I know I know, I've been gone for wayyy too long, and I do plan to update SSL sooner rather than later, but for now, you'll have to settle for this. Updates are going to be very sporadic, cause this is the year for my external exams, so I'll be studying with most of my not so free time. Enough out of me though, back to the story. Song Name: Whoa is Me Author: Down With Webster, give it a lsiten
Marshall's POV
"Ugh what should I do for my talent Marcy?"
"What do you mean what? You play 7 instruments, you sing, you dance, for some reason girls find you funny and not dorky, and you're asking me what to do for your talent?"
"No but I have no idea what to pick! Performances are 5 minutes long tops, I can't do everything in five minutes as much as I'd like to." Then out of nowhere, something hit me and I was panned out on my ass staring up at the sun. "The fuck was that?" I groaned as I got to my feet. I heard shutters click and saw Marceline putting her phone away, pretending to look like she hadn't just recorded me wipeout completely. Sometimes I really hate this girl.
"Oh dude are you ok?" That voice was Jake's, and I saw him peeling Finn off the sidewalk, with Finn's board not too far ahead.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine, what about him?"
"He'll live, he's fallen much harder than that, much more often. I keep telling him to try out for the football team and the kid won't hear it." he laughed. It was weird for Jake to be so...normal around us, maybe cause he spent the entire time looking at his brother who was clearly no longer in need of help.
"What's that on your back? The black bag?"
"Book bag" he grunted. Clearly he was trying to hide something from me
"Doesn't look like books in there"
"Jake plays the vio-oww! Why'd you punch me?!"
"You play an instrument? Which one?" Marceline asked. Which was probably better, cause Marceline had a nasty habit of making people run their mouths when they aren't supposed to.
"Viola..." he stammered
Being a sucker for bow string instruments, seeing as I couldn't play them for the life of me, I was definitely intrigued at this point. "Really that's so cool" I couldn't really keep up my bad boy premise with the eleven year old kid inside me fangasming about Jake's choice of instrument. I was met with cold silence.
"So Finn, do you play anything?"
The kid's face was basically yelling 'I thought you'd never ask!'. "I play drums and electric guitar" he beamed. That's actually pretty impressive.
"Hey why don't you guys help me with my talent?"
"Us? Help you? Why?" Jake asked, probably a little more coldly than he knew better. I did the first thing that came to mind.
"Well, I can see the way you look at Lady. Anyone with half a brain can tell how much you like her. What if I told you that I can give you pointers on how to get her to reciprocate those feelings?" Top it off with the trademarked Abadeer smirk and Jake was basically putty in my hands.
"Alright fine I'll help you. Finn do you wanna help out?"
"Sounds fun! I'm in." And just like that I had too band mates for the competition. Sweet.
So Saturday rolled around, and I got to my detention with Senora Butthurt on time (for once). She made me write a few lines, mark papers and it was generally an unpleasant experience. After the most painful five minutes of my life, she got up and went to the door. Now I promise it wasn't anything, bad, per say but Senora has been complaining about the headaches I give her so I just put a little powdered extra strength Panadol in her drink. Nothing major right? Right. Within another excruciating five minutes, she was out cold. Careful not to disturb her, I got up and shifted the clock so it said an hour had passed. Lucky for me Senora didn't wear a watch. I grabbed my bags and headed to the room where Marcy was supposed to have her detention, but when I got there, she was already gone. So I booked it to the Music Room. The door was ajar, but I couldn't see her inside. Weird. Quite carelessly I might add, I walked in blind. I was looking for somewhere to put my stuff when-
CRASH!
I don't know where it came from, I don't know how I did it, but next thing I saw was my foot framing Finn's jaw and Marcy dying in the corner struggling to hold her phone straight for the video. Finn fell to the floor and I'm almost sure he was unconscious.
"What the fuck Marcy you said he wasn't going to hurt him!" Jake said as he punched her in the shoulder.
Marceline didn't seem to care at all "I know but you have to admit that was hilarious." And she erupted again.
Somehow Finn got up and started rubbing his jaw. "Oww"
"S-Sorry" I managed, putting my hands down, deciding I wasn't still under threat from floating, evil cymbals. "So what now?"
"I guess you guys decide what song you're gonna play for the concert? I'll be in the studio if you need me." Marceling said, rather nonchalantly. She really didn't intend to help me? Wow, some sister.
"Alright well, my taste in music is...different, so what song's a popular nowadays?" I asked the both of them.
"That's finn's field of expertise, isn't it Finn"
"Um well, there's Hello-"
"Goodbye."
"Sorry?"
"Nah."
"Hotli-"
"Don't even finish it. Ok clearly me and popular music were never meant to be friends so, how about this one?" I said picking up one of the electrics.
Whoa is me
I'm so whoa
See me decked out from my head to my toe
Whoa is me
I'm so whoa
Everywhere I go I'm a one man show
I feel like a Hollywood star
Hand full of bills, all black cars
Rock guitar and 10 shots of whiskey
Got the chain on my neck and a massive hickey
You say you're a big deal, big deal
I've been a big deal ever since big wheels
Shit's real, I feel
Like a supermodel who just skipped a meal
I like to party and spend my dough
And when I go to rehab I'm putting on a show
And it's so spectacular whenever I rap to ya
Im re-enacting my feelings to capture the, moment like a Nikon
And when the mics on, I'm a star baby, I'm your icon
I put on the light, I shine, I glow
Whoa is me, I'm so whoa
Say whoa (whoa)
The more I feel it (whoa)
The more I need it (whoa)
You say whoa
Whoa is me
I'm so whoa
The more I feel it (whoa)
The more I need it (whoa)
You say whoa
Whoa is me
I'm so whoa
I'm surrounded by people, I'm cool
Everyone's so see-through, not you
I know you think I don't hustle, I do
Used to get up for the bus now I fly do
Drive by you, I'll buy you
Alright, then I'll bite your style
I try to act like a child
Born yesterday, but born to be wild
I cheated to get what I got
Stepped all over yourself for my spot
I bet you I'm winning, I bet that you're not
I bet you don't see me, I bet you get caught
You just leave the talking to me
I'm dope and I'm hard on my feet
I'm the S to the H, the I to the T
And what you don't know you just gotta believe
Whoa
The more I feel it (whoa)
The more I need it (whoa)
You say whoa
Whoa is me
I'm so whoa
Say whoa (whoa)
The more I feel it (whoa)
The more I need it (whoa)
You say whoa
Whoa is me
I'm so whoa
It's quiet, right before the storm I'm eyeing
Everyone I see, I'm silent
So damn flying, I'm a pilot
No, I'm a giant
Hope that you're ready when I set off the riot
See my band, see my clothes
Be my fan, see my show
See my plan is to be so dope
That you like me and me like whoa
Say whoa (whoa)
The more I feel it (whoa)
The more I need it (whoa)
You say whoa
Whoa is me
I'm so whoa
Say whoa (whoa)
The more I feel it (whoa)
The more I need it (whoa)
You say whoa
Whoa is me
I'm so whoa
"Hm?" I turned around to see their reactions. All I saw were Finn's and Jake's open mouths.
Finn was the first to speak "Um yeah sure, I like that one, what about you Jake?"
"Yeah, sure, let's go with that."
All of a sudden, Marceline practically jumped out of the studio and locked the door in a hurry. "We gotta book it, now!" I knew better than to ask questions.
"Grab your shit boys!" I said slinging my bag onto my back. I saw Jake picking up his Viola and Finn putting his sticks in his pockets.
Marceline and I had been making this run for as long as we'd been at this school so we were ok with it. Finn seemed to be good, but Jake, not so much.
"Follow me!" I yelled back at them, and I saw what Marceline had been talking about, rather I heard. The guard (who knew me and Marceline by heart) had heard me and was coming this way. Unluckily for him, wearing rubber boots and weighing over 200 pounds does not work well with sneaking around on waxed floors. I had my secret route all planned out. Bank the second left hard, B-Line for the cafeteria, turn the first right before the you actually hit the cafeteria, and right past the principal's office. There's a window there that she always leaves open, because the football players have a particular scent that doesn't bode well with...anyone who has a nose. And lucky for me, at this fine 1:26 p.m. in the afternoon, our dear principal was currently out to buy her lunch. Somewhere between running from the security guard and trying to make sure Jake didn't pass out, Finn and I started racing, and Marceline was trying to pull Jake along with her and keep up with us at the same time. When we reached the window I jumped and scraped my shin on the window sill, Finn's toes got caught on the ledge so he faceplanted, but somehow turned it into a roll, Marceline pushed Jake through the window, who proceeded to land on the garbage heep, wheezing. Marceline was the only one of us who made it through still clean.
"Oh shit, I forgot to turn back the clock, I'll be back." I steadied my breathing and re-entered through the front door.
When I got back to my classroom, Senora was still asleep, so I turned the clock back, sat down in the desk and hit her with a paper ball. She started awake.
"Huh-what's wrong?" I pointed at the clock. "Fine you can go, see you here next Saturday."
"Wouldn't miss it" I muttered. When I got to the front of the school, Marceline and the guys had already left. I was in no rush so I went around to the side of the school to see if I could erase the evidence of our rushed exit.
"Fi, I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking!"
"That's the fucking thing, you weren't thinking! And don't fucking call me that!" Waoh. Fionna never swears, not even that one time I sorta maybe accidentally on purpose spilled soda all over here back in eighth grade.
"Babe please ju-" Then a slap rang out so loud I'm sure Marcy heard it wherever she was.
"We're done." Fionna said with tears in her eyes.
"Wha-?"
"I SAID WE'RE DONE GUMBALL!" and she started to storm off. In my direction. Shit. I ducked behind the nearest tree and tried to figure out what the hell just happened.
So this is me pretending that a long chapter makes up for the year of absence. Did it work? As always, please favourite and review. Tell me what more you guys would like to see in the story! I'm always open to suggestions. Thanks for reading and sorry for being late again :)