um... I don't know," Marceline frowned in thought, "did you have an awkward phase?"

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Yes, but we're not going to talk about that."

"That's more interesting than chemistry, so yes we are," Marceline closed her textbook rather unceremoniously and looked at her expectantly. Bonnie had to lean forwards to kiss the little dimple in her cheek. "Don't distract me with kisses, Bon. I want to know about your awkward phase. It'll help me figure out if I had one too."