Yeahhh sorry about that. I was planning to update earlier, but the laptop crashed and i lost my stuff, as well as the motivation to rewrite. Since I just type my thing into Copy-Paste, i lost basically half the chapter that way Fuck my life.

Marshall Lee's POV

Jump. I was jump, no bouncing more like. I was bouncing on, the floor? Wait what.

You and I both know that this is fuckery, wake the fuck up.

ugggghhh

"Marcy~?"

"Yes, dearest brother of mine?"

"Fuck off."

"Why so hostile, dear brother?"

"Cause you're more annoying than when my shit won't go down the toilet."

"Ew. No wonder you're single"

"Fuck you."

"Go bathe, you're late."

"Screw you." But I did get up. I realized that maybe lying around the house smelling like shit wasn't the best day plan. Tired groggy, and hungover from crying, i stumbled into the bathroom. Yes, I realized that those are all pretty much the same adjective. Sue me. I took off my pajamas, and climbed into the shower. You know, i don't know how girls always have these dramatic accounts of their baths to share, It's just soap and rinse.

After about 5 minutes, I got out of the bath. I stood in front of the mirror, dripping wet, and ran my hands through my hair. Kinda long, down to my shoulders, jet black, contrasting pretty hard against my basically paper white skin, but I assure you, I'm not dead, I think. I hope. Anyway, surveying my face was a pretty basic past time for me. It's one of those moments where I'm just looking at myself for possibly hhours, possibly a few seconds, wondering if I'm ugly or some shit why girls don't seem to like me enough to go out with me. I've heard I'm pretty nice of a guy, so that must be the only natural reason.

"Nah, you're pretty cute tbh"

That was Fionna. No she's not constantly in my head, more like everything I've ever heard/seen/done is constantly replayed in my head, including conversations. She said that to me once when I asked her, well if I was ugly. I hate it when I do that.

Then stop

You realize you're the one doing it, right?

Yeah, but so are you.

No shit Sherlock, where the same person.

Get lost, cunt.

You can't see it but I'm sticking my tongue out at you.

Bite it then.

"I just might." I sighed to myself. Oh well enough moping, time to get dressed.

What to wear, what to wear.

Does it matter? No one's looking anyway.

Screw you

I grabbed my favourite shirt from the closet, a long with a plain grey tee, blue jeans and my black hightops, courtesy of Converse All Star. Love that brand.

After surveying myself in the mirror for about a minute, I was interrupted by a resounding:

"MARSHALL FUCKING LEE I SWEAR TO GOD YOU DID NOT LEAVE WATER ALL OVER THE GOD DAMN FLOOR"

Whoops, I'm late, gotta go to school. I grabbed my board and headed out.

Damn I can't wait to get my license. The amount of jackasses you have to deal with making your way to school on a board is ridiculous. Maybe its cause I have their girlfriend's nudes and they're jealous. Dunno. But they best believe that next time I'm gonna -

You can't fight for shit.

Oh yeah, that's a problem

Isn't it?

Anywho, upon arriving at Advent Hellhole, I was greeted by, I guess I can call them friends now, Finn, Jake, Bonnibel "Princess" Bubblegum, Bubba's sister, Bubba, and some other people I knew but don't care to know, ya know? That was kinda savage actually. Marceline's rubbing off on me, that's not a good thing. Oh yeah Fionna was there too. Wait what?

"Hi Marshall!"

"Fionna?! What are you doing here?"

"What I can't visit?"

"Not without telling me first!" I hugged her. What I didn't tell her was that if she had told me I woulda just skipped school. not that I didn't want to see her, I just didn't wanna see her with-

"Yo, Marshall" This guy.

"Heyy Bubba" I said in my best this-situation-is-hella-fucking-awkward-just let-me-go-to-class voice, which, admittedly wasn't very good.

"Everything ok man?"

"Huh? Oh yeah everything's fi-" All of a sudden there was a sarp pain in my ear.

"You fucking brat, I told you not to leave water on the god damn floor!"

"Marceline, get off my nuts please, ladies only."

"Why I oughta" At this point I was kinda scared, because Marceline actually could seriously injure me, and I wouldn't fight back cause well, she's my sister, don't hit girls, yadda yadda. But I could accidentally push her off a bridge. I contemplated this as she dragged me off to an opposite hallway.

"You ok?" Her voice suddenly full of concern.

"Hm?"

"Come on Marshall, I'm not dumb, anyone could see what was going on there."

"That obvious?"

"No, a lot more, I was just being polite."

"Oh"

"Your welcome by the way"

"Yeah, thanks. I gotta head to Math. Be seeing you."

"Yeah, same table?"

I nodded.

Sometimes, I love that sister of mine. I opened my locker to get my bookks, and was greeted by a poorly drawn caricature of myself in my baby clothes, short fangs and loaded diapers. For leaving water on the floor. -Marceline.

But sometimes, I hate her.