"I think it's funny how you two went from wanting to fucking murder each other at the start of these two years to just fucking," Jake's voice was teasing as he sat himself down at a chair in the coffee shop, glancing between Marceline and Bonnibel, both of whom sent him flat stares in regards to his comment. He gave his own girlfriend a chaste kiss before turning his attention back to Bonnibel, cheeky smile not once wavering. "Are you working today?"

Bonnibel rolled her eyes and sighed a little bit, removing her hand from where it had been resting on Marceline's shoulder. "No, Jake, I'm wearing this because I felt like it really brings out my eyes," she gestured down to her little apron and cream turtleneck tucked into brown pants. Marceline thought she looked adorable . Bonnibel narrowed her eyes at a now grinning Jake. "I'm on my break, why, what do you want?"

Jake sucked his lips between his teeth as he did whenever he was scheming something he knew he shouldn't be. "Could you get me one of those chocolate pastries for half price again?"

"Dude, again ?" Marceline spluttered incredulously, flicking her eyes away from her way too cute girlfriend to her idiot friend.

Jake shrugged his shoulders, feigning interest in a stray crumb on the table. "Dishwashing doesn't pay so great, alright?"

Marceline huffed, sliding her hands into her pocket as she slid back in her chair. "Fair enough, but dude, the pastries aren't even that much." And then, just because she was hungry, "I'll split the money with you if you give me a bite."

"Deal." He didn't need much time to think about it, much to the amusement of his girlfriend.

"She's going to eat it in one bite and you'll start crying, babe." Lady mused.

"I'll have the third bite, if that makes it any better," Marceline muttered. "I didn't have breakfast today."

"If you both are nice I'll see about getting you both two pastries for the price of one," Bonnibel hummed, leaning down to kiss Marceline's cheek. "But I'm not giving out any more freebies to people who aren't my girlfriend."

"Fair enough." Jake agreed, pulling out some change from his pocket as Marceline did the same. "I promise I'll make better financial decisions in the future, but you know I had to buy battlefield in the sale last week."

Marceline perked up. "You got battlefield?" Jake nodded. "Dude, awesome, we can play together with Finn and Bee as a squad."

"I'll take your money now, my boss is looking at me and if I don't cut my break short he might come over here and ask why I've just kissed a customer."

Marceline frowned, glancing behind Bonnibel's shoulder to spy the man who her girlfriend had been working for the past two years. The only things she knew about him were courtesy of what little her girlfriend had offered in her complaints of the job; his name was Braco Johnson, he was another student at the college, and he probably cared too much about his employees if his incessant staring at Bonnibel was anything to go by. Marceline regarded him in a similar way to Ricardio and glared upon noticing him. "He's weird." She muttered.

"He's… nice," Bonnibel huffed, taking the change from the table top. "We're just very understaffed and he's insistent that we're not."

Jake rolled his eyes. "Do they need another cute barista? I'm thinking about quitting."

Lady slapped his arm as Bonnibel smiled at them and left to go and get his and Marceline's pastries. "You were saying you felt like you were going to get promoted just last week, what's up with you today?"

Jake shrugged a shoulder, looking glumly down at the table in front of him. "Someone else got the promotion, instead. I'm stuck washing dishes while someone else is cooking up front."

"That sucks," Marceline mumbled. "But maybe don't quit something you've been working at for two years? Who knows, maybe they're thinking about giving the next one to you?"

"Maybe, it doesn't matter though, I wanna start my own restaurant."

Lady glanced up at him, seriousness lining her features. "You haven't told me this, that's amazing. Is that why you started focusing more on business?"

Marceline slid back into her chair and glanced over at where her girlfriend was talking to a customer from behind the counter. Yeah, she could do without a conversation about business . Blech. Watching as Bonnibel worked her cute little ass off to get down the line of several people, though? Oh yeah, she could do that all day.

"What about you, Abadeer," a kick to her leg brought her out of her daydreams of being alone in her dorm room with her girlfriend. "What are you doing after we leave?"

At length, "I'm not sure." She admitted truthfully, shrugging her shoulders at Lady. "I… I've been thinking about asking Bonnie to m-,"

"Orders up," Bonnibel was back for much too short a time, placing the two pastries on the table. And a coffee was placed in front of Marceline. Wow, best girlfriend ever .

Marceline went to thank her, only to find that the redhead was now halfway across the room, hurrying back behind the cash register to point that adorable dimpled smile at the customers instead of her.

Yeah, Marceline had really lucked out.

Bonnibel took a while coming home. Marceline was usually okay with Bonnibel being late, was fine with being sent a text that read something along the lines of 'staying behind a little longer' or 'checking in with Lady to have a chat, you're invited x' but today? Nothing. Nada. Zilch.

Which would have been fine if they didn't have a damn joint hairdressing appointment in the next hour, which was Bonnibel's idea.

"I just feel like she's been avoiding me all week," Marceline huffed down the phone to Keila, biting the end of her pencil as she reread her revision work for what felt like the millionth time that afternoon. "I asked her if she wanted to go out to eat the other day and she said she couldn't because she had some mystery outing with a friend I've never heard of from a lesson that I didn't even know she took."

At length, Keila sighed. "Marceline, exams are literally next week. She's probably stressed."

"I know," Marceline groaned. "I wanna let her know she doesn't have to freak out about them on her own, but we've barely had time to chat. She's even been going to sleep before me, Kei."

"What about when you wake up?"

"Either showering and getting ready to go out, or already gone."

"Ah," Keila hummed. "I don't think she's doing it on purpose, Mar."

"No?"

"No, why would she be? She's literally in love with you. It's gross."

"You don't think she's talking to some cute girl then?"

Marceline bit her lip, hard. God. Why had she just asked that? There was a loud silence that followed as Marceline trained her eyes on the dorm room door, hoping to god Bonnibel wasn't right outside about to barge in and ask why she didn't trust her.

"A brain lord like Bonnie?" Keila muttered. "Are you high?" She wished . "Dude, it's probably just exams. Fuck, stop stressing out."

"Alright, alright," she grumbled. "I'm gonna hang up now, I'll talk to you later."

Keila sounded like she wanted to say something else, probably asking why Marceline suddenly felt like Bonnibel was cheating on her or something. Thank god she didn't get to hear the end of her sentence.

Marceline inhaled deeply and shut her eyes, pushing her work off her knee and throwing her pencil down beside her. Exams were next week, something which Bonnibel cared very deeply about. Not as much as she cared about Marceline, though, which was still hard to wrap her head around even though Bonnibel had told her countlessly how much Marceline meant to her. It was nice to have reminders, though, nice to hear the 'Of course I love you, idiot' mumbled out in a voice thick with sleep. Made Marceline feel wanted. Gave her a little pep in her step. It also just sounded nice coming out of Bonnibel's mouth. Bonnibel, of all people, was in love with her. The same Bonnibel that told her their weird make out sessions had been for boys and scolded Marceline for getting too excited.

Marceline didn't hear the door open and close. She did however feel a pair of hands splay out across her thighs, the weight of an entire person leaning forwards. She didn't have to open her eyes to know Bonnibel was right in front of her; having already felt a soft exhale against her own skin. Instead she dipped her head forwards, smiling into lips when the hands on her thighs squeezed gently. Marceline kissed her delicately, afraid Bonnibel might vanish otherwise, and savoured the subtle cherry flavour of her girlfriends chapstick.

It was Bonnibel who pulled back and presented Marceline with a stunning dimpled smile, pressing another gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth as she did. "Sorry I'm late and didn't text," she said at length. "My phone died halfway through my afternoon shift and Ricardio tried pestering me to let him give me a lift home."

Marceline frowned. "He does know it's only a ten minute walk across campus, right?" She asked as Bonnibel pulled away entirely, fishing around in her bag. "If you want I can come and pick you up, might scare him off from being a pest ."

"Awe," Bonnibel cooed, looking up from her successful retrieval of her phone. "Babe, you think you're scary?"

Marceline groaned and fell backwards on the bed. "Ha ha," she drawled. "You're hilarious."

Marceline watched out of the corner of her eye as Bonnibel put her phone to charge on their desk before she turned and patted her knee. "C'mon, sweetie, we'll be late for our appointment."

"You're really gonna chop it all off again?" She made no effort to move from her spot on the bed.

"Mhm," Bonnibel hummed. "I need a change, Mar. Now get up, you big lug."

Marceline groaned. "We'll be fine, it's not like it's far away."

Bonnibel had made Marceline wait outside after she had gotten her hair cut, muttering something about her being too 'distracting'. Marceline had taken it as a 'you look too hot with short hair' and had proudly marched outside to focus her attention on texting Keila a selfie of her new look.

Seeing Bonnibel with longer hair than she was used to had taken a while for Marceline to get used to. She'd enjoyed letting her fingers become more acquainted with tangling themselves in her hair, tugged gently at orange tresses for attention, idly braiding and unbraiding her girlfriends hair whilst she had been doing school work.

Seeing Bonnibel with hair shorter than she'd ever seen it? Ends curled by her jaw? Well, Marceline was only expected to kiss her soundly when they left the salon, hands cupped under Bonnibel's ears. She desperately wished that they weren't in public; the need to dip down and nip and tug at Bonnibel's now exposed throat was overwhelming. Bonnibel's bottom lip took most of Marceline's pent up wanton desire to be in their dorm room in as little clothing as possible.

"Honey," Bonnibel pulled away an inch, followed closely by Marceline. She let her kiss her for a little while longer, humming into the kiss when Marceline barely bit back a half groan into her mouth, before placing her hands firmly on Marceline's collar to push back. " Marcy, " she persisted. "As much as I adore making out with you in public like a couple of horny teens I do have a plan for our afternoon."

Marceline frowned, sticking her bottom lip out at the lack of kisses. "What're you planning, babe?" And then the frown dipped deeper. "Also, what are you buttering me up for? Honey, Marcy, sweetie ?"

Bonnibel rolled her eyes. "We're going on a date," she punctuated with a kiss. "And also, can't i call my super lovely girlfriend what I want?" Marceline snorted. "I love you."

"I love you too," Marceline hummed. "I guess you can sweep me off my feet for tonight, though. Where are we off to?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," Marceline wanted to argue that, yes, she did want to know, hence why she asked the question in the first place, but found herself being tugged along the sidewalk by her wrist.

The walk was nice when Marceline tangled their fingers together, falling into a nice pace beside Bonnibel so she could admire the way the sun fell onto her face and lit up every freckle on her cheek. Damn. Maybe Marceline was too in love with her friend.

"I'm thankful you decided to wear jeans that aren't ripped today," Bonnibel muttered, inspecting Marceline's outfit as she slowed down to a halt on the sidewalk, lifting a hand to straighten out Marceline's flannel shirt.. "You look good in this,"

"How about you stop feeling me up in the middle of the street and keep walking, babe?" Marceline grumbled around the beginnings of a blush.

Bonnibel rolled her eyes. "I told them to meet up here," she tutted, hand stilling at Marceline's shoulder. "We're having a dinner date with Finn, Phoebe, Jake and Lady," she added when Marceline's face crumpled into a look of confusion.

"No Bee?" Marceline asked. "What? He dating Phoebe now?"

Bonnibel bit her lip. "He's… trying his best." She admitted, watching as Marceline's eyebrows disappeared into her hairline. "Bee said everything was a little too much for her, if you want Lady's hot gossip."

"Dang, Bee was pretty decent at battlefield."

"I'll play with you guys one day," Bonnibel offered. "I'll be your little pocket healer, how's that?"

Marceline frowned and went to tell her that battlefield wasn't exactly that type of game, but found that to be hard when Bonnibel had slid her hand to the nape of her neck to tug her forwards, lips landing on hers.

"Hm, I guess," she hummed. "I'll have to teach you how to play, though."

Bonnibel grinned into the kiss, leaning out just a tad to peck the tip of Marceline's nose. "I'm sure I'll pick it up pretty quickly, I've been told I'm good with my-,"

"Can you guys go five minutes without pawing at each other?" Marceline took a good step backwards, joining her girlfriend in peering over her shoulder to ogle at Jake as he wandered up to them shaking his head. "Finn and Phoebe are already here, apparently." He addressed Bonnibel's wary glance at his girlfriend and the empty space behind him.

"Are we all on the same page about Finn and girls?" Marceline asked as Lady stepped up to the door of the restaurant they were apparently eating at.

"That he's useless? Yeah, we're all on the same page." Lady rolled her eyes. "Phoebe has no idea that this is a triple date, by the way. Oh, also, you both look amazing."

"Neither did Marcy, it's okay." Bonnibel chuckled, tugging Marceline in by their still linked hands and brushing her newly cut hair behind her ear with a grin. "Sometimes you just gotta keep your girlfriend in the dark about things."

"They're not even dating yet, don't get your hopes up." Jake muttered lowly, face changing into a smile when he saw Finn sat at a booth. "Just gotta be nice about it though, yeah?"

"I have faith in him." Lady hummed. "Phoebe's nice, and he's known her longer than he had Bee or that Hailey girl."

"I hope you haven't ordered without us, Finn," Jake warned his brother, sitting in the booth beside him. Marceline found herself being ushered in after him by her girlfriend, who sat across from her with that dimpled smile she loved so much.

Finn's face flooded with red. "I might've gotten myself a drink."

"Just yourself? Way to treat Phoebe, Finn," Marceline teased, smiling when the blush on his face worsened. "You gonna make her pay for us all, too?"

" No ," he spluttered. "I'm not a jerk ."

Marceline opened her mouth to tease him some more but Phoebe chose that exact moment to appear in the chair beside Lady, rendering Marceline useless as she sat there with her mouth open.

"It's weird that we're all getting dinner together outside of college," Phoebe observed. "Makes me feel like we've already graduated."

"Just one more month," Marceline grinned. "And let me tell you, I have plans ."

"Well, one more month and prom, babe." Bonnibel reminded her, hand settling over Marceline's on the table to give it a squeeze.

Marceline pouted. "Please tell me you're not gonna ask me to go," she grumbled. "I'd rather stay at home and watch a movie with you," and make out for most of the night, but she wasn't about to say that in front of their friends. Besides, judging by the look on Lady's face, she had already put two and two together.

"I mean, who else am I going to put in a suit again, hon?"

Marceline rolled her eyes. Of course Bonnibel just wanted to go to prom together for the chance to see her in a suit and, stupidly, the very notion of the idea made Marceline's stomach squirm. She could only be expected to grumble out an 'I guess' under her breath as she brought her other hand over to Bonnibel's, busying herself with playing with her girlfriend's fingers in her bashfulness.

"If you do wind up getting grouchy to go to prom, are you planning on matching?" Lady pondered. "Jake and I have already bought our outfits; we'd look so cute if we all showed up matching with our partners."

Marceline swallowed. 'Partners' sounded so official. "She's my girlfriend, not my wife."

"Eh, same difference," Lady laughed. "You might as well be, anyway."

"Is the engagement even still valid? Do you need to ask her again?" Jake found himself also in the conversation, tearing his eyes away from where Phoebe and his brother were playing footsie under the table. "Get on that, Abadeer."

Marceline opened her mouth to speak again, but found that it was Bonnibel's voice that came out instead of hers. "Actually, that reminds me. I have something important to talk about with you." And she turned her head to look at her girlfriend. "Well, more of a question to ask."

"Uh, yeah, me too a-,"

"Hey guys, I'll be taking your order today,"

Marceline glared at the waiter now next to her. Getting interrupted three times in the same conversation wasn't fun . She just hoped whatever important question Bonnibel wanted to ask of her wouldn't interfere with her plans.

That'd royally suck.