Finn? Hey dude, wake up. Finn?
Finn awoke to a repetitive, needless to say annoying poking to his face. Exhaustedly opening his eyes, he found his brother Jake sitting on him, still prodding at him. He leisurely sat up,
"Dude... I'm awake."
Jumping up from the bed, Jake excitedly replied,
"Bacon pancakes for breakfast, man!"
Finn blew an uninterested rasperry and threw the covers off. He looked apologetically at his brother.
"I'm, uh... not too hungry this morning. Thanks but, you can have them."
His comment made Jake sigh. Without another word, he silently made his way downstairs, leaving Finn sitting on the edge of his bed, chin resting on his fist. After a few minutes of boring silence, Finn leapt up from the bed and slipped on his light blue t-shirt and shorts. Blowing a thick curl of blonde hair from his face, he pulled his white hat down over his face, and slid down the ladder. He slugged into the kitchen, while Jake emotionlessly munched on his breakfast. A sweet, fresh aroma of newly made pancakes filled the entire kitchen.
"Those do smell pretty good. But I'm just not hungry this morning."
Finn commented.
With a mouthful of pancake, Jake replied nearly illegibly,
"Yeah, well don't even think about adventuring on an empty stomach. Makes you jacked up."
Finn scoffed at his order and rolled his eyes comically.
"Okay, mom. I'm 16 dude, I can take care of myself."
Jake stuffed more pancake into his mouth hungrily,
"Okay man, but don't say I didn't warn you! Why you in such a hurry to get out of here?"
Finn's face crawled with embarassment. He turned away,
"I'm not in a hurry! All I said was I wasn't hungry."
With a shrug from his brother, Finn slung his pack over his arm and grasped the doorknob, hauling it open and sprinting out like there was no tomorrow. He gave the usual odd look at the awkward two-headed duck that never left their yard, and continued toward his goal.
He knew what he had in mind, he would go hang out with the Vampire Queen. She always had something interesting to say or occupy him with. She was so different from all the women of Ooo, she was free spirited and somewhat sensitive, which attracted Finn. There were many things Marceline was that the Princesses weren't. And she certianly knew how to give anyone a thrill. Forcing every thought out of his mind except the things he would say to her, he stepped up to her door and shyly knocked. He listened a moment, hearing no movement within the house. Lowering a brow, Finn knocked again, slightly louder and more impatient, but oblivious to the fact he was being conceitively watched. The sight of Finn's impatience amused Marceline. She silently floated down from her hiding place in a crevice in the cave wall, and snuck up behind him, trying her hardest to hold back from laughing. She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, making him scream. She grabbed his forearm and gave him a fanged smile,
"The classic Finn scream. You can't miss it."
He turned to face her, making a blush creep along his face while he enjoyed the feeling of her arms around him for a few more seconds.
"Oh, there you are." he replied simply, in a deeper voice than normal.
Still smiling, she let go of his arm and ushered Finn inside.
"Here I am."
"Eheh...heheheh..."
Finn dumbly giggled at her comment.
Smiling coolly, Marceline sat on her nearly-used couch and gestured for Finn to sit next to her. Breaking out of his trance, he did as he was told and plopped down next to her, only to sit back up with a pained grunt.
"What did you do to this couch!?" asked Finn, pulling his butt inward a bit.
"Haven't sat on it in ages. You knew that, genius. What's up with you today, doofus? You got amnesia?" Marceline asked sarcastically.
He hesitantly sat back on the couch, pausing for a moment and thinking of what to say. He eventually replied simply,
"At this point, I don't know."
Marceline cackled at his comment and slipped off his hat, tousling his messy blonde hair.
"I think all that adventuring is getting to your head. Speaking of your head, when was the last time you brushed all that shiny hair of yours?"
Finn tried to snag back his hat, trying to think of a smart reply. At this moment, he was going for more smartass than intelligent.
"At least my hair is shiny."
She chucked his hat in his face from his smug remark, and walked off into the kitchen, chuckling to herself.
Smoooooth, Finn... He thought to himself as he pulled back on his hat. A few thoughtful moments later, she returned with a few strawberries in hand. Finn's spirits returned as she sat down rather closely next to him, making him squirm. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as she drank the color from the strawberrys, looking blankly at the wall. She abruply leaned against him, catching Finn by surprise. She flirtatiously moved the strawberry up to his mouth, the leftover color dripping. Finn bit into it, nearly unconciously, his eyes widened with surprise.
No doubt about it, she likes me... He thought to himself proudly, and enjoyed the last few hours he had with the Vampire Queen.