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B (10:03AM): Good morning, M! It's my birthday today. Finally seventeen! :)

Marceline started at the text message, thumbs hovering over her phone screen. She could type back a mere happy birthday and leave it at that, or she could type what she wanted to type. Because today was the princess' birthday. Bonnie had told her that a month ago. She didn't know why she remembered, but whatever. Probably because it was Star Wars Day.

B lived with her uncle. Bonnie lived with her uncle. B's birthday was today. Bonnie's birthday was today.

Marceline laughed, despite not knowing what to do. It was kind of hilarious to her, how she'd figured it out before the brainlord. Admittedly, Keila had pretty much drilled it into her that it wasn't Marceline, but still. Wasn't that hard to figure out she was lying, especially for someone as smart as Bonnie. Or maybe she was one of those smart people who always missed the obvious.

She looked back at the screen, biting down on her bottom lip a little too hard and tasting the tang of her own blood on her tongue. Should she say something? Or should she do it in person? Or should she just keep pretending like she had no idea who B was? She didn't think Bonnibel would react well, not if she knew she'd been spilling her deepest darkest secrets to Marceline for the last few months. They were friends now, Marceline would admit that much, but... she still had a feeling Bonnie would flip out. She knew that Bonnie loved the anonymity, obviously.

Fuck it, Marceline thought, looking down at her phone again, honesty is the best policy.

M (10:27AM): happy birthday

M (10:27AM): but i gotta be honest with you and just know i wasn't trying to

M (10:27AM): but you telling me that kinda made me realise who you are

She watched as the messages turned from delivered to read. Watched as B (or Bonnie) started typing, stopped typing, started typing again. Then stopped and didn't continue. She sighed to herself, "bet I just donked the whole thing up," and rolled her eyes. Maybe she should keep her mouth shut to Bonnie in person. She was going to go around there today, anyway. Give her a present. Say happy birthday. All of that.

Sighing, she managed to drag herself out of bed. She listened carefully at her bedroom door, hoping that her dad wasn't home. Just to be safe, she peered through her blinds, positively grinning when his car was nowhere to be seen. He was probably off doing the grocery shopping. Either way, he wasn't home, which was always a win for Marceline.

She decided to quickly shower before breakfast, since she wasn't that hungry. Maybe she'd lost her appetite because Bonnie wasn't responding. Unless B somehow wasn't Bonnie, but it seemed unlikely. To be fair, Marceline had had a feeling before, but she'd brushed it off when she thought about B's big sexuality issue. Bonnie had seemed like the straightest girl ever, all pink and girly. She knew that stereotypes were dumb, but in her defence, Bonnie had gone on a date with her brother.

So he must've been the guy everyone would kill to date, Marceline thought, scrunching her nose up in disgust. She didn't know what the hell Bonnie was on, because Marshall was gross. Like, had that girl seen the state of his bedroom? Totally. Gross.

Does that mean Bonnie thinks I'm hot, then? The thought came out of nowhere, and she was so surprised by it that she actually blurted out, "Wait, what?" and managed to get some soap in her mouth. That disgusting distraction was enough to get the thought out of her head. It shouldn't have been there in the first place.

When she got out of the shower, brushed her teeth and decided to skip breakfast all together, she quickly threw on a hoodie and some jeans, then finally checked her phone. Oddly, she didn't think B would reply at all. She thought she'd just freak out and ghost. But there was one text message on her screen.