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It was just a normal January day.

Everything was as mundane as it had ever been. Bonnie went to her classes, focused on her work, ate lunch with her friends and then went to the library with Marceline for some study time. School passed by quickly and easily, and as per the revision timetable she'd drawn up, Marceline came back to Bonnie's with her for more studying. She was taking things seriously; Bonnie would make sure that Marceline graduated at the end of March. Not just that but graduated with flying colours. She was expecting straight A's.

It was a nice distraction, helping her girlfriend study. Partially because she'd missed studying with someone else – her revision hadn't been the same since moving away from Bubba – but also because studying with Marceline gave her the added bonus of those tiny little displays of affection. Bonnie's hand would find its way through Marceline's hair, or Marceline would sit close to her, arm around her shoulders, absentmindedly tracing little patterns against Bonnie's skin. And there were nice kissing breaks, too.

But sometimes, those things made her feel a little bit sad. Because she'd remember the reason they were studying so hard, and remember that Marceline would be leaving. She'd be going off to the west coast and never looking back. And Bonnie didn't know if she'd be going with her, because she'd received an email that morning telling her that her Oxford application had been successful. She still hadn't said anything.

"I'm never going to understand this," Marceline said with a resigned finality, snapping Bonnie from her thoughts, "My brain just doesn't work like that. It's not all scientific like yours. Can you take my tests for me and I'll do your art stuff?"

Bonnie laughed. "I'm afraid that's not how it works. Come on, let me go through it again. Once you learn the rules, it's not so bad."

"Ugh," Marceline buried her face in Bonnie's shoulder, and Bonnibel put an arm around her waist as she flicked back to the start of the chapter on kinematics. "There's no use. I think my brain is fried. Can we take a break? Give me time to recover?"

Bonnie bit back the no on the tip of her tongue. She might push herself until she dropped, but she was trying to get a hold on that. Sighing, she nodded, her hand finding its way to Marceline's hair. "I suppose so. Would you like some tea?"

"Let me make it," Marceline surfaced from her hiding place in the bend of Bonnie's neck and pushed herself up from the bed, "It's the least I can do when you're spending all this time helping me."

Usually, she would protest – especially because she'd be studying anyway – but instead, she only nodded. "Alright then. You know, you're probably the only American who knows how to make a good cup of tea."

Marceline flashed a grin on her way out of Bonnie's bedroom door. "Well, I had the best teacher."

Bonnie watched as she whirled out of the room, a small, soft smile lingering on her lips. Her heart clenched a little bit when she remembered the whole reason Marceline was here. Because she'd be leaving. Bonnie had to stick around until graduation at the end of May. Two months without Marceline. She'd never been without her before. The longest Bonnie had ever gone without seeing her were those eight days in summer when she'd been avoiding her, and that had been painful enough.

Perhaps she was getting a little bit clingy. Lately, they'd been seeing each other every day. Bonnie had even broken her rule about sleepovers on school nights, once it truly sunk in that Marceline would be leaving. She used the studying excuse, but really, it was because she had realised just how much she was going to miss her. And she would miss her – she'd even miss the moments when Marceline was trying to get on her last nerve, licking her or mimicking her or sticking her feet in Bonnie's face.