SCIENCE*

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“Are you mad at me?” she asked, hoping the answer was no and that she was just overreacting. But she wasn’t subtle and she hadn’t talked about it before or after she finished her performance but Bonnie hadn’t said anything to her for a few minutes once she finally found her again and she was honestly a little nervous. “I feel like you’re mad at me.”

Bonnie was speechless, but she didn’t think she was mad. She didn’t have a real reason to be mad. They danced around things too much for Bonnie to be mad. But now...this wasn’t a dance, it was a declaration. “Are you...I’m not mad. I just wanna understand....Marcie, you’re just really confusing? Are you trying to tell me something or are you messing with me?”

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“Happy Pride!” She exclaimed, jumping on Bonnie’s back, wrapping her arms and and legs around her, hoping to god she didn’t knock them both to the ground. She shouldn’t have snuck up on her like this— she was pretty sure she could kick her ass if she wanted to— but Marcy couldn’t help herself. She was just standing there, watching something up in the sky. The opportunity was too perfect and if she ended up with grass stains on her knees if they fell, then it’d be just fine.

“I have never in my life hated glitter as much as I do right now.” What kind of moron even created the idea of glitter bombs? Probably the same kind of moron who opened one into a crowd to celebrate ‘Pride Month’. Mai had spent two seconds attempting to brush it off before promptly giving up. If having a baby brother had taught her anything it was that trying was in vain. She’d be wearing this for days now.

Bonnibel was at Pride for obivous reasons but that didn’t mean she was ready for the amount of sparkles and glitter and sweaty people that involved the event. At least she hadn’t thought she would be alone long enough to get hit with a glitter bomb and not see someone she knew get hit too. Now the moment felt a little off. So she was trying her best to shake some of it out of her hair when she noticed another girl doing the same. “Got you too huh? Tough break. But at least it isn’t in our eyes.”

This had been fine hanging out at first, but now Marcy was bored. Bonnie had started reading while Marcy was looking through her phone. But now things had been quiet for too long and she was getting antsy. She stretched her leg to where Bonnibel sat at the head of the bed reading and nudged her arm with her socked foot. “Bon,” she said in a stage whisper, “Bonnie, I’m bored. How much more are you gonna read?”

Bonnie admittedly could hardly pay attention to what she was reading when Marcy was next to her like that. But she was too stubborn to admit that. So she squinted at her book for a little longer, pretending to finish a chapter, before she shut it again. “Oh? Are you done chatting up whoever it was on your phone now? I was starting to think you invited me over here for a reason.”

Bonnie wasn’t really one to shop for clothes. Her favorite outfits consisted of overalls and farm-girl chic clothes and anything beyond that was either confusing or unimportant to her. But since she was on good terms with Sam after things ended, it was the least she could do to help her pick something out. “Does style really matter that much when it is constantly shifting? When are you going to start interviewing? It could be a completely different office aesthetic if you wait too long.”