Martin Mystery
Love Poem
Disclaimer: Martin Mystery doesn't belong to me, only to its creators.
Oh, Martin
Your smile makes me flutter
A hunk like you makes me stutter
I love it when you make bad jokes
Even ones that make you say 'Holy Smokes'!
I hope you understand what I'm trying to say
I don't want you to push me away
But I love you Martin Mystery
And I hope you feel the same way about me
I know you love Jenni
But I still hope there is room somewhere in your heart for me
I love it when you do your stunts
It's better than what Marvin does in his stunts, almost acting like a dunce
Please accept this as a gift
I don't want to cause a rift
But I'll ask your sister to give it to you
And after you read it, I hope you love me the same way I do
My Martin
Written by: Heather
Heather put her pen down on her desk, turned off the light, and quickly left her room to find Diana. She rushed through the halls and just happened to bypass Jenni.
"Hey, Jenni. Can you give this to Diana and tell her to give it to Martin?"
"Sure." Jenni said as Heather gave her the letter and she began to open it. Heather immediately placed her hand on Jenni's in a strong grip.
"This is for Martin's eyes only! Just Martin!"
"Okay, okay! I'll give it to Diana!" And with that Jenni walked off. Heather sighed in relief as she went the other direction to history class, thoughts bubbling of Martin filling her head once again. She had drawings of Martin in her room, posters of him plastered over the wall, and she even had pictures of him drawn in her school notebook. She was obsessed with him.
Little did she know, she wasn't watching where she was going and bumped into Martin.
"Oops!" she screeched and then started rambling when she saw who it was: her crush. "Oh, Martin, I am so, so, so sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you, and I wasn't looking where I was going, and-!"
"Relax." he said, holding up a hand to stop her. "It's alright. Just look where you're going next time." He then entered the classroom.
Heather paused as she got up and rubbed her head slowly. That was one big bump and it was going to take a long time to get used to getting hit on the head like that. And not only that…
"Miss Anderson, if you would kindly enter the classroom." said the history teacher as he met her at the door.
"I'm sorry, sir. I just had a little accident." Heather replied as she got up, grabbed her things and entered the classroom.
Little did anyone know, a dark figure was watching from behind a wall, holding a magic potion in their hands.
"Soon, my little pet, soon." said the figure as they caressed the potion bottle with slender fingers. "You shall be mine. With you, I shall turn this world into the wasteland it should be!" The figure then laughed and returned to its hiding spot in the shadows…
This is my first Martin Mystery fanfic, so constructive criticism would be nice!
