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tw for homophobia

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She procrastinated it for two weeks.

Bonnibel wasn't usually the procrastination type. Ordinarily, if she intended to do something, she would get it done pronto. But this... it's almost like her brain knew just how much it would mess her up and she couldn't physically psyche herself up to doing it. The landline phone rang exactly seventeen times in those two weeks. Bonnie never answered it, and she begged Peter not to, either. If she was going to speak to her parents, it had to be on her terms.

She threw herself into her work instead, and admittedly became more than a little bit brutal when it came to helping Marceline. She watched over her like a studious dictator, practically jailing her in the library every breaktime, until finally, in their shared Wednesday free period, it hit a breaking point.

"Okay," Marceline slammed the chemistry textbook shut, and when Bonnie went to immediately open it again, she put her hand over the cover. "You're getting all aggressive with this, so that means you're losing it. I've tried to give you the space to think about things, but you're freaking me out. Talk to me."

Bonnie opened her mouth, the natural defences coming into play. Her walls went up, but then something rather unusual happened. It was like little, inside Bonnie peeked over the walls, and saw only her concerned girlfriend. She could keep her defences up. She could snap like she usually would when things got a little bit too personal. Or she could open up to her.

The traditional none of your business died before it was spoken, and Bonnie just sighed. "I just- I keep thinking about that phone call. The one I have to make. She keeps ringing the house."

"I figured," Marceline's hand went from the cover of the textbook to on top of Bonnie's, resting there gently. Bonnie twisted hers palm-up and locked their fingers together. "I know you can be brave and face up to it when you're ready. Maybe you should do it tonight. I'll be there if you need me to be. Just stop trying to kill me with studying."

Bonnie's laugh came out in a half a sigh. "I'm sorry for being so tough on you lately. I just- working helps me forget about it, you know?"

"I know," Marceline said, and then swiped the textbook and notebooks from the table. She crammed everything in her backpack and to top it all off, stole Bonnie's pencil case. "We're done for the day."

"No," Bonnie shook her head and folded her arms over her chest. Regardless of distractions, they still had a strict schedule to keep. "You don't say when we're done. I say when we're done. Give me back my pencil case and notebook."

"Nope," Marceline stood up and tucked her chair into the table, pulling her backpack onto her shoulders. "We're going to go outside and play in the snow."

Bonnie glanced out of the window at the snow-covered football field. She barked out a laugh. "Play in the snow? Do you want to graduate? You have a month and a half of material you'll miss that we have to self-teach. We don't have time to play in the snow."

Marceline just laughed, grabbing her hand and pulling her up. "We've got plenty of time. Come on. Get your coat on."

Bonnie glowered at her as Marceline draped her coat around her shoulders and picked up her bag. "Fine, but if you fail chemistry, it's on your head."

"Relax, Bon, I'm not going to give you a bad teaching review if I fail anything," Marceline rolled her eyes, dragging a reluctant Bonnie out of the library and down the hall. "Besides, you've been so aggressive with the studying lately that I'm just making up for lost break time."