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i wasn't going to post today but it's my 23rd birthday and i'm feeling nice so ur welcome

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New Year's Eve was never a holiday Bonnie spent much time thinking about. It hadn't really been something she'd ever celebrated. Last year, she'd been unknowingly texting Marceline while she was home alone, and the year before that, she'd just watched movies with Bubba. She'd never been to a big New Year's party, and to be honest, she didn't really want to.

When the 31st rolled around, she expected a nice, quiet night in. Maybe with a book and a cup of tea. She didn't even get out of pyjamas.

That was how Marceline found her when she strolled through Bonnie's bedroom door like she owned the place. She paused in the doorframe, looking her up and down rather obviously.

Bonnie stared up at her expectantly from where she was lounging in her bed, her duvet covering her legs for warmth, using her thumb to mark her page in her book. "Yes?"

"You're in your pyjamas?" Marceline frowned at her. "Why, exactly?"

"Because I don't have any other plans, and I like to be comfortable when I'm reading." Bonnie held up her book for emphasis. "Unless... did you text me?"

Marceline laughed. "When do I ever text you to tell you that I'm coming over?"

"Fair point," Bonnie agreed, letting out a quiet little chuckle, "I just didn't expect you today. You know, since it's New Year's Eve. I assumed there'd be some party on that you'd be going to with your friends."

"Are you serious right now, Bon?" Marceline kicked her bedroom door shut and got herself comfortable on the bed next to Bonnie. "You didn't expect me on New Year's Eve? Dude, I want my midnight New Year's kiss."

"Oh," Bonnie realised, and pecked her on the lips despite the fact it isn't midnight. "There you go. A whole six hours early."

Marceline elevated an eyebrow questioningly. "You don't want to kiss me at midnight?"

"No, it's not that," Bonnie found her bookmark and placed her book down on her bedside table, "I'd actually really love it if the first thing I do in the new year is kiss you. But I just... really, really don't fancy a party. And I also want you to go and have a good time."

"Well, I was just going to invite you over to Keila's," Marceline said, "that's not really a party. But if you don't want to go out, I'm cool hanging here with you."

Bonnie hummed in thought, and her hand absentmindedly found its way to Marceline's shoulder, where she traced little heart patterns with her finger. "Define not really a party."

"Well, for starters, it's just going to be me, Keila, my brother, Guy and Bongo," Marceline said, "and you, if you're down. We were just going to get drunk, probably play random pop punk covers and order a lot of pizza. And then fall asleep on Keila's basement floor."

Bonnie smiled. "I like all parts of that plan besides the basement floor. At least give me a bed, Marcy."

"Okay, we can claim the guest room. Keila will back us." Marceline said, and Bonnie pouted just a little bit when her girlfriend jumped up, looking adorably animated, and whirled around to her closet. "Can I pick your outfit?"

Bonnibel laughed. It was an odd request, but a nice one all the same. "Of course, darling."

Marceline flung open the closet doors and flicked through the available choices. "You know, I would make some kind of closet joke, but I can't actually think of one."

Bonnie tried to do that for her, but before she could even muse over the numerous possibilities, Marceline closed the closet doors and walked over to her with a pair of blue jeans and a white polo shirt that must be Peter's and had accidentally fallen in with her things. "That's what you're going with?"