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"Hey, are you ready to go?"

Bonnie met Marshall's gaze and she hated that the first thought she had was same eyes as her. She knew she shouldn't be thinking that. She shouldn't be thinking anything like that. She should be thinking about how handsome he looked in his suit. And he did look handsome; his hair was still messy, but Bonnie supposed that was a genetic thing, because Marceline's was always messy too, but in that attractive I made it messy on purpose way.

Don't you think it's funny how your thoughts always go back to her, Bonnie's brain decided to ask her. She didn't answer that question.

Instead, she ignored it all together and flashed Marshall a smile. He was her friend, and a good guy, and she was happy she was going with him. "Yeah."

"Cool," He grinned and gestured towards the car. The car that was Jake's and wasn't Marceline's. Wasn't she driving them? "Let's go."

She asked just as much as she followed him over to the car. "Isn't Marceline driving us?"

"Nah, she had to be there earlier to set up with the band, so Jake's giving us a ride," Marshall said, and Bonnie supposed she should've expected that. "That was another reason I didn't want to help them out tonight."

"I'm looking forward to hearing them play," Bonnie said, glossing over the fact that it was probably the thing she was looking forward to the most. He opened the car door for her, and she climbed in the back seat with a quiet thank you, quickly distracting herself by greeting her friends. "Hey, guys."

"Bonnie," Lady smiled a little bit too enthusiastically, holding up a little hip flask, "want some? You look flawless, by the way."

"Thanks, and no thanks, Lady. And you look amazing too," Bonnie said, looking over at Jake as he started to drive, "You haven't been having any fun yet, have you?"

Jake laughed, "Nah, of course not. Lady and Elle had a pact that they'd pregame once they were ready. You can bet Elle will be completely gone already."

"I'll take a little bit of that," Marshall got the flask from Lady and had a long drink, "also, fair warning, Guy said he might spike the punch."

"Someone always does," Jake commented, "wasn't it Keila who did it last time?"

"No, that was the time before," Lady said, "she got caught and it was hilarious. Principal Citron walked her out of the gym with like ten security guards. Like she'd killed someone."

"Must've been someone else last time, then," Marshall replied, and even though she'd said no to Lady's offer, he held the flask out to Bonnie. "Want some?"

"No, thank you," Bonnie said, turning to glance out of the window. It shouldn't be too long until they were at school. She just wished she'd brought her own drink, if the punch was inevitably going to be spiked.

When they parked up outside the school, Bonnie spotted Marceline's car. She wondered if they'd already be playing. Checking her watch, she supposed they would; the dance was advertised to start at seven and it was nearly half past.

Marshall held out his hand to help her out of the car, and Bonnie passively glanced at it. She took it, hoping to feel something, but it was just... nothing. She felt that flash of guilt again and remembered what Marceline had said. I just don't want my brother to get hurt. She'd promised it wouldn't happen, and she had to stick to that.

"Lady, Bonnie!"

Elle came stumbling over, a weedy looking boy who she was probably with to make her on-again-off-again boyfriend Brad jealous following behind. She grinned at Bonnie, looking between her and Marshall like she'd won some kind of wager. "I told you, opposites attract! I knew you weren't some secret Mormon! Those are the ones that don't get with anyone, right?"