Chapter 2: One Long Wolf Plus Another One Equals...?
"Ooomf!" Sputtered a Marceline who just stumbled over two really fat sticks. Funny thing is, she heard a sound that didn't/shouldn't belong to any kind of stick. She got up, dusting herself off, and looked back at what made her face plant. She spotted HIM before she actually realized it. Black hair similar to hers, messy yet perfect, same gray-ish eyes as her own, in a royal red shirt with overalls.
"Marshy!" She said, excited to finally have someone to... Well, not exactly talk with, but more of someone to do something with. The almost eight year old boy was chuckling with a rare smile that Marceline usually only saw, not that she knew that yet.
"Yo Marcy, what's up? Face planted lately?" He teased, his usual smirk plastered on his too similar pale-ish face.
"Actually, as a matter of fact, yes. What about you?" She said defiantly, not one to be bested by... Well... Anybody.
"Oh you know, killing people every night." Young Marshall said, winking unknowingly flirtatiously to his fellow lone wolf. Little Marceline just scoffed, which is the opposite reaction Marshall expected. He was pretty impressed that this little girl didn't buy his lie AND didn't have that fearful look (AN: They're little kids, they tend to believe a lot of things.) He was intrigued by her, and though only knowing her for a week or so going into her house with boxes and seeing her only every once and a while, he wanted to get to know her, her secrets, and everything else. Not that he knew that, nor knew that it sounded kind of creepy.
"Maaaaaaarshy?" A snap of the fingers, a magical sounding singsong voice belonging to a certain someone, and a giggle was enough to make little Marshall snap out of his thoughts.
"Come on! Let's go play a trick on Bonniebell and Bumba!" Exclaimed the birthday girl. She certainly is an odd one, and a bit of a lone wolf, but I like her already... She's just like me. Wait, what did I just think?
A little cheesy ending for me, but hopefully you enjoyed the chappy (Now I sound British...) Sorry if you have noticed the lack of 1,000+ words! I just kind of write these whenever 3 PH56