Okay, pink teacup for me, black teacup for Marcy, blue teacup for Finn, and yellow teacup for Jake! Now-
"Hey Babe." I hear a deep female voice say, accompanied by a kiss on the cheek.
I smile and turn around.
"Hello sweetie." I say as I kiss those cold, blue lips.
"Whoa, makeout alert!" I hear a boys voice say.
I roll my eyes.
"Your so immature Finn." Marcy says, floating above the picnic blanket with her arms crossed.
"Hey, remember, when we saw that romantic movie?" he says, "You were totally icked out!"
"Whatever." she grumbles.
"I understand you man." Jake says, following behind Finn, "It took awhile for Finn to get used to me and Lady romancing it up. He still gets a weird sometimes even now."
"I just think its gross." Finn says, sitting down on the blanket.
"Then why did you want to kiss Flame Princess so much?" Jake says.
"Could we please stop talking about this." I say a bit awkwardly.
"Jeeelousss?" Jake says.
I give him my worst death glare
"Hey, stop accusing my lady of loving someone else." Marcy says, "Unless you want to deal with-"
Then she puts on her scary demon face,
"-THIS!"
"Uh, I'm sorry Princess!" Jake says profusely, obviously scared.
"Thanks honey." I say giving Marcy a kiss on the cheek.
"Ew, can we just get to the food already?" Finn says.
"Of course." I say.
"Hey, what's that?" Jake says, his face stretching out behind him.
"What's what?" Finn says.
"Over there." Jake says, pointing.
"That looks like…" Finn says, putting his hand over his eyes to get a better look, "A group of Fluffi-People. And they look like their in trouble!"
"Let's save them!" Jake says, stretching out.
Finn jumps on his back and pulls out his sword.
"Adventure away!" he says, riding away on Jake, "We'll be back Pre-bubs!".
"That's quite fine!" I call back, "Just be careful boys!"
And then they go off and fade away.
"So now we're alone." Marcy whispers in my ear.
"It's appears we are." I giggle, "Want to cuddle?"
"Not exactly what I had in mind," she says, "But, sure!"
I then proceed to climb on her and lay my back on her stomach. She wraps her arms around me, and I soak up the warm sun, and the cool vampire.
We stare up at the sky.
"Do you ever wonder if the clouds are alive?" she says.
"Well scientifically-" I start.
"Lump science." she says, "Can science explain how we feel about each other?"
I think for awhile.
"Definitely not." I reply.