I came back downstairs. As I rounded the corner I saw her standing there. Holding it. Holding the shirt I had made. Before she could see me, I hid behind the corner.
Oh Glob! How did she find it? I must not have shoved it fully into the drawer. The corner must have been sticking out, and knowing little miss perfect, she probably went over to fold in up and tuck it in neatly. Why was this afternoon turning out so badly?!
I came back into the den and spoke to her.
"H-hey, um what do you have their Princess?"
"Oh, I hope you don't mind! I was just trying to clean up and I saw this jutting out," she said in the sweet tone she always uses. I could see that she was genuinely trying to help me.
"Yeah, well that's just something I made…a really long time ago. Just a pastime," I said in a monotone voice. I started fidgeting with my sleeves again.
"Marceline! I didn't know that you sewed! I could have lent you some tips. I think the shirt is quite lovely though. Who is this for?" She tilted her head and kept staring. I can't believe she didn't realize who it was for. That it was for her.
"Oh, um well, uh someone important," I said hurriedly. I still pulling at my sleeves, stretching the cloth over my hands.
"Well, who is this important person?" She started to lean in towards me. She was still looking at me with her eyebrows furrowed. She still didn't get it. Glob, was I really going to have to spell this out for her?
"I um, can't tell you…"
"Oh I see what you're doing!" She was grinning at me. What did she think I was doing? That I was playing some sort of game? Maybe I should play along. I can't let her know. I just can't.
"You want me to guess who it's for don't you Marceline?" She giggled at me, of course thinking that it was a simple little game. If only she knew.
"Oh, uh yeah! That's it! You have to guess who it's for!" I wonder if she will guess? No, she would never figure it out. For someone so smart, sometimes she can be a little nieve.
"Ok well I guess…Finn!"
"Why would I make him a shirt?"
"Ok then…your father!"
"No…I he wouldn't like it anyway."
"Oh then maybe….Ice King?" She was running out of ideas. I could see that she was deep in thought.
"It's not for any of those people…P-princess it's for…it's for you." I grabbed the shirt that she had previously set down and shoved it at her. I hid my face from her so she couldn't see how much I was blushing.
"Oh Marceline, its lovely!"
What did she just say? She likes what I made?! This raggedy excuse of a shirt. I thought she would hate it…but now she's saying that she loves it?
"W-what?" I said in utter disbelief. This was not happening. She couldn't like it. That was impossible.
"Marceline, of course I would love a gift that a close friend of mine gave to me! I'll go put it on now." She grabbed the shirt from me and raced off towards the bathroom.
What had just happened? Did she like the shirt I had made? I couldn't sort out what was going on.
As soon as she had gone into the bathroom she came out wearing the shirt. It actually didn't look that bad on her. The much too large neck hole swooped down exposing a small portion of her chest. Her pink hair fell over it, popping out against the deep black.
"So, how does it look?" She asked again with that overly sweet grin. She was beautiful as always. Wait what! No, I can't think about that right now. There's absolutely no way that she has the same feelings for me as I do for her. She could never like someone like me.
"Oh, um you look good." I sputtered. Glob, why can't I control my mouth?
"Oh Marceline, you couldn't say it more clearly," she said in an almost sarcastic tone. I guess she had expected me to say more. Wait! Was that disappointment that I heard in her voice? No. I'm just hearing things. Trying to see things that aren't there.
"I really do like it Marcy. I really appreciate it." Did she just call me Marcy? Why was she coming closer?
She grabbed my fidgeting hands and held them in place. She started to lean towards me. My breathing was getting heavy. What was she doing? This was not happening there was no way. I saw that she was blushing. I know what's coming. I'm standing there frozen as she leans it. I close my eyes waiting for it to come.
I feel the soft touch of her lips brush against my cheek. I open my eyes and see her standing there staring at me. She was the one who looked like a tomato now. Her face had gone from a light pink, to ruby red. I couldn't say that I was much better. What had just happened? And what did it mean?
