Chapter Eight: Getting Dressed on the Way to Hell
The pale moon had risen, full and luminous, light raying out and bleaching the land, but it's source was hiding. The sky was so vast and inviting, the stars wrapping lovingly around their Goddess in an endless shield, but still it hid from the rest of the world. Clothed in the creamy eggshell sheets of her best friend and lover, gazing passed the veiled windows, she could imagine why it would want to - shame. She loved Marshall Lee, in every conceivable way, she loved him, but it wasn't supposed to happen this way...
She didn't know that it should have been Gumball either, but something in her heart told her that if it had been him laying by her side underneath this moon, it would have been shining brightly...
But maybe that was just guilt...
"Can't sleep?" The airy and standoffish tone of Marshall Lee snapped her from her reverie, mouth close to her ear, his hands massaging her shoulders with considerable skill, "I could always -"
"No. Marley, what have we done? What have I done? I'm so confused..." She turned to look him in the eyes, her single eggplant orb boring into his being, arms clinging to him as she fell into a tight embrace, one that blurred the lines between brother and boyfriend, "I don't know what to do."
Sighing at her naive helplessness, Skyla not even aware that he himself was facing the exact same struggle, he held her close, crushing her in his arms, "You regret doing this with me, don't you? I'm such an idiot for allowing this to happen... Fionna and Gumball are going to be devastated when they find out."
Closing her eyes so she didn't have to see him looking at her, or the look of disgust that he probably was wearing, she shook her head, "I could never regret this, not with you, but I do wish that the circumstances were different..."
"I'm sorry," He released his hold on the girl very suddenly, sure that were she not curled on-top of him, legs dangling over the side of his calves, she would have fallen, "We probably shouldn't see each other anymore..."
Already tearing up at this situation, Skyla began to cry freely, heart crumbling in on itself, "No, I can't lose you too...!"
Jerking awake with a start, Skyla's head shot up, forehead banging painfully into her knees, blurred eye seeing that she had dosed off while observing the sky. Thankfully, Marshall Lee was still asleep, so that meant that that awful conversation had never happened. It never could happen... He was her best friend, and since she had lost Gumball, he was all that she had...
"I'm so sorry," She whispered, sliding from her perch, rolling from the bed to crouch on the floor, "But, I really can't afford to lose you too... Not after everything else that's happened to me today... I know I'm selfish, and this will probably hurt you, but trust me, this is the best way..."
Sobbing, she gathered her things, getting dressed on the way out...
Gold, Gum, Fire, and Blood
Blinking in the bright light, the left side of his entire body numb from falling asleep on the floor, Finn woke up to see that he was even less alone than normal. Having played into the next day, Skyler had fallen asleep, rear end sticking up in the air, arms folded underneath his head. Marceline was gone, having left the dweebs before she got stuck at the tree-house without any way of getting home unscathed. Jake and Beemo were off in bed, having retired shortly before the two boys had fallen asleep.
Earlier...
Sitting with his back to the couch, looking over at his floor-buddy, Skyler was strangely acting cool, and not creepy. Ok, Finn had to admit, maybe Skyler wasn't as disturbed as the Ice King. Maybe.
"So, how long have you known Marcy?" He asked the other boy curiously, always interested in hearing a good story.
Skyler shrugged, "Longer than you have," and seeing a good chance for some bonding, he continued, "When I was ten, she saved my life... There was a fire, and my family had left me there to die, but she saved me and took me in."
Surprised to hear such a profound moment of truth, friendship, and heroics, Finn gasped joyously, "Wow, Marceline and you are like best buds, huh? Kinda like me and Jake!"
It hadn't occurred to him, but Finn wasn't entirely wrong about, "Totes. Except for one small difference... I really like her. Like, I like like her. You and Jake are just really tight bros."
"Right..." Skyler wasn't entirely right about that, "So, you like like Marcy? Then why are you always hitting on me?"
The other boy smirked, the pervy side of him surfacing, "So you did know that I was hitting on, and yet, you never hit me for it, interesting." Settling back on his forwardness so he didn't harm his chances with Finn later, he went on, "But I'm not here for that now. I just want to chill, friends only, you know? But, I am curious about one thing..."
Not trusting him entirely, Finn the Human asked wearily, "What?"
"You're obviously into the ladies, but how do you know that you don't like it both ways if you haven't tried it?" He said simply, just letting the question work its way into the heroes head. Silent for a couple of moments, Skyler stretched his arms out, skidding down the couch, "You ready for a rematch?"
Finn smiled, "I'm always ready!"
Disclaimer: I no own Finn. Deida own Skye.
A/N: Heh, new Devil may Cry, with a naked Dante... Anyways... Yeah, Skyler is saying "totes", as in totally, but I didn't know how to spell that... Thanks to a certain Fiolee fan, and some research, I have decided to change this story from an "M" to a "T". The only reason that I started it so high was paranoia, ideas that didn't pan out in the long-run, and habit. If some of those ideas do happen to work out (unlikely), I might change it back, but I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you... And thank you again! I look forward to the future and receiving more reviews. And a big thank you to dickory5!
