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There were heart stickers all over the corridors that looked like they'd sprung up overnight. Bonnie didn't remember being asked to create any decorations, so she assumed maybe one of the younger grades were asked. Or a few students just took it upon themselves to decorate.

Bonnie had a strong feeling which student that would be when Elle practically pounced on her and Lady the moment they left their history class. "Guys! Happy Valentine's Day!"

"I should've known you'd be one of the ones to celebrate," Bonnie commented once she was released from Elle's death grip, "Did you put up all of these decorations?"

"No, but they were my idea. The new guy I'm seeing... I'm probably not supposed to tell you guys this, but we're all friends here," Elle paused for dramatic effect, "he's Principal Citron's son. Leo! I kept telling him how much I love Valentine's Day, and he got his dad to allow decorations for me!"

Elle looked like she was literally about to swoon, but she composed herself long enough to ask, "Do you guys have any romantic V-day plans, then?"

Admittedly, Bonnie had kind of forgotten that Valentine's Day was a thing until about a week ago. She'd never cared for it, and never had anyone to celebrate with. But she had a girlfriend, so for the first time in her life, Bonnibel had a valentine. She hadn't asked Marceline about it; even though Marceline was not-so-secretly romantic, she still seemed the type to scoff at Valentine's Day.

"Jake's taking me out for dinner," Lady said, "I'm looking forward to it, we haven't actually done a legit date in forever."

"What about you, Bonnie?" Elle asked, "Do you and Marceline have any plans?"

"Not really," Bonnie hummed in thought, "I didn't actually ask her about it. And she didn't bring it up either. But I've never really cared for Valentine's Day, and she doesn't seem like she-"

"I don't seem like I what?" A familiar, teasing voice interrupted her, and Bonnie stopped in her tracks, spinning around to see the most beautiful girl in the world, twizzling a single red rose between her thumb and forefinger by the stem. "Care about Valentine's Day? Hm, alright. Guess I won't give you this, then."

Bonnie rolled her eyes and took the rose when Marceline held it out anyway. She was surprised at such an obvious romantic interaction in the middle of school – aside from handholding, Marceline had never been one for public displays of affection – but Bonnie leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Thank you, darling. I have a card and gift for you in my locker, if you'll come with us."

"I guess I could," Marceline took Bonnie's outstretched free hand and walked down the hallway with them without complaint. She surprised Bonnie even more when she looked around her to ask Elle, "Tell me you're not seeing Brad tonight."

Elle scoffed. "Please. I'm over that jerk. He actually had the nerve to text me last week. I told him where he could go."

"Was that place hell?" Marceline questioned, and when Elle hummed in affirmative, she nodded. "Good. Glad you've finally found some self-respect, girl. He didn't deserve you."

"Damn straight," Elle answered, and Bonnie wondered what the hell had happened at the winter dance. She meant to ask Marceline about it on the night, but they'd gotten a little... distracted. "Do something romantic for Bonnie tonight, will you? She's a Valentine's hater, she has to be converted."

"I'll do my best, captain," Marceline coupled with a mock salute, nudging Bonnie lightly, "I got something planned, anyway. I might've been conspiring with Peter."

"Colour me impressed," Lady commented, "I had you pegged as a hater too."

"Eh," Marceline shrugged easily, and Bonnie's heart fluttered at how open she was being, "who doesn't love a little bit of cheesiness and romanticism?"