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Bonnibel had come to a decision recently; she didn't like break times. It all seemed a little bit unnecessary to her. So, instead of hanging around with her friends and not really contributing much to the conversation, she'd decided that going to the library would be better use of her time. Studying in her break times seemed logical.

The crowded hallways were the main thing she disliked. They became congested with people, especially on a rainy day, and that kind of thing was horrible when she wanted to get somewhere.

After pushing past multiple people and calling a "Sorry," in their general direction, she finally arrived at the library. She pushed the door open and smiled at how empty it was. It was almost relaxing; pushing past people in crowded corridors meant brushing up against them, another thing that Bonnie didn't like.

She spent a few moments looking through the bookshelves with mild interest, when she turned a corner and something caught her eye.

No. Someone.

Marceline was sat in Bonnibel's favourite spot by the window, gazing outside at the gloomy football field and not paying any attention to her surroundings. Her shoes were kicked off and she was sat with her knees up to her chin, the book she must've brought with her left forgotten on the table. She looked so lost in thought, and apparently that malfunctioned with her Bonnie sensor, because for once, Marceline didn't notice her.

Bonnibel frowned. Should she go over and sit down? She wasn't sure if that would be pushing any boundaries, and because she had a big question mark surrounding Marceline's possible friendship, she hesitated. She didn't know if she should disturb her or not. Sometimes, Bonnie liked to be left alone with her thoughts, but other times she didn't. She knew that if the roles were reversed, Marceline would know. She was annoyingly good at reading people, from what Bonnie had gathered.

Eventually, after standing and staring at the older girl for far too long to be socially acceptable, she just thought screw it and walked over. She pulled out the chair next to Marceline and flashed her a smile. "Hey."

Marceline glanced up in surprise, and Bonnie didn't hold back her gasp. The entirety of Marceline's left eye was coloured black and blue, similarly to how it had looked when she'd driven Bonnie and Marshall to the Christmas dance.

"What the hell happened to you?" Bonnibel's eyes searched over Marceline's face for an answer when she slumped down in her chair. She knew she shouldn't have asked; Marceline tended to dismiss the question anyway, but this seemed serious.

Marceline didn't meet her gaze, electing to stare out of the window at the gloomy field again. "Nothing."

"Nothing?" Bonnibel repeated and folded her arms across her chest to fully emphasise how Marceline wouldn't weasel her way out of an explanation. "You have a black eye, Marceline. Obviously it isn't nothing."

"It is." Marceline insisted, finally glancing up at Bonnibel again with a sheepish look on her face. "Seriously. Just, don't ask about it, alright? It's not a big deal."

Bonnibel knew how Marceline was when it came to things like this. She didn't like to be pushed, and although Bonnie was usually a very pushy person, she knew that she should hold back when dealing with Marceline. It was the only way. They were both incredibly stubborn people – Bonnie would keep asking, and Marceline would never tell her – and getting stuck in a stalemate wasn't the way she wanted to spend her break. Especially not when she was actually worried.

"Please tell me what happened?" Bonnibel phrased it in a gentle way, so Marceline would know that an answer wasn't obligatory. "I worry about you. You're... you're my friend."