Author/Me: Okay, just in case any of you were wondering how Marceline could punch Wendy, since vampires can't beat ghosts. Well remember in Heat Signature when she was able to kick them? Yeah, so I hope that clears some stuff up. What no suggestions with the story thing? All right. Heh heh

As I whipped around Ooo, I wipe frantically for tears that weren't there and probably would never come. I still did it though. Just in case. I had ruined everything. If anyone had even like hanging around me, it all disappeared when I destroyed everything with everyone around me. What will happen now? I wasn't really upset about losing their friendship. In fact maybe I was a little glad they were gone. I was really scared they were going to do whatever they could to break me in anyway possible. I knew ghosts could beat vampires anytime they wanted to. Even if I had been a friend for a couple centuries with them, they would get me back. It was against their kind of nature to not get in your face.

Finally zipping one last time around, I sped back to my house and jump into my bed. I had seen several night creatures staring at me in shock, but I'm gone before they even thought twice about it.

I should have just stayed and played around with them. I could have just had just as much of fun as they did and dismiss any bad thoughts that would come to mind. I could of done any one of those things, and instead I lost control.

For the first hour, I expected something to come knocking on my door, but nothing happened. Maybe they were planning something. Even if it wasn't like them, they would do anything to get me back, right?

I slammed my head against the pillow and let out a slow sigh. Whatever. It wasn't like I had anything to lose now. Slowly I relax and my eyelids close.

Thud. The sound of a knock wakes me. It's still dark outside, so I probably hadn't been asleep for too long. Thud. Thud. Could Wendy and the others really be hunting me down? I turned my head towards the door and waited soundlessly.

"Marceline?"

A sigh of relief leaves me. It's not them or anything like that. Still it's suspicious enough he of all would be visiting me. I hovered towards the entry and opened it.

"Hello Jake."

He eyed me nervously and gave a shaky, "Can I come in?"

Wordlessly, I moved out of the way and let him sit. There was an awkward silence, and he shifted around restlessly, finally settling on the couch. Huh. Still scared from head to tail of me. After all these years. I guess it was partially my fault since I'd never passed the chance to get him.

"So you still haven't changed the couch?" he joked nervously.

I crossed my arms and let out a half smile. "I pranked you guys pretty hard back then, didn't I?"

He gave a little laugh and glanced at me nervously. "It was actually pretty cool till the ghosts started beating us up."

"Yah." Talking about them somehow ticked me off in a way and I crossed my arms. "Cut the chase. Why are you here?"

Jake looked up at the ceiling and sucked in his breath. He was afraid of was he was going to say next was going to offend me. Great. Lectures probably, if he was even brave enough. Probably about me being a brat or something. That was usually it.

In a shaky breath he began, " Finn is really confused why you snapped at him the other day. He's trying to act mad but he's really worried. I know he wants to talk to you, but he's too proud sometimes. Something happened back there."

I paused at him. Amazing. He just read me like a book. I gave a long stroke at my hair and pressed my lips together. Time to let it all out.

"Just a personal prank about my childhood," I sighed. "A couple of friends thought it would be funny to do it." Of course there was also a chance that wasn't true.

Jake nodded slowly as if he understood. Chuckling he said," Don't worry. You're not the only one like this. When I was little my brother and I got into a fight. He ended up in a coma from my punching him too hard, but I ended up thinking for a couple years that I had killed him."

A snort of laughter escaped me and I grinned. "Ha. You should have seen my dad's reaction when he found out I turned the family's ax into a bass. He was so mad I'd done something shameful like that." I rolled my eyes and found myself floating on the couch next to him. "Gosh this seat is pretty uncomfortable," I complained.

Jake let out a guffaw. A big one this time. Then I realize the weirdest thing. This is one of the few rare times I had told a story from when I was little. And this one was going out to the dog.

"Still." His face turned serious again. "You should apologize to Finn or something. Let him know you are all right. He cares about you Marceline, whether you want to admit it or not."

There we were back to that subject again. I hated emotionally exhausting things and Jake was only making it worse. "Listen," I grumbled. "I've never really known how to deal with people. I never spent much time with them and I guess it can really hurt me in the long shot. Apologizing? It's not something I've done much."

"Then do it now."

There's real hardness in his voice and I'm slightly surprised at it. The carefree cowardly little dog I had known for so long, was telling me what to do. Though if it was either Finn's sake or mine he was going at, I couldn't help but feel bitter.

"I doubt it would effect him much," I said dryly. "Isn't he obsessed about his little Bonnibel? I doubt counting me out of his life will do much."

"Marceline! You know that's not true. Stop acting like a little girl and step up. You're one thing Princess Bubblegum isn't. You're a queen so start acting like it."

"Lay off," I retorted. "We all know he's going to end up with her. The hero and the damsel, right?" Even if I would never admit it, the words that were coming out of me were true. I had never even considered having feelings for Finn until now but everything I was saying hinted it. So how come I never had any idea of this before?

And Jake must of realized it too because when he speaks, his voice is gentle. "That was four years ago. Believe me. Finn has changed a lot more than you think. Even if it isn't obvious."

And just like that he stands up and leaves. I sat on the couch for next hours wondering about what he had said. How Finn had changed. Finally making up my decision, I stand up and take a deep breath. I had some loose ends I needed to tie up now.