"You've what?!" I say, my eyes wide. "Don't get angry, please-" "You've been sneaking out because your uncle doesn't like me? Tell him to shove his opinions up his-" "You know I can't do that." "Why has he been ignoring you?" I ask, rubbing my temples. The drunk haze slipped away as the hungover mist invaded my mind, "The twins told." "The twins told who what?" "The twins told my uncle that I'm gay!" I sit on my bed, staring at the ground. "He didn't... He didn't know? You literally just said you told him the break up was your fault. You've been lying to him, and to me, for months-" "I know, I know. I'm sorry! I just, I knew he wouldn't approve-" "Approve of what? You being gay? Or you going out with me?" "Marce-" "Give me a break Bonnibel." She sighs and rubs the back of her neck, "What do you want me to say, Marceline? I can't do anything. He doesn't trust me anymore." "Come live with me." "What?" "Come live with me." She begins to laugh and I frown, "I'm being serious. Tell him you've had enough and that if he doesn't change the way he's acting, you'll leave. You're 17, Peebles. You can move out. You can be who you want to be- who you are!" I say extravagantly, reaching for another beer. She blocks my way to the liquor and I pout. "I couldn't impose like that-" "Bonnie, it's not imposing. It'll be better for both of us." "Why would it be better for you?" "Because I know that you're safe and I know that someone's lying next to me at night protecting me, too." I say, smiling wrly. I hated being vulnerable. But maybe I did need some protecting for once. PB bites her lip, "This is a stupidly crazy idea, but okay. Sure." I grin, "Wow, that stereotype about lesbians moving in on the second date really is true." She shoves me and laughs, "We've been going out for mo-" she stops and closes her eyes, "Sorry." "Don't be. That month is invalid. Let's ignore that month. That month doesn't even exist. That make belief month was just a break. Okay?" She hugs me and whispers into my ear, "I love you." I can hear the smile in her voice and I wrap my arms around her, burying my head into hers, "I love you too, you butt. Now come on; I want to avoid this hangover at all costs." I say, dragging her upstairs to my bedroom.
"You lesbians are crazy." Jake says, laughing. I frown, "Dude, what do you want me to do? Plus, I love her. You know what love is, right? That feeling you get when you see-" he plasters his hand onto my mouth and I let out a muffled laugh. He let's go and I proceed to laugh, staring at his blush. "Why don't you just ask her out already? It's obvious you like each other." "I don't know- Marce? Marce? Marce what are you doing? Marce!" I ignore him as I run towards Lady, taking her by the arm and dragging her towards Jake. "Okay." I say, pulling them closer together, "Jake, do you have feelings for Lady?" "I'm not doing this-" "Don't be a pussy. Do you have feelings for Lady?" "Yes." I turn to Lady, "Lady, do you have feelings for Jake?" There's a moment of silence before Lady says "Yes." "Phew. Glad that's over. You may now kiss the bride, yadda yadda yadda." I laugh as Jake punches my arm. I walk over to Bonnie and sit down opposite her, "I totally just got Jake and Lady together." "No way!" "Way." I say, grinning. "What did you do, push them together?" I laugh and she laughs too, and that's when I know that things were really back to normal. Bonnie rubs the back of her neck, "So I'm going to tell my uncle everything after school. Will you, uh, wait for me outside?" I smile, "Of course I will you butt. Now come on, Algebra is waiting for you." She rolls her eyes and stands up, walking off to her class as I walk off to mine.