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Stu: 100%
Muds: 0%
Also, I'm kind of having a hard time with writing romance into this. I know Gorillaz are very off the charts with everything in life. AT, not so much. So I guess if there's any faithful AT fans reading you should leave a comment in the review box giving an opinion on if you would want to see that or not. You'll see why I'm asking at the end of this chapter. xx
Stuart sat and groaned, holding onto his head. Marceline couldn't think of anything else to do but sit beside him and stare. What was he doing? He was such a strange candy person. "I fink... I fink I need to go get me pills filled," he sighed and looked at her. The blackness that consumed his eyes was starting to get a tint of red. Marceline licked her lips. She had barely been able to drink red since she had fallen into this strange world. The only victim she had been able to claim were Stu's pants earlier and a couch cushion on her way up to his bedroom.
Marceline watched as he pulled out some weird rectangular he kept yelling into. Stuart tossed it and she picked it up quickly, examining it's smoothness. She pressed down on the screen, hearing a crack and quickly hiding it behind her back. Stuart turned to look at her, searching for a jacket. "Um... er...," he stopped," I don't suppose yew somehow 'ave other clothing do yew?" She shook her head in response, realizing she would be stuck with everything she was currently wearing. "No," she answered, starting to kick her feet around.
"Hold on a moment," Stuart said, walking down the small set of stair before his bedroom door. He returned quickcly with a basket of clothing. All kinds of patterns stuck out wildly. "Noodle did the clothes this mornin'. 'Ave at it, I'm just not too sur' 'ow well me pants might fit yew," he said as he sat it next to Marceline. She quickly dug in, picking out a torn grey flannel, black ripped shirt and a pair of his faded denim skin-tight jeans.
Stuart took a seat on the set of miniature steps, lighting up a fag. He rubbed his temples, his legs shaking. How could he have forgotten to refill? Maybe Murdoc was dipping in them again. "Are yew almost done?" he said, turning to look at her. Marcie looked at him, slipping on the last of the shirt. He instantly blushed, noticing her exposed stomach. "Mhmm!" she replied, floating over to him while putting on the flannel. His face turned a shade of bright red as he stubbed his fag out, standing up. He looked away from her as he walked out of the door, hoping she wouldn't notice the color change.
Marceline looked up at him, inhaling the at home butterscotch smell. She still couldn't comprehend how a candy person had made it to this world. Were there more of them? How had she even gotten here? Stuart opened the door, shading his eyes and then finding it was unnecessary seeing as it was already dark and muggy out. He shrugged, moving out of the way for Marceline to go ahead of him. She looked up at him questionably. He made a motion for her to move past him, noticing how large her black eyes were. Marceline slowly moved past him, looking out at the streets. Why weren't they made out of peanut brittle?
Stuart watched as she floated, examining the street in front of her. "U-um... love?" he scratched the back of his head. Marceline picked up a rock, looking it over," yes?" "Um. Well. People here kind of don't do 'hat," he said, pointing at her legs. "Do what?" she was completely lost. "Everybody here con't float," he responded, walking towards her. "Here," he mumbled, taking her hand in his and pulling her down to the ground. Her red cowboy boots clicked, and she looked down. It had been a long time since she had just walked. She relied upon being able to float so much she had basically forgotten the feeling of doing it for more than a second.
Marceline looked at his hand. He had really large hands with long fingers, and really warm palms. It had been a long time since she had held anybody's hand other than Ash. Stuart cleared his throat, standing there awkwardly. "Oh uh, okay. Is it okay if I hold onto this? So I don't forget?" she asked, waving his hand locked with her's. He nodded, starting to walk. Stuart had never had to teach somebody to walk, not even Noodle. This was definitely something different. He felt Marceline shudder as they entered the town, getting close to the pharmacy. He looked over at her, noticing how she was lurking at everybody with a crazy expression on. He raised a brow, shaking his head and letting out a laugh. Crazy girl.
"Name?" the old woman at the counter asked. Stuart looked around and then leaned in," Pot. Stuart Pot." She raised a brow at him and then went behind the counter, retrieving a baggy with his name and a full pill bottle in it. "Fanks," he replied, nodding to her. Marceline looked at him, oddly. "Why did you act all secretive back there?" she asked, floating next to him. "Oh god, don't do that," he said, holding her hand to keep her down again," because. Paparazzi are crazy, and it's best not to let anybody know who I am. For all I know, we could be on a magazine cover tomorra'." They walked out of the pharmacy, almost running into an ice cream cart. "Oi, yew loike this stuff, right?" he asked, smiling. She stared at it all, smiling.
Stuart popped the top off of his pill container, sitting one on top of his vanilla sprinkled ice cream. He looked over at Marceline who was devouring the superman colored milk. He licked the pill off, laughing as she came to the bottom of the cone, whimpering. "Here," he held his out," yew seem to like this more than me." Marceline looked up at him, her black eyes widened. Stu smiled, feeling like he was looking at a cute puppy. "Go ahead," he said as he placed it in her hands and watched her devour the sweet treat once more. "Yew really like condy, don't yew?" he smiled. She nodded, licking the rest off of her fingers and tossing the plastic at the bottom of the cone.
"Just stay close to me, awlright?" Stuart said as he held onto Marceline's hand tight. He had decided to take her to his favorite pub for a bite to eat before they went back to the lair. They way she had devoured made him think that maybe they should have been feeding her better and she was starving. Marceline looked around at all the oddly shaped people. Why were there so blibbin' many humans in this world? He walked her over to a table, sitting her down. "I'll be raight back lov, I just need to use the privy," he said, scooting away. She watched him walking away, letting out a humph. All of these people looked so strange to her. For that matter, why were they all drinking and smoking? She shook her head, excited at the sight of Stuart walking back to her.
Stuart smiled, positioning his awkwardly long body in the chair. "Would yew loike sumfink to eat or drink?" he asked, slightly yawning. The night felt like it was dragging on to him. He ran a hand through his crazy blue locks, Marceline shaking her head. "Awlright," he sighed. "Oi! Beautiful!" some drunken man yelled, stumbling next to Marceline. Stuart crossed his arms and furrowed his brow. What did this tosser think he was doing? "Excuse me?" she replied, crossing her arms. The man sniggered, spilling his beer slightly on her jeans. She screamed, throwing her arms up. "How about yew fuck off?" Stuart said, standing up. The guy looked up at him, waving Stuart off and grabbing Marceline's arm. She tried taking it back, struggling to make him let go.
"Hey! I said fuck off!" Stuart yelled, grabbing the man by the shirt. The man lifted up his hand, slamming Stuart right in the eye. Stuart flinched, wiping the bit of blood from broken skin off. "Is that all yew've got? I take harder hits everyday from a drunk old ba'stard," Stuart scoffed. Marceline tugged at his pants, trying to get him to put the man down. Stuart looked down at her, smiling and then turning, socking the guy in the nose. The man fell back, yelling, his friends joining him and starting to make a riot. "Come on!" Marceline yelled, grabbing his hand and quickly floating out of the door with him. Stuart gave a yelp, slightly terrified at the feeling. She put him down outside of the pub, sighing.
Stuart kept his eyes on the pavement, holding Marceline's hand tight. He felt bad that he had upset her so much earlier. She had cried outside of the pub after they had escaped the impending brawl. He didn't know what to do other than just hold onto her until she was finished. Had that really set her off, or was it more than that? Stuart opened the door and let go of Marceline's hand, letting her float up to his bedroom. He walked up slowly, sulking.
Marceline floated to his room, rummaging through the clothes hamper for something to change out of the beer soaked clothing she was wearing. Stuart walked in," look Marcie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset yew." He sighed, sitting on the bed and looking at her. Her face was completely drained from emotions. "Hey," he whispered, putting a hand on her leg. He looked down at her, and she turned her face, just barely an inch away from the singer's
lips. She looked into the black orbs of his eyes and felt her face heat up. "It's all awright," he whispered. She felt her eyes shake, and slowly close.
"Oi! Face-ache!" Murdoc screamed, startling the two. Stuart looked over at him," before yew ask, no I don't knowr where yewr bloody bass is at!" "I wouldn't be talking so tough you poof, betta' shut it before I give you a reason to!" he said, making a fist. Marceline growled, shaking the bed slighthly. Murdoc looked over at her, and turned on his heel, walking away. "Sorry 'bout that," Stuart apologized," ready for bed, ey?"
Stuart looked at the clock through blurred vision. It was two in the A.M., and something had woken his from his dreams. He swore he had heard a noise, but what? He lay still, listening to the sounds of the night, suddenly hearing it again. He sat up, looking around, noticing Marceline curled up in the sheets, her face covered. He frowned, realizing it had been her sobbing that woke him. But why? "Marcie," he said softly, scooting close to her and pulling her body against his," 'is awright love, I promise." Marceline gripped onto his arm, sobbing harder. Poor thing must be home sick. He held her yet again, her head buried in his chest as she gripped his shirt with tears to soak the fabric all the way thru.
"Marcie, love," Stuart barely said audible. Marceline gripped his shirt harder, her sobs almost non-existent. Stuart sighed, clearing his mind. He opened his lips, making a soothing noise. He held her tight, feeling the lyrics form on his lips.
"Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NO's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark"
Stuart quieted, feeling the little pants of breath calmly hitting his face. He smiled, snuggling into her.
Sorry this chapter was a lot longer than I had intended it to be. I'm getting used to writing 2,000+ words for each chapter now thanks to my lemon story "Who Are You To Make Me Feel So Good?"...so I really am sorry to those who like short and sweet chapters.
If you haven't voted, or don't know.. there is a poll I'll be hosting on my user page kind of as a contest to see who you (THE READERS) would like for Marceline to be with in the end.
Bai guys!
Song: I Will Follow You Into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie
