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slight trigger warning for hunson/referenced abuse in this chapter

also yes i know it's been a month and i'm aware that the updates on this have slowed down but i honestly kinda burnt myself out writing this at the pace i was writing it at

but rest assured it will get finished i'm determined that much and i'm so close to the end anyway (i predicted 73 chapters but it might actually end up 74) but it might take me some time. if you're a catradora shipper i've written some stuff for them recently over on my ao3 here so you can read that while you wait - https://archiveofourown.org/works?utf8=%E2%9C%93&commit=Sort+and+Filter&work_search%5Bsort_column%5D=revised_at&include_work_search%5Brelationship_ids%5D%5B%5D=14175197&work_search%5Bother_tag_names%5D=&work_search%5Bexcluded_tag_names%5D=&work_search%5Bcrossover%5D=&work_search%5Bcomplete%5D=&work_search%5Bwords_from%5D=&work_search%5Bwords_to%5D=&work_search%5Bdate_from%5D=&work_search%5Bdate_to%5D=&work_search%5Bquery%5D=&work_search%5Blanguage_id%5D=&user_id=laurenjauregui

anyway onwards with the story!!

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"Hey, do you think I should get my nipples pierced?"

Bonnie looked up from her German textbook with a frown. Keila looked genuine, like she was actually waiting for an answer. "What an odd question to ask in the middle of class."

"Well, when else am I going to ask questions?" Keila rolled her eyes, and Bonnie had to admit that she had a point. She finished jotting down the last answer to their mini reading test and didn't bother scolding Keila when she leaned over and copied it. "Anyway, do you think it'd be hot?"

"The only nipples I'm concerned about are Marceline's," Bonnie said, and then realised how that sounded, "that came out wrong."

"Actually, I'm pretty sure it came out right," Keila smirked at her, "Imagine they're hers, then. Sexy, or no?"

Bonnie hummed in thought, eventually shrugging. "Yeah, maybe. I do think her nose piercing is attractive, so... I'd probably find that kind of piercing attractive, too."

"Definitely going to find a cool piercing shop the moment we're unpacked, then. Maybe I'll make Marce do it, too. That'll be a nice surprise for you." Keila laughed, and Bonnie's smile sort of died at the reminder that today was Marceline, Keila, Guy and Bongo's last day of school. Keila noticed her mood drop, because she nudged her with a softer smile. "Dude, perk up. You know Marceline will call you like, every second of every day, right? And we're not even leaving yet, we've still got a week of packing and junk."

"Yeah, I know, I just..." Bonnie sighed, "I'll really miss her. I'll miss you blatantly copying all my German work too."

Keila scoffed, "Pfft, what? I don't copy your work, you've got no proof."

"Mhm, sure," Bonnie rolled her eyes, but then added, "on a serious note, though. Take care of Marceline."

"Been doing a pretty good job since I was seven, I don't think I'll slip up now just because we're in a different location," Keila shrugged easily, and as the bell rang, she grinned, grabbed her German folder, and aimed it perfectly at the trash can at the front of the room. It bounced in with a loud bang, and she waved at their rather irritated teacher. "Last time I ever have to figure out what's going on here. Later, losers."

Contrary to what she'd said, she didn't leave the classroom, and instead waited for Bonnie to pack all of her things away.

"I take it you're going to be soaking up as much Marceline time as you can get for the next week," Keila commented when Bonnie didn't divert off to the cafeteria to see her friends, "I knew you guys would be good together after I found out about that whole texting thing. Which was really thanks to me, so you're welcome."