Author's Note:

Ah, my 6th story. Now, to tell the truth, about some of you wonder about Peppermint Butler (possibly Peppermint Maid too). Well, I love Peppermints and I REALLY love Peppermint Butler (also Peppermint Maid). They can be fun to hang out with. I know he's creepy and such, but to tell da truth, we might have similar personalities. I can act like him if I wanted to. *shrugs* So, Peps will be beside me while I type this story, right Peps?

Peps Butler: Why yes, Madame White.

Yeah, don't call me that. White is fine for now. Anywho, as I type, you can give me reviews as you was born to do while my head pulses with headaches and I forget about my science, which I will do later...

Peps Butler: ...what did your mother say about you forgetting homework, Madame White?

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...just enjoy the story, 'k?

USUAL COPY RIGHTS:

Adventure Time: Pendleton Ward, along with characters. Nothing else. I think...

Me: I own the story, but the characters. If I did, OCs would be a problem, and I would make sure that it stays awesome as it is now. ANd more action and possibly more Finnceline, I guess... :/ But with Marshall in the series.

:p

Enjoy the story, peeps.

It was a bright, wonderful day in the in the large city, a man with straight, bright red hair walking around with a large, black backpack strapped to his shoulders. He had peachy bright skin and wore a blue butler suit with a white vest and red shoes, his eyes the warmest sapphires of blue anyone would ever lay their eyes on. Walking beside him was a girl a bit smaller than the lean man, also having peachy skin, wearing a blue maid dress with a white apron and red heels, her hair a long, curly red behind her slim back. Her eyes were filled with curiosity and caring, a bright forest green you can ever see that can amaze you easily. She gave the softest smile and the fullest attention you needed, while the man just nods and gives a nice, clean smile.

Both of them were best friends, the greatest friends they could be in the world. From the day they were born, they were inseparable, or were they...?

The girl was a maid of 23, her name Alicianna, or Alicia, while the man was 25 and the name of...well, he was named Henry, but his parents died before he was a month old, so he doesn't really know his real name.

They were both orphans from the Orphanage of Scholocaltavia (Made up, and I don't think it's real to tell the truth), and they had some pretty challenging points in their lives.

Henry sighed and looked around the crowded place to find a place to sit, a shady place at that. He looked around the people, almost giving up hope until he found a quiet café with only a few people inside at small, round, green tables for threes, drinking coffee and lemony tea with cubes of sugar beside them.

Henry gave a small smile and grabbed Alicia's arm, and pulled her out of the bright sun and clear sky into the quiet café, the sound of a bell heard loud and clear over their heads. Henry gave a quick sigh and walked into the building, Alicia following behind.

"Why are we stopping here?" Alicia asked in a soft voice, curiosity covering her eyes like fog.

"Well, I would like a break once a while. And I was started to get hungry." Henry shrugged, and found a place to sit beside the window. He looked up at Alicia. "You gonna sit?" he questioned, taking off his pack.

"Oh? Um, yes. I will." Alicia said, and sat down in front of Henry.

"So...do you know what this place is?" Henry asked, looking around the small, quiet café.

Alicia tilted her head and started at him. "What do you mean?" she questioned.

"Well, you've been in France before right?" he stated, his blue eyes darting to her, "...maybe you know what this place is?"

Alicia only gave a small smile. "Well, yes. I have. This is a calm café called Au Revoir, Ma Petite. Or something like that." she shrugged.

Soon, a man with black hair and a gothic-like personality came up, a notepad and pencil in hand. They both turned to look at the man and turned to look at each other, and back to the strange gothic man before them.

"...uh...hi?" Henry said.

"Hi. The name's Death. I will be your waiter and you will die today. Before I do so, may I take your order?" he said, sounding dramatic.

"...we'll just have some crepes, uh...maybe some Pot au feu, and then some Pompe aux pomme du Perigord." Henry stated.

'Death' raised his eyebrow at him, shook his head and scribbled it all down.

Henry turned to Alicia, who stared at 'Death' like he was a god, drool slowly pooling out of her mouth.

Henry only grunted in surprise and lifted his foot to only stop on her toe, making her suddenly squeal, making the gothic dude look at her.

"OW!" she screamed, then glared at Henry. "What?" she snarled.

"Hey." 'Death' stated.

Alicia turned to him, while Henry did the same.

"If ya want me, you can meet me at my place. Ya know...you and me all alone together, watching the sunset..." 'Death' smirked and wiggled his eyebrows, making Alicia blush and giggle madly, while Henry just stared at 'Death' with a death glare. {Heh. Pownage! WHOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!}

"Er...uh...sure..." Alicia said with a hot blush.

"Now that I think about it, anyone ever told you how beautiful you look in that dress? You look more beautiful than an angel."

Alicia blushed even more, her face a light shade of pink down to her neck.

"N-no..." she said, looking down at her hands.

"Hmm...my shift ends in a few hours. Come by at 5, and it's a date." he winked at her and walked away.

Alicia only stared at him and gave a dreamy sigh, until Henry cleared his throat. She turned to look at him.

"What?" she said.

"What was THAT?" Henry whispered furiously, darting his eyes to the gothic waiter that walked away.

Alicia shrugged. "Dunno. But I can tell you right now that Americans call it 'flirting'." she smiled. "And I can tell you Henry, that waiter was totally hitting on me!" she exclaimed, clasping her hands together and getting starry-eyed.

Henry only grunted in disapproval.

"Well, as Americans would say it, 'FUCK NO'." Henry growled, crossing his arms across his chest.

Alicia only stared at Henry. "What's wrong with you?"

"The only thing that's wrong was that waiter hitting on you."

"Well, get over it."

"No."

"Humph." she grunted and looked away.

Now, they can be friends and all, but they sure know how to fight. And rarely did Henry start them...

Soon, a large plate filled with their hot, steaming order came at their table, the gothic waiter 'Death' smiling at Alicia, who started to giggle.

Henry only growled in impatience.

"Lunch is served, lovely rose." he said, and took Alicia's hand to kiss it like a knight would with a princess. Alicia only squealed and twirled a red lock of her hair in her hand.

Henry only twitched his eye and facepalmed himself.

This was going to be a complicated lunch.

Author's Note:

Yes. Pep maid will join us too. AWESOME!

Pep Maid: *waves and smiles*

So. Alica is Pep Maid in human form. Henry is Pep Buts in human form also. The waiter is the name. Death. In human form, yo!

Death: Sup?

O.o ...Uh...leave a review...?

Death: Or die.

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