Hi there :) This is my first fanfic! I don't really have anything much to say...

Enjoy :D

*I don't own Adventure Time*

I waited quietly outside the door of a small house in a dark, musty cave. It was odd to see such a dainty little house built in the middle of a cavern, but then again, he was a strange person. But I didn't mind. It was what attracted me to him.

The door swung open and Marshall Lee floated there in his red plaid shirt, unbuttoned to show off his epic rock band t-shirt. He wore jeans that were well worn out but looked comfortable enough.

"Hey, Fionna," he said, his fangs showing a little behind an awkward smile. "I'm glad you could make it. I really needed some feedback on a new song I've been working on."

"Oh, no problem, Marshall." The sound of my name in his voice made me blush. Thank goodness, Cake wasn't here – she would've noticed my infatuation with Marshall, if she hasn't already. Instead of coming over for a jam session with Marshall, Cake had decided to go on a day out with Lord Monochromicorn, her boyfriend. It was just me. And Marshall.

He guided me through the kitchen, into the living room and up a ladder, which led to his bedroom where he wrote his music.

"Sorry it's a little messy." He scratched his head. "I tried to clean up but I guess I didn't do a very good job."

I didn't care whether there were some old, possibly unwashed shirts lying around his room, and crumpled up pieces of paper scattered all over the carpet. Marshall had tried to clean up for me, despite his somewhat lazy and careless attitude.

"Don't worry about it. Let's hear that song of yours," I said, sitting myself on the edge of his bed.

"It's a little personal, but I think I trust you, Fionna." Marshall grabbed his axe-bass and adjusted its tune a little. He strummed a few chords, humming some notes before his voice sang, crisp and clear.

"Mom, why did you eat my pie?

I baked them, and they were mine.

But you ate them; yeah you ate my pie.

And I cried, but you didn't see me cry.

Mother, do you even love me?

Well I wish you'd show it, 'cause I wouldn't know it.

What kind of mother eats her son's pie?

And doesn't even look him in the eye.

Mother there were tears there.

If you saw them, would you even care?"

I couldn't help staring at his lips as the words poured out of his mouth. His eyes were shut, feeling the emotion he had put into this song. When he opened them, they were wet. He quickly wiped his eyes and looked away, clearly embarrassed.

"So, yeah," he mumbled. "How was it?"

"It's different from what you usually write," I said, unsure of what exactly I felt of his song. "But it had a lot of emotion in it. It showed."

Marshall placed his base on a desk piled with loose paper. There were words scribbled on them – I assumed they were lyrics to his songs.

He sighed. "I guess I'm not used to writing songs like this."

"Personal songs?" I questioned.

He nodded, jet-black hair falling into his glowing amber eyes. He slid a piece of paper from under his bass and tore it apart, the sound making me cringe as if I heard fingernails on chalkboard. The words to the song must have been written on that paper.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

He didn't answer and kept tearing the paper to bits.

"Stop it, Marshall!" I got up and grabbed his wrist. I could see the shock in his face as he turned towards me. "The song was good. Downright math. It was just different from usual, that's all."

"I know, but what I wrote…" His eyes dug into mine, but it was obvious that his mind was somewhere else.

"What about it?"

He looked away, not answering me. "I think you should leave."

I took a step closer to him, but he repeated again, "Please, leave."

His back was to me now, shutting me out. I wanted to help him, wanted to make him feel better. But he just floated there, shaking his head. I finally listened to him and headed towards the ladder that led out of his room. Before I descended, I glanced back at Marshall one last time. His body shook, and he brought his arm up to his face to cover his eyes in his sleeve.

I climbed down, trying to forget what I had seen, leaving the place before any thought of staying could cross my mind.

Thanks for reading I'm so happy asdfghjkl anyways it's *obvious* that the song Marshall sang was a switched up version of the Fry Song.

I don't know if they're OOC or what, and I apologize for the chapter being super short.

Well I'm kinda stuck right now so some suggestions would be great ;_;

(I know whats going to happen at the end, but for the middle I have no idea orz)