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If you don't understand any other words I tell you, or if you choose to ignore me. Understand this one tinsey tiny, little detail for me. I hate Marshall Lee Abadeer. He is the bane of my existence in the land of Aaa. I swear, if I could I would kill him but he's immortal. So that won't really work. I hate everything about him, his looks, his voice, his smell, his powers, and his god damn smirk. Damn, do I hate that god forsaken smirk. That thing drives me crazy, I want to rip it of that ugly face of his as soon as he puts it on.
Your probably wondering who the Nightoshere I am, right? Well, my name is Clair Passenger, I am one of the two humans left on this planet. The other human, Fionna, and her pet cat, Cake, are my friends. But the person I'd have to say I'm closest to is Prince Gumball. Bubba is my bestest friend in all of Aaa. I think he would fully agree with that statement, and say the exact thing about me.
"You did say you needed the bubbly, purple, thick looking one, right," I said walking back into PG's lab. I was helping him with another one of his experiments, we always did this. It was are "thing" if that's what you wanna call it.
"Hmmm? Oh, yes, that's the right one. Thank you," he said plucking the test tube filled with purple chemical from my hand.
"So what are you working on today, Bubba?"
"A love serum."
"What!? Why!? I thought you didn't believe that love could be science made?"
"Well, Valentines Day is coming up and I was hoping to get Fionna to drink it."
"I knew you liked her bro."
"Is it not obvious?"
"Yes it is," I smiled.
"So how does this so called "love serum" work," I pondered as I watched him mix the chemicals making the liquid a neon green.
"Well, when it works its way into your system I expect you to get sick. Then eventually, but calmly pass out," he said mixing it more making it turn a navy blue.
"Then when you wake up a few minutes later and your body might hurt a bit. You'll defiantly feel dizzy, but your head will feel especially weird," he said making it turn a bright yellow.
"Then when the serum seeps into your brain system it will start to mess with your behavior, your feelings in particular," he said the serum turning a violently dark red in the process.
"Finally, your emotions will overwhelm you and you'll pass out once more. When you wake up your emotions will be on high and the first person you see, you will fall head over heels for," he said, the serum finally turning a vibrant pink. He smiled and lifted the bottle, shook it around a little, and nodded.
"Perfect," he said.
"Wow, that's complicated. It sounds sort of painful. Are you ok with puting Fionna in pain to make her yours?"
"Look, I am ready to die to make Fionna mine. I love her and she can't see that, and she never will."
"Why don't you just confess to her, duh?"
"I already tried, she denied me," he said shaking his head.
"Dude, all you did was ask her on a date. That's not the same as telling her you love her."
"Same difference."
"For such a smart guy, your acting really dumb."
"How so?"
"Idiot."
"Whatever. Are you staying for dinner tonight?"
"Yeah, I don't think I can handle another burrito night. I'm gonna turn into a burrito soon."
"Well I don't have a serum to reverse that so you'd be in trouble there."
"Haha, your so lame but I can't help but love that," I said planting a friendly kiss on his cheek which made him blush. It didn't mean anything I did that all the time, I promise. I took off my lab coat and hug on the rack beside the door as I walked out. He followed with the serum in his pink hands.
As we got downstairs he led me to the kitchen and poured the mixture into a glass bottle, sealed it, and labeled it. He did this with all of his experiments. He turned to me and smiled, I returned it with one of my own.
"So, what do you wanna do now?"
"I don't know, how long before the maids start making dinner?" I questioned.
"About, hmmm, a little over two hours."
"How do we kill two hours?"
"You can't really kill time."
"It's an expression of speech, Gumwad," said a familiar voice that I loathed.
"What the hell are you doing here Marshall Lee," I blurted without thinking.
"Why do you wanna know? I'm not gonna tell you anyway. Scum like you doesn't deserve to know," he said the smirk I hated appearing.
"This is just how I wanted to spend two hours of my life, arguing with you," I said cooly.
"Why would you want to kill two hours anyway?"
"What do you mean," I asked smartly.
"Well, if you waste two hours then your just two hours closer to death."
"Tell me how you really feel."
"Already did, Barbie," he said using my signature nickname. I hated it so much, I can't even begin to explain.
"Could you just, go somewhere. Please," I said irritated.
"Nope, I'm here to stay."
"Kill me now, you got any serum that will do the trick?"
"Afraid not, sorry Clair," PG said smiling and laughing. How dare he! He knew how angry I was, but I guess it was funny to him. Probably felt like payback for all the times I've put him down. So I deserved it.
"Are you ready for two hours of fun?" Asked Marshall sarcastically.
"Whoopee," I said flatly slowly dragging my feet into the lounge to suffer for two hours straight. I saw Marshall swing his guitar over his shoulder, I was in for it now.
After two hours of listening to Marshall sing a continuous loop of "What Does The Fox Say", I wanted to end my life. I turn around to give my last regards to him and, surprise! He's gone. THANK THE LORD.
After dinner I thanked Gumball and headed home. My house was a ten minute walk from the castle. It was on the outskirts of the city, but not to far.
When I got home I decided to collect myself and clean up. I hopped in the shower, got out, got dressed, blow dried my hair, cleaned the house, and hopped in bed to finally settle down and begin reading my book. I was halfway through the third chapter when I heard a weird noise coming from outside around my house. I didn't have any neighbors so it sort of scared me. I hopped out of bed and glanced out the window only to see, well, nothing. I shook off the feeling and climbed back into bed.
I turned off my lamp thinking I was probably just tired and needed to rest. I sung to myself quietly as I slowly drifted off to sleep. Singing helped me relax, but only my singing was good enough for me. Well, me and my moms. I missed her, and father. They died in the Great Mushroom War long ago. My dad was a solider, so we all lived at base. One day they infiltrated and killed him and my mother, I hid in a corner and watched. When it was over I remember crying over their dead bodies and singing my moms lullaby as she went to sleep permanently, and forever.
A tear rolled down my cheek at the fresh memory of them. I rolled over and smiled, they would have been proud of me now. I know it. They would have loved to see me now. And I was still only seventeen, imagine what I'll be like when I'm older! I smiled into my pillow as I drifted off into my slumber. One last tear rolled down my cheek as my eyes slowly shut and I slipped into dream land once again.