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Bonnibel dropped her sunglasses over her eyes and leaned back on her beach towel. She couldn't believe how warm it was; she was already starting to tan slightly, and considering it was late March, that was amazing. Usually it was still cold in England.

(Usually it was still cold in England in July, but whatever.)

She picked up her phone from where it was sat next to her on the towel and switched songs. Additionally, she used that as an excuse to check for any texts from M, but there weren't any. All that she had in her messages were things she'd already opened – the text from Lady inviting her to the beach, the text from Elle demanding she'd go to the beach and the texts from Phoebe telling her that it was okay if she didn't want to go to the beach. She checked Facebook out of habit, but found nothing aside from a notification from Bubba, asking her to video chat soon, and the already opened message from Marceline telling her that she'd set off to come to her house from the other week.

She dropped her phone again and stretched out on her towel, pulling one earbud from her ear so she could listen to the conversation around her. Nothing too interesting was going on – Finn and Jake were discussing something named Deadpool, and Elle was ranting about Keila.

Wait, Keila? Usually, Marceline was the focus of Elle's gossip and ridiculous rumours. But now it was suddenly Keila who was the subject of interest.

Bonnie quickly interrupted before Fionna could add something to whatever they were speculating. "What did Keila do?"

"I overheard her telling that boy she's friends with – Guy, I think he's called – that she's some sort of lesbian." Elle paused for emphasis, but it wasn't very long before she was talking again. "And I'm like, so confused, because she's had boyfriends before, so it doesn't make any sense."

Bonnibel froze in place and prayed that her initial shock hadn't been too obvious. Her heart was pounding so quickly that she worried its movement would be visible through her shirt and her muscles clenched in panic. She let out a shaky breath and tried to push the thoughts from her mind – of course, the one time they'd not been bothering her, they had to pop up somewhere.

She put on the best false smile she could and shrugged. "She told me she's pansexual. It means she doesn't care about gender, basically. I think that's what she said, anyway."

"That's a thing?" Phoebe wove her fingers through Finn's, and even in the state she was in, Bonnie managed a small laugh at how red he went. "Huh. Well, I guess that's just another thing our health and sex education classes missed."

Elle just shrugged. "Isn't that just being bi, though? There's hardly a difference."

"Keila would probably be able to explain it better than me," Bonnie was sure to tread carefully; she didn't want to blurt out anything that had been going on in her head lately, "but I think it's basically like the gender of a person doesn't matter to you."

Lady looked her over for a moment and Bonnibel rubbed at her thighs through the material of her dress in nervous habit. "Well, that's cool. Can we talk about something else now, though? Maybe about how Bonnie hasn't called Braco since the beach party."

Bonnibel had been hoping that her lack of contact with Braco wouldn't be brought up, but of course, Lady decided to voice the topic while Elle was there. Because that would end well, obviously. The only logical reasoning Bonnie could think of was that she'd noticed her discomfort on the topic of sexualities and had decided to change the subject.

(If that was it, then it wasn't a very good subject change.)

Elle all but screeched at this revelation. "What? Didn't you like him? Do you not like anyone? Are you some sort of Mormon?"