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"You know, I find this movie hard to believe." Bonnie stated and stuffed her hand into the popcorn bowl. She pulled out a sizeable amount and rolled her eyes at the man on the screen. "She's much too good for him. Look at how pretty she is! He's just...mediocre."

"Mediocre?" Lady raised an eyebrow, an odd look in her eye. "Bonnie, that's Zac Efron. Do you not realise that he's like...every girl's dream?"

"Well, he isn't mine, apparently." Bonnie rolled her eyes as the couple on the screen kissed. Nothing. She felt absolutely nothing. Lady had assured her that she'd be in tears because of how adorable this movie was, and instead, Bonnie was sat shaking her head. Rom-coms really weren't her thing. "My type – as Elle so graciously puts it – must be something different."

Lady squinted at her, but didn't comment on what she'd said. Maybe she'd realised that it was a perfectly reasonable explanation. "Yeah, must be. Any other news on the Marshall front? Or the Braco front?"

Bonnie shook her head. "Nope. Marshall and I are in a strictly platonic relationship, and I didn't find Braco very interesting. They're both nice guys, they're just...again, not my type."

"They couldn't be more different." Lady pointed out, "Braco's like you – likes school, math, and science. All that stuff. Marshall is the complete opposite. I don't think there's many other guys different to those two to choose from."

Bonnie just shrugged. "Like I said, they're sweet guys. It's just that...I don't feel all jittery around them like Elle says I'm supposed to. I don't know, maybe I feel differently around people that I like. I mean, I should like them, shouldn't I?"

Lady frowned again, that weird, squinty frown where she looked like she was trying to read Bonnie as best she could, like something was written on her forehead in really tiny letters. "Can I ask you something?"

It was Bonnie's turn to frown. "That depends. What're you asking me about?"

"Romance. Love." Bonnie relaxed at Lady's response. Nothing too invasive there, then. "Relationships."

"That's alright," Bonnie sent her a soft smile, "Ask away."

"Promise me you won't get offended." Lady ordered, delaying the question further. "I mean, it's not really something that should offend you, but I don't know if you're...like, if you're okay with that kind of thing."

Bonnibel's smile twisted into a look of confusion. She really didn't follow any of that. "Lady? Just ask me. I'm kind of confused here."

Lady looked down at her feet and then back up to Bonnie, the question coming out rushed and blurted. "Are you gay?"

"What?" Bonnibel froze in place, her heart stopping and her blood going cold. How could Lady have assumed something like that? She was obviously straight. Right? "Of course I'm not."

"You're offended, aren't you?" Even though it was a question, it came out like a statement. Lady didn't seem very impressed by that.

Quickly, Bonnie shot that down. She wasn't homophobic in the slightest. She also wasn't gay in the slightest, either. "I'm not offended at all. I'm just a little bit...confused, I guess? About how you came to that conclusion."

Lady shrugged, keeping her gaze trained carefully on a lone coaster on the coffee table. Apparently facing Bonnie was hard to do. Weird. "Well, you've never had a boyfriend before, and you haven't shown interest in boys that other girls would kill to date. You also always talk about how the woman in romantic movies is 'too pretty' for the man she's with. Like earlier."

Bonnibel frowned down at her feet. Those were all valid points. "Oh. I hadn't realised that."

"I didn't mean to...I don't know, upset you?" Lady carefully responded, "You could be bisexual? Only you can figure that kind of thing out."