please be reminded that this is how i imagine marshall saying all these stuff. anyways... i'm sleepy... it's near midnight... crap... :((( goodnightttttt
oh yeah, sorry for deleting the other chapters :( i just... didn't feel like keeping "my own wonderland" anymore... :( i swear i have a lot of fanfic ideas. i'm just not satisfied by the way that i write them :| school's soon... and i think i'm gonna update more often... -.- so yeah, goodnight. i'll make up all the not-updating soon!
december 18th
Marshall's pov
I love you. It's crazy and cheesy, but it's true. I love you, and I've never imagined my life with anyone else but you.
December 18.
That day was the day that changed everything. When I woke up I found a text from my girlfriend, Ashley, saying that she wanted to break up. Not the best way to wake up, huh? But I was gonna break up with her anyways. She was a bitch. The rest of the day was pretty good though. Classes ended quickly, our teacher was out so me and my friends got an extra hour for lunch, and I got home fast. But when I got home, everything was different.
Something was off though.
Something was missing.
And I think I knew what was wrong. Now that she was out of the picture the only thing I could think about was Marceline. Yes, yes, it's so unmanly of me to think of another girl so soon. But I'm serious, Marceline's a million times better than Ashley.
Marceline… she's funny, sweet, kind, beautiful, talented, and yeah, she misunderstood sometimes. There was something different about her. She has this charming smile, long but perfect raven hair, expressive red eyes, and she's just gorgeous. She's a great best friend, and a great person.
I met her when I was in the park with my mom, when I was four. She was playing on the swings, all alone, and it seemed like no one wanted to go near her because she was the new kid in town. She kicked was kicking the dirt under her feet sadly. Her hair covered a little less than half of her face; and her side bangs were getting into her eyes. She had layered and slightly wavy hair back then. It straightened out just a little over the years.
She had a white, little dress on, with cute ribbons on it. And she had black doll shoes on. I remember that day a whole lot. I went up to her, and asked her if she wanted to play, and then, boom, we were best friends.
And ever since then, I think I've been in love with her.
Right now, standing outside her apartment, I have this overwhelming urge to run across the street and run up to her apartment. And that's just what I did.
I ran up all six flights of stairs and once I was on her floor, I ran to her apartment door and knocked.
I stood there for a few minutes, and I was about to leave when Marceline opened the door.
She had a smile on and was in a white t-shirt that was a little too big for her, and faded red shorts. Her hair was still layered and wavy; and it reached a fourth down her back. Her eyes were still as gorgeous as ever.
She walked forward a few steps and looked at me with shock and happiness.
"Marshall, hey," she greeted warmly and happily, while brushing her hair back with her hand.
"I love you," I blurted out without any thought. "I love everything about you."
She looked at me like I was crazy, but her smile never left her face. She looked kind of happy when I said that.
"What?" she laughed.
"I love you, so, so, so much. I might sound gay saying all of this but it's true." I took a deep breath. And I tried to… figure out what I could say, I guess. "Ever since we were four years old… I always imagined my life with you by my side. I always thought you'd always be my best friend. And I even expected for you and me to get married someday." I looked at her straight in the eyes and held her hands tightly in mine. She already had tears welling up, and I just tried not to cry. The both of us were still smiling though.
"I imagined that you'd be in a puffy, white dress, with a black and silver ribbon around your waist for our wedding day. And then you'd have small flowers in your hair. And you'd be wearing black doll shoes underneath, coz I know you won't wear heels. I imagined our wedding to be outside, in a garden, with tons of cute, little lights on the trees. And then your bride's maids would be wearing a short, black dress, with a ginormous pink ribbon on their waist. And then they'd have their hair up in a bun. And Finn would be my best man, and Fionna would be your maid of honor. And we'd go to Hogwarts for our honeymoon. Or realistically, we'd go to Europe.
"Then we'd have kids…" ok I was tearing up by now, but FYI Marceline was crying already. "For our brave little boy, and precious baby girl, we'd paint their room dark blue, and make it look like the night sky, with tons of silver dots that are supposed to be stars. It'll look like the most awesome room ever. And we'll have a tree house in the back with a hanging bench, or swing. And we'll go on tons of family trips together. And our life will be perfect." I gave out a shaky breath. Marceline just stood there, crying, smiling, as I looked at her intently
"Say something?" I pleaded.
"Don't you have a girlfriend?"
"We broke up. She was a bitch."
She laughed and said, "I imagined my life that way too, Marsh."
"Are you sure I'm the guy you're gonna marry someday?"
"I'm not sure… but I want you to be," she smiled.
"I love you," I said genuinely.
"I love you too, Marshall."
And after that everything was just perfect.
Gosh this is sooooo gayyy lol jk. it's just kinda too... fluffy for me... i dunno
for marshall and marceline's wedding scene, try searching "fairy lights" in google :D haha the pictures there are so cool omg.
funny fact about me: i once (ACCIDENTALLY) called my classmates pampered princesses (._.) i didn't mean it i swear. i was 6.
thanks to all those who reviewed :P :D :)
(._.) okee bye now. good night. or goodmorning, or good after noon... wherever you are :D
