WARNING: If you don't read boring author stuff at the start, feel free to skip over to the story, there's nothing too important below.
Allright. I did start an Adventure Time fiction, but kind of freaked out and abandoned ship when I lost my writing book, because I usually write down on paper, then edit as I type, then post, blah blah blah. But I have recently discovered Gumceline, and as there is far too little of it on this site, I'm gonna try my hand at it. (Without writing books :D)
Chapter One
Marceline's P.O.V.
"Yeah, whatever, Finn. I'm kinda busy at the moment." I said off-handedly into the phone, staring down at the picture on my computer screen, scolding myself silently for nearly drooling at the picture Bonni had emailed me.
"Okay. So, it's cool if I just drop a rock on his head?" He asked, refering to the fact of Ash, my ex, attacking his house because he thoroughly believed that Finn had stolen me from him.
"Kay. Gotta go. Bye." I hung up before he could say anything more. I immedietly rang Bonni.
"Hello?" She answered primly.
"Hey, Bubblehead." I said cheerfully, and her royal manner dissapeared in an instant.
"Oh, hi Marcy. What's up? Did you get the pictures that I emailed you of my cousin and his friends?"
"Uh… yeah. Looks like the two of us have a common enemy." I mumbled awkwardly.
"Who? The Ice Queen?" She sounded mildly alarmed.
"Nah, I could never hate Simon's sister…" I thought out loud.
"Who?" I hadn't revealed my true relationship with the Ice King to any of the others.
"Oh, uh, never mind. Not her. Marshall Lee." I hissed his name.
"What do you have against him?"
"He's my jerkface, obnoxouis, vain, stupid, rude older brother." I spat.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few moments as my mouth stopped foaming. "Uh, then I probably shouldn't say this… but they're already here. They got an early ferry over from Aaa." Bonni said in a tiny voice. "They're sleeping in the Candy Kingdom in some of the guest rooms."
I roared, "WHAT?! You are kidding, aren't you, Bonnibel?"
"Uh… no. Worse news; I was kidding when I said they fought all the time. I mean, they do, but… they're f-friends." She stuttered. "Best buds, really."
"Thanks. A. Whole. Freaking. Lot. DUMMY!" I yelled, hanging up and throwing my phone across the room. I flopped onto my couch, and winced slightly at the feel of it. I thought better of it and floated over to my computer again.
I stared at the picture onscreen. Prince Jerricho Gumball, constantly called 'Bubba' as a nickname, was smiling out from onscreen, an arm looped over a considerably younger-looking Bonni, at what looked like something crossed between a wedding, a Christmas party, and a birthday party.
Just when I thought I'd gotten some common ground with him, it turned out his was bosom buds with stupid Marshall. He was probably every bit an unsensitive, name-calling butthead as Marshall.