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tw for hunson

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Marceline was in the library, listening to her music and making a half-assed attempt at studying when the chair opposite her pulled out, brushing against the carpet. She pulled an earbud out, expecting Bonnie, but her expression sunk into a cautious frown when it was Finn.

"Hey," Finn greeted her with a smile when he pulled out his notepad and pen, along with a math textbook. "You don't mind if I join you, right?"

"Uh... no," Marceline answered, trying to wipe the confused frown off her face, "that's cool."

"Cool." Finn grinned and flipped open his math textbook. After a few moments of staring at the page, he looked up at her with a frown. "Hey, you don't happen to be any good at math, do you?"

Marceline snorted. "Do I look like Bonnie to you?"

"Good point," Finn flushed slightly and looked down at his page with an uncharacteristic scowl, "I just don't get this stuff. When am I ever going to need trigonometry? Like I'm going to go to the store and the cashier is going to ask me to calculate the length of the hypotenuse before they let me check out."

Marceline was surprised when she actually laughed. "I don't know, man. Just something some dumbass on the school board decided we gotta learn."

Finn groaned at the exercises in his textbook, "I hate school. Except gym class. I like gym class."

"I like gym too," Marceline said. She especially liked it this year, because even though she'd never actually laugh at her legitimately, Bonnie was rather hilariously uncoordinated. They'd done some catching exercises, and Bonnie caught maybe one throw in ten. It didn't help that she took her glasses off in gym because she didn't want them to break, and she really was quite adorably blind. "Pass me your textbook. I'm bad at math, but I'm okay with trigonometry."

He pushed it across the table and moved from the chair opposite her to the chair next to her. She looked through the exercises and pretended like she knew what she was talking about when she attempted to walk him through it. She'd get Bonnie to check it over so she didn't fuck up the kid's grades.

"I think that's right," Marceline said after a long-winded explanation through the final question, with a lot of 'maybes' and 'I don't knows' thrown in there. "But you should probably ask Bonnie to look at it later, because like I said, I'm bad at math. The humanities subjects are my jam."

She leaned back on her chair, stretching, and checked the time. It was nearly lunch, which meant Bonnie would be arriving in the library after class. Now that it was a little colder, she and her friends sat in the cafeteria, which according to Bonnie was 'like a zoo'. Because of that, Bonnie preferred to relax in the library with a book once she'd finished eating. When Marceline wasn't with her friends, she joined her.

"Thanks for your help, Marceline," Finn said, closing his notebook and the textbook and putting them both into his bag. "You're a good friend. So, are things going well with Bonnie?"

Marceline hummed in a kind of weird confirmation. She was still a little bit stunned he'd called her a friend. Things with Bonnie were going well, though. Two months and counting since Marceline had asked her to be her girlfriend, and she'd never been happier. She knew that part of how she felt so happy recently was being out of her dad's house, but still. That was thanks to Bonnie's quick thinking.

"Yeah," Marceline answered simply, drawing little spirals on her paper with her pen. She knew she had that stupid, crush-obsessed smile on her face when she murmured, "yeah, she's... she's basically perfect, so."