Monday, December 5th

There was never enough time or prep time to perfect a final grade. Half of Bonnie's last exams for the semester had already been taken. Well, beside her history final with Marceline. She was fairly confident about the last one, after all, it was technically her easiest class. From what the professor had told them, the test was a written exam and a few long answer questions. Thirty to be exact. It would take approximately an hour and a half to complete but they were alloted two hours.

She'd be separated from her crush, as well as all of her other fellow classmates. That was a good thing. She didn't need to be distracted by Marceline's antics, not that she would pull anything in the middle of final exams.

She'd be fine, she'd studied for countless hours for such a simple class, her least favorite of them all.

"You're so sweet walking me to class." Marceline nudged her arm as they walked toward their exam room.

Bonnie blinked, exhausted from pulling an all nighter to study. "We have the same class..." She had missed the joke completely, causing Marceline to give a worried smile.

"I'm aware, Princess." The doors were already open wide, door stoppers smashed in between the space of the door and floor. "Good luck, Bon. Then again, you don't need it." She winked as she headed toward her assigned seat.

Bonnie did the same, setting her bag beside herself, taking one more glance at her notes before it was collected at the beginning of the test. She was mostly skimming. She knew the material backward and forward.

"Miss Bennet," The professor towered over her, hand extended to receive her notebook. "Notes please."

"Sorry about that."

He laid a sheet of paper face down in her desk before walking over to the next student, repeating the process. When he was done, he placed the extra exam papers on his desk, announcing that the test started.

Bonnie scrambled to answer all of her questions as quickly and efficiently as possible. Her exhaustion was finally settling on her. You would think that the adrenaline pumping through her veins would help keep her awake, but it wasn't. Stifling back a yawn, she read over the same question for the fourth time.

As she was answering the last question, she skimmed over the others, content with her answers and handed it in. Though the handwriting was sloppy, it was comprehensible. At least to her, it was. The answers were correct, but that didn't mean the wording was as perfect as she had practiced.

Unlike the exams before, she wasn't the first to hand in her paper. Marceline had finished a few minutes before and was currently waiting outside for Bonnie, twiddling her thumbs.

Bonnie just about tripped over herself on the way out, her fatigue kicking in at full blast.

"Hey," Marceline greeted. "Are you okay? You don't look so hot."

"Mhm," She grunted, holding onto Marceline's arm as they walked. "Let's take a nap."

"You should just go to bed, Bon." Marceline stopped the smaller girl from tripping over herself. "See? You haven't slept in two days."

"83 hours actually...When you put me to bed that night I was actually reading a science theory book over-"

"Bon," Exasperated, Marceline cupped the pinkette's face in her hands. "that's even worse. You need sleep or you'll go insane. Please, for me?"

Almost as if it were instinctual, Bonnie pushed herself forward to meet the musician's lips. Marceline complied, keeping the kiss. "Only if you make me lunch first." The pinkette stated, forcing herself to separate from her partner, who only looked slightly saddened. "I need food for my hibernation."

Marceline snatched up the other girl in her tanned arms, bridal carry style. The exhausted Bonnie hardly knew how to react to her change in position, desperately grabbing at her crush for stability with a small squeal. "Come on, Princess." Her ebony hair created a veil of secrecy around them as she planted a loving kiss on top of Bonnies forehead.

Bonnie had been asleep nearly all day, for the exception of getting up to use the restroom.

Initially Marceline made an attempt to sleep beside her, aiding her to sleep until she was fully energized again. Realistically she couldn't sleep for as long as Bonnie would be. There was no need to catch up on sleep. Her body simply wouldn't allow her to.

Sleeping for the few hours she was able to was nice, especially after countless hours of studying for multiple tests.

Keila and the gang were going to a bar that night and had invited her. She declined. Keila then made another plan the next day to go on an outing to the mountains. She declined as well. It was winter and she refused to climb a mountain and possibly freeze. And yes, it may have only been in the fifties, but she wouldn't take her chances when she had a perfectly good heater lying next to her.

Bongo then came up with a plan for morning coffee. Guy declined because Keila and him were still both going to the bar, meaning Keila wouldn't make in time, if at all. This is why it was hard for Marceline to make plans with her friends.

Marceline pulled out her phone to answer a call, unfortunately she couldn't move from Bonnie's surprisingly strong grip.

Attempting to keep her voice as low as possible, she answered, "Hello?"

"Drinking tonight?" Marshals voice was far away, as if her were on speakerphone.

"God, you and Keila both."

"Wait, what?"

"I'm taking care of Bonnibel at the moment."

"Oh, come on Marcy. You spend every waking moment with her. Take a break and spend time with your loving and desperate brother."

"That's what Garrison is for."

"But he's on a date."

"That's unrealistic. Garrison doesn't date. It's probably a lie to get your clingy ass off his back for the night."

"I thought the same thing, but apparently he's actually on this date with some ginger. I didn't even think gingers were his type. I knew he's always been super attracted to guys but gingers? I'm kind of jealous actually."

"I've been saying it for years. You two are going to end up together."

"Fuck off."

"Alright, alright. Calm down, asswipe."

There was a silence for a short moment before she could hear hims sigh. "I slept with a girl last night."

"And?" There wasn't anything significant about his confession. He had slept with countless girls. The surprising part was that he hadn't been sleeping with anyone in what seemed like months.

"And I feel guilty. Be honest, am I losing it?"

"God damn it Marshal. It's been months. What's your deal with this girl? It hasn't even been that long." Unmeaning to, it seemed she had spoken too loud, causing the pinkette in her arms to stir as she slept. Her faded pink locks were glued to her cheek and her mouth was slightly ajar. Was it the prettiest sight? To Marceline, it was.

For a moment she almost forgot she was on the phone with her brother.

"I don't know, Marcy." His voice cut her back to reality. "I really felt like we had a connection."

While looking at her roommate she suddenly began to understand what he was talking about. Though she didn't know the extent of their closeness, she could only assume that it must have been something like Bonnie and hers. Marshal didn't attach to many people, so there must have been something she was missing.

"You know what Marshal? I get what you're saying. It seems like you've exhausted all your resources though. I know you've been doing your best to move on, but maybe you need to try something different. If sleeping with others is helping, then by all means go ahead as long as you're being safe."

"Thanks Marce. I think I needed to hear that."

"I mean you're an Abadeer after all. Charming and not a psychopath. I think those are some pretty redeeming qualities."

She could practically hear him frowning on the other side of the line. "You make me sound like a douche."

"Close enough."

Although she couldn't see the pout, she could hear him sigh. "I have a call to make. I'll talk to you soon."

"Be safe."

"Yeah yeah."

And without another word he hung up and she could finally put her attention back on Bonnie. Who grumbled sleepily when she moved even the slightest bit. Not that she minded.

This was probably the most idiotic thing he would ever do. Garrison's logic was twisted and contorted like a mangled pretzel. His date wasn't as great as he had hoped. It wasn't his date's fault. He had all of the qualities he deemed worthy enough to be a good mate, but...it wasn't the same. Nothing could compare to the crazy pyrotechnics that lit off in his stomach when he saw Marshal. Logically speaking, he knew it wasn't a possibility.

Marshal was a girl crazed man whore-the most revolting dickwad Garrison had ever met, yet somehow he fell in love with that jerk. Marshal on several occasions had even called Garrison a flamer in the derogatory way, not as a joke...Maybe it was. It was hard to tell Marshal's sarcasm sometimes.

It wasn't as if Marshal's statement wasn't true, Garrison had always had a very out going, flamboyant personality that appealed to both genders. But lately, Garrison drove himself deeper into his school work to rid of his tempting thoughts of his roommate/best friend. At some points it seemed as though he went to far, almost became an emotionless void. He didn't want that life for himself, but what else could he do?

Garrison tried not to make his feelings too obvious. It was more difficult and strenuous than he ever thought it would be. Soon Marshal would come back from his usual Saturday night partying. He always had that drunken look on his face, the face he made when he was willing to make yet another sexual mistake. Garrison sometimes wished he would be Marshal's next mistake, just to feel what all of his past partners have felt.

Sometimes Garrison would drink and allow himself to flirt with the idea of being his. Alas, it was always a waste of his time. Marshal always found a new temporary love interest to lull his sexual desires for however the time period. Never once was it Garrison.

Overall the date was perfect, but that was the point. He couldn't enjoy it because it was so perfect. He loved the imperfectness of Marshal and his charming smile. Loved the comfortability in knowing what Marshal would say or do in certain instances.

Each step he took toward the dorm they shared only further pushed him to act on his feelings, or at least admit it. Each step down the hallways boomed and echoed off of the concrete walls. The door opened as soon as he touched the handle.

He was nose to nose with Marshal, who jumped back in surprised.

"Whoa, hey...How was the uh...date?"

Garrison clenched his fists. Don't do it.

"It was good. Turned out really well actually. We might go for a second." That was a God damn lie. He told him he wasn't interested in pursuing him. He apologized for wasting his time.

"I'm happy for you. I was just about to uh..."

Garrison didn't need him to fill in the blanks. He just knew. "Oh," He felt a pang in his chest. "Have fun." Why is this awkward?

Marshal didn't move, glancing away at the door frame. "Or maybe I could stay home?"

Garrison shook his head. Unlike Marshal, he kept eye contact. "It's okay. I wouldn't want you having to cancel on your appointment."

Marshal cringed at the thought. "You know me, I don't really...um...yeah, you know what? I'll stay in tonight. We can..." Marshal sighed, running a hand through his thick black hair. "I'll stay in. We can watch a movie or something."

Garrison gave a nod. "Sure, whatever makes you feel better."

"Thanks." Marshal turned on his heels back inside the dorm, pulling the contents out of his pocket and setting it on his desk.

A long, exasperated sigh escaped Garrisons lips as he stepped into the room, letting yet another night fly by without the truth being spilled.

Jake hummed to himself. There weren't many days like this where he could relax and make breakfast for his younger brother. Scented waves of bacon and chocolate chip pancakes wafting through the air made his mouth water.

Cold Monday mornings were what he lived for. To wake up wrapped in a warm blanket while the cool air touched his face and cooled his pillow where his head lay. It was his simple pleasure.

"Do I smell bacon?"

Jake smiled at the beckoning call of his brothers voice. "That it is. Would you care for some?"

"I would, my good man." Finn sat at the simple, square dining room table. A lamp fixture hung above and the bay window let the light shine in. There was no table cloth, as both the boys deemed it unnecessary to have one. It wasn't as if it were a nice table.

Jake took three pancakes off of the warm stack he had set to the side and placed them on a separate plate, pre-buttered of course. Three slices of bacon sat beside the pancakes, both heavily slathered in buttery syrup, just how Finn liked it.

"Man, you're the best, Jake." Finn proclaimed. He licked him lips as the plate was set in front of him, a soft scrape of the porcelain china hitting the table.

It filled his older brothers heart with content at the compliment.

"After 16 years I should know how you like 'em." His deep voice carried over and reverberated in the empty dining room space. Finn would often tell him that he had a good reading voice.

"Still, you're amazing." Jake smiled to himself as he flipped his last stack of pancakes, the steam rolling off of the ends. They were still hot to the touch.

"You're pretty cool too. Want me to drop you off at school today?"

Finn's eyes lit up at the opportunity. "Can I drive?"

"Mhm, don't forget your wallet."

Finn beamed at his brother and began to scarf down the still hot pancakes. It was a good day.

Thursday, December 8th

Why did it seem as if the only times planes took off and landed were either really early in the morning or super late in the evening? It was currently 4:30 am. By this time, Marceline would be dead asleep, dreaming of who fucking knows what, but here she was, dropping off Bonnie at the airport for her flight home.

"You've failed to mention what your dad does for a living."

"Have I?" Bonnie yawned, covering her mouth with her hand. "He's an operations manager."

"Should I ever be afraid of meeting him? Does he own a gun?"

"He owns a gun, but its only for protection. You would never have to be afraid of meeting him. He's a total pushover, like a big ole teddy bear." Bonnie smiled as if she recalled an memory. "I'm excited to see them."

Over the intercom there was an announcement for Bonnie's flight.

"You better call, Bennet."

"I will if I'm able to get some alone time. Almost every day I have something planned with an old friend or family..." She paused. "I have a family reunion next Friday." She stated that as if she was worried. "They'll ask me if I'm with anyone, what do you...do you want me to call you anything or just deny-"

"Call me what you want, Bon. As long as your parents don't want to meet me right away." Bonnie gave a weak smile.

"They already want to meet you because they think we're best friends or something." Marceline took Bonnie's hand.

"So they don't know?"

"As of right now?" Marceline nodded. "No, I didn't think you wanted me to tell them."

"You can tell them whatever." They stepped into the line as a woman started to check tickets. "Only if you're comfortable."

"I am." Bonnie was almost in the front of the line now, she wrapped her thin arms around Marceline's waist, squeezing her middle gently, unwanting to let go. "I'm already missing you."

"You're back the 29th right?"

Bonnie nodded, squeezing her crush one last time. "I'll call. I promise. Don't do anything stupid, Abadeer."

"You won't be here to nag me, so who knows what kind of trouble I'll get into." Bonnie could only roll her eyes, letting her crush go, to plant a simple kiss onto Mher lips. "Bye, Abadeer."

Marceline smiled down at the smaller girl when their lips parted ways. "Bye, Bennet."

She handed over her ticket to the woman who scanned it and let her through. Bonnie looked back to wave at Marceline, who gave another grin before she entered the terminal.

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