Marshall POV:
Three days later - Sunday night:
Having to listen very closely to hear Marceline's voice over the purr of his bike, Marshall follows her instructions. Taking the highway, then a right on a small paved road, avoid the pot holes, around a lot of twists and turns, and finally up a long driveway to a two story house, with two cars parked out front.
Marshall stops his motorcycle outside of 'Marceline's' house, but keeps it running. Marceline lets go of his torso, and climbs off of the bike.
"Are you sure you can't come in? You can meet Keila and Guy. They're in a band." Marceline offers, walking backwards towards the dimly lit porch.
"Nah, sorry Marcy. I got an old friend to meet up with. Maybe another time?" Marshall shrugs his shoulders, smiling.
Marceline stops walking backwards, and stares him down.
"How about later then? Not like you're actually worried about school tomorrow or anything." Marceline suggests, smiling.
Marshall sighs and rolls his head around, contemplating his answer.
"Eh, you got me there. Why not? I'll be by a bit later, okay? You better be awake." He calls, as she starts to head toward the door.
"See you then!" she calls back, stepping up to the porch.
Marshall watches Marceline until she goes inside. He sighs, and begins turning his bike around to leave. Once he walks his bike around, he revs it up and heads down the long drive way, out to the road that leads to the highway.
As Marshall carefully navigates around pot holes and around curves, his mind starts to drift. 'I thought I lived in the middle of nowhere. Damn, Marceline.' he chuckles, due to his thoughts. 'Wait a minute, we only live like, five minutes apart though...' Marshall smiles as he realizes they will be able to see each other a lot easier.
Marshall raises an eyebrow as he takes a sharp turn. 'I don't think I've ever seen Marceline on the way to school, or going home. She doesn't take the highway, does she?' he ponders. 'Come to think of it, she probably does. That's how she guided me here.' He shakes his head, laughing to himself. 'I'll have to show her the faster way.'
Realizing time has passed exponentially faster than Marshall had realized, he skids to a stop at the end of the long curvy road, just before he slams into a car on the highway. The car honks as it passes. Marshall flips it off and mumbles "Yeah, fuck you too."
The town of Aaa - Which was pretty much a suburb of Aaa City, but Marshall doesn't consider it a suburb. More of a community - was about fifteen or so minutes to his left, but he was going to Aaa City. Roughly thirty minutes to his right. He pulls out right, and is headed straight for Flambo's Inferno - The bar he semi-frequents.
The drive to Aaa City is nothing out of the ordinary - Marshall weaves in between cars, occasionally drives on the shoulder, and does seventy five in a fifty five. He slows down once he gets into the city however, because he knows cops here are assholes, and he doesn't feel like getting stopped - Or running from the cops... Again. One narrowly-escaped chase in Aaa City is one too many for Marshall Lee Abameer.
Marshall may say he hates the town of Aaa, and not really mean it... But he really does hate Aaa City. The people are self-absorbed asshats, they're greedy and corporate, and the city just smells bad all together. 'Such a shitty place...' he thinks, as he looks around, waiting for a traffic light to turn green.
The only reason Marshall ever comes to Aaa city is to catch up with Flambo, or to see local bands perform - He mainly only came out to see The Scream Queens, Slackjaw, or Times Of Adventure whenever they were playing, but he hasn't been to a local show in a couple months. 'Maybe Flambo knows when someones playing... It's been too long.' Marshall thinks, as he pulls in to the small parking lot of an obnoxiously red building located on the far east side of Aaa City.
Marshall kills his motorcycle, nudges out the kickstand out, and dismounts his ride. He strolls towards the door, nodding at a few guys standing out front. Marshall opens the large metal door, and glances around the overly Irish bar. He fumbles with his pockets - Tight jeans and cigarette packs don't mix very well - and works out a slightly crumpled pack of Marlboro reds. He lights one up and walks over to the bar, and takes a seat on a stool.
"Yo, Flambo!" He calls down the bar, getting the attention of a short, tattooed old man.
Flambo is an Irishman, and proud of it. (He had all the right to be, seeing as the Nuclear War had obliterated most of his home-country - The saddest part is, Ireland wasn't even involved in the war. It was just a casualty.) He was old, short, covered in military tattoos, and wrinkly - But still managed to keep his bright orange hair and beard.
Flambo perks up when he sees who was calling him. He quickly finishes wiping down the far end of the bar, and walks over to talk to Marshall. They shake hands before speaking - As most old friends do.
"Eyy, Marshall. Haven't seen ye around 'ere in a while. How're ye handlin' your old man's house?" Flambo asks, through a bad croup and a thick accent.
"Yeah, sorry Flambo. Been real busy. And the house is fine. Been taking care of it." Marshall answers, smiling at his old friend, who in return smiles back.
Flambo produces a cigar from his shirt pocket, and lights it. After a couple of puffs, he fishes out two shot glasses and starts to pour Marshall and himself a shot of whiskey.
"Dat's good to hear. Lemme know if ye want to grill sometime, I ain't had a good grillin' in ages." Flambo chuckles, sliding Marshall the shot.
Marshall and Flambo knock shot glasses, just before they take the shots. Marshall downs his, and cringes a little bit.
"It's been a while since I had some good whiskey." Marshall laughs.
"Yeh, I can tell. That's a good thing though, drinkin's bad for'ya." Flambo winks.
Marshall laughs, and puts his cigarette out in a near by ashtray. He turns his attention back to Flambo when he hears him sigh. Flambo rests his elbows on the bar, exhaling a plume of cigar smoke. 'Smells like cherry...' Marshall notices, just before Flambo begins talking again.
"Boy, yer father would kill me if he saw me let ye drink." Flambo chuckles, dryly.
Marshall laughs, running a hand through his hair.
"Yeah, he'd kill me if he knew I was smoking."
Conversation dies down after the mention of Marshall's father. Marshall awkwardly looks around, trying to find something to talk about - To no avail.
"Alright, Flambo. I came here on a mission tonight." Marshall blurts out, after a long awkward silence.
"Girl troubles, eh?" Flambo says, confidently. Now standing up, smirking at Marshall. "Better not be Ashley troubles, either."
Marshall raises an eyebrow, and laughs. He starts to speak, but is cut off by Flambo.
"Look, Marshall. She may be hot, but ye can't let that get to ye." Flambo says, pointing a finger at Marshall.
"Gross. You're old, old man. You can't say Ashley's hot. That's like, pedo shit." Marshall laughs.
"Eyy, ye can't blame a man for noticing 'er, especially with a rack like that, can'ye?" Flambo starts to laugh, but ends up in a coughing fit.
"Nah, it's not about Ashley. Not really, at least. I met this new gal." Marshall mumbles.
"Alright, well, tell me 'bout 'er." Flambo says, releasing a cloud of smoke from his mouth.
"Well, Flambo... She's different from any girl I've ever met. She's gorgeous, and I mean gorgeous Flambo. Long, flowing black hair. Just... A perfect face. She doesn't even wear make up, she's just that beautiful. She's funny. She's sarcastic - You know me, so that's a plus. She plays guitar, bass, drums, pretty much any instrument - Which I dig. She's stylish, at least for my taste. But she's bad about these mixed signals. Like, when we first met, she practically didn't acknowledge my existence. She just sort of tagged along with me because I was only person she knew at school - She's new, by the way. But then, as if over night, she started worrying about me one day when I over slept. And when I was feeling out of it, she made it her mission to come talk to me. She stayed over at my place these past couple nights, and we got closer - Not like that, ya old perv. We kissed a lot over the weekend, but anytime I would try to be sweet with her, or anything, she just sort of brushed it off or made a joke out of it. It was like, she wanted to make out, but she didn't want the emotional attachment. I don't know, Flambo. What do you think?" Marshall explains.
Flambo nods his head while puffing on his cigar.
"Did'ye tell 'er about Ashley?" Flambo asks, after a long pause.
"Yeah? Only because one of my friends told her, and she asked about her. Why?" Marshall says, skeptically.
Flambo grunts, and nods his head again.
"She may be worried you're not over Ashley yet. Any'ne who know'ye, knows how fuck'd up ye were over Ashley. It's not a secret, Marshall. She may has problems of her own, and doesn't want to burden ye with them. She may like'ya, but be fighting those feelin's, cause she thinks that it's what's best for ye two." Flambo suggests, putting his infinite - Almost physic - wisdom to use.
Marshall doesn't reply. After a long sigh, he closes his eyes and hangs his head.
"Are ye over Ashley? That is the only question dat matters here, boy." Flambo says, bluntly.
Marshall sighs, and lights another cigarette.
"Well, no. But that's just because she won't let me get over her. Every time things are looking up, she comes around and drags me back down. I know if I was with Marceline, I would have the will power to shut Ashley out."
"Aye boy, but don't ever let 'er hear'ye say that. She'll tink yer using 'er." Flambo comments.
"But I'm not." Marshall grumbles, exhaling smoke.
"I know dat, boy. But girls brains are wired differently. What makes sense to us, doesn't always make sense to dem, and what makes sense to dem doesn't always make sense to us. You get it, son?" Flambo says, nodding his head.
"Yeah, that makes sense." Marshall groans, rubbing his temples.
Flambo puts out his cigar in the ashtray, and leans in close to Marshall.
"Listen boy. You gott'a get Ashley out of yer head. Don't worry 'bout 'er." Flambo starts, grabbing Marshall's free hand with both of his hands, and looking him in the eyes, "If this Marceline girl means a lot to ye, yun got to ride it out. It ain't easy, son, but it'll pay off, if you really care 'bout 'er. It's like my father, Glob bless his ghost, used to say back in tha' motherland. He used to say "Between a man and woman, it's everything or nothing at all." So, basically you either give it yer all, or back away from dis. Do what ye think is best, boy." He finishes, letting Marshall's hand go, but keeping eye contact.
Marshall takes in Flambo's information momentarily, before nodding his head in confirmation.
"I got it. Thanks Uncle Flambo, you always have words of wisdom for me." Marshall smiles, as he stands from his bar stool.
Flambo returns the smile, and calls to Marshall as he walks out of the bar.
"Were ye goin' in such a hurry, boy?"
Marshall opens the front door of the bar, flicks his cigarette out into the parking lot, and looks over his shoulder with a smile.
"I'm going to see her."
Marceline POV:
"Woah, Keila! Your hair, it's... White. When did you do that?" Marceline exclaims as she enters Keila's house.
"Mar-Mar! I've missed you!" Keila screams as she runs over to hug Marceline. "Ohh, and like, a month ago maybe. I thought it looked good, but Guy was kind of skeptical, but he loves it now, right?"
Guy snaps his attention off of the television and onto his girlfriend.
"Yeah, babe. Looks great. I love it." He agrees, going back to watching television when Keila is through talking to him.
"So, who have you been with all weekend?" Keila asks, nudging Marceline with her elbow.
Marceline tries to hide her blushing face, which only makes Keila more curious.
"Who? Who? Who?" Keila continues frantically.
"Just this guy, named Marshall." Marceline replies, smiling.
"Is he good to you?" Keila asks, raising an eyebrow.
Marceline laughs.
"A little too good to me, to be honest."
"Well, if he turns out like that last one, let me know, and I'll have Guy beat his ass." Keila instructs Marceline. "Right?" She calls over her shoulder.
"Huh? Yeah." Guy mumbles, not bothering to take his gaze off of the television this time.
Marceline laughs, and gives Keila another hug.
"Thanks, but don't worry, this guys sweet. He's no Ash. He's actually going to stop by later, you guys can meet him." Marceline says, trying not to sound to excited.
Keila giggles.
"Alright, if you want you guys can use the bedroom..." Keila offers, making a face at Marceline.
Marceline lightly punches Keila in the shoulder.
"It's not like that." Marceline laughs, shaking her head. "We're just friends."
"Well, whatever you say... Offers still in the air." Keila says, turning around to join Guy on the couch.
Marceline starts to walk up the stairs. She stops and yells at Keila.
"Hey, did you guys move any of my stuff upstairs? If so, it's cool, I just need to find something."
"Nah, everything is were it was. We didn't move anything, we just kind of... Worked around it." She calls back.
'Gross...' Marceline thinks, as she continues the ascend to her/Keila's bedroom.
Marceline's Diary:
Dear Diary,
Sorry for not writing for a few days - Three to be exact - but, I'm here now, finally back home on a Sunday night.
Funny thing, I actually got a text from Keila on Thursday, saying she needed the house for the night, and I ended up staying with Marshall that night... And the next two nights.
Keila and Guy are still here, by the way. Turns out they needed the house and car for more than just a few days. Not mad, though. How could I be? I mean, it's only thanks to Keila that I got out of the hellhole house, and away from my father. Plus it was Keila and Guys anniversary, and apparently Guy and his roommate - Bongo - Were getting into it. Something about Bongo's girlfriend cheating on him... Which really blows cause his girlfriend - Terra - Is vocals for their band, The Scream Queens, and this drama could break the band up. Crazy stuff.
Back to relevance, they wanted the house to themselves so they could do anniversary things together. Needless to say when - If - they leave, I will be washing the sheets... And probably never using them again.
Anyway, back to Marshall. Yeah, I ended up staying with him Thursday night, and we kind of fixed that awkward situation we had between us. I think it should be all good now - I hope.
But his house. His house is pretty damn nice. I mean, it's a little run down, sure, but its two stories - Three if you count the attic - and he keeps the place running.
And that's another thing. I actually figured out that Marshall is good for more than just hitting on chicks and playing guitar. He can actually cook, clean, do dishes, and well... Take care of himself. I know I should have expected it, especially from someone who lives alone, but It's Marshall we're talking about.
But again, I digress.
We ended up skipping school Friday and just hanging out the rest of the weekend. We played BMO, Card Wars, jammed, and he even took me out to eat at some restaurant - Some sort of small-town family owned diner kind of thing. It was really nice though... It was pretty much a date. Even though neither of us really called it that.
I really hope this doesn't all get too confusing... Cause Marshall and I.. Sort of.. Kissed. A lot. Well, not a lot, just a good bit. I mean, one minute you're playing BMO, and the next you're wrestling because you got your ass kicked, and then you're making out. That's a casual thing, right? I just hope it doesn't become a problem.
Not that I don't like Marshall or anything, or that I like him that way... Okay, I may sort of do. I kind of came to terms with that this weekend. But I am trying not to lead him on, because I just don't think I can do this 'relationship thing' again. Yeah, I know. Teenage angst, 'I'll get over it', and what have you. But I'm serious. Not after Ash. I just. Can't.
Besides. Marshall is still hung up on his ex, Ashley. He won't admit it, but I can just tell. He still keeps a picture of them in his house. She's a real bitch, by the way. He asked me not to call her that, but she is. Complete. Bitch. She took advantage of him, lied to him, cheated on him, and there's probably more he didn't want to tell me. Glob, I didn't know it was possible to hate someone you've never met sooo much. But I hate her with a passion... And maybe it's because if it weren't for her, me and Marshall could potentially be something one day... But I don't think - After Ash - that I am in any state to fully help him, and be what he needs in a relationship. And I refuse to be another complication in his life - It sounds like he has enough.
Hell, he doesn't even know anything about Ash really, so he probably has no idea what a challenge he would be accepting by asking me out. I couldn't dump that on him. I couldn't dump that on anyone.
Anyway, before this gets too morbid, I guess I'll wrap this entry up. That pretty well sums up my weekend. I'm sure I'll be back in a couple of days to complain about something or another.
-Marceline Abadeer
Marceline finishes her diary entry and takes a deep breath. Writing has always helped her through situations - Even if she did end up burning the pages in a desperate attempt to forget the past in the end. She pulls out her phone and checks the time.
"I probably have time for a quick shower." She mumbles.
Marceline carefully closes her diary, and places it on the top shelf of the closet. While in the closet, she digs around and finds a casual outfit to wear - Nothing to flashy, she doesn't want Marshall to think she's dressing up for him, or something.
Deciding on a black tank top and pair of white basketball shorts, Marceline makes her way to the bathroom. She unbuttons Marshall's flannel he let her borrow, works her way out of her pants, and unlatches her bra, tossing it to the side. She stands in front of the mirror and looks herself over. She notices a bruise on her collarbone and leans in closer to the mirror.
"It's been awhile since I got one of these from someones lips..." She whispers, rubbing the hickey right below her neck.
Marceline laughs dryly at the thought, but shudders at the memories that come flooding back. She begins to tear up. But the tears never come, because she remembers that she got this bruise - Hickey - from lying with Marshall in his bed after a jam session, not from Ash losing it over her making eye contact with some random guy. She closes her eyes and smiles as she forces Ash out of her head with more thoughts of Marshall.
Tears begin to stream from her face, but not tears of pain or sadness. Tears of joy. She collapses on the bathroom floor and sobs. She thinks about Marshall, and how great he's been to her. How she's only known him for a month, but he's already made her feel so much happier, and is even helping her forget about Ash. She begins to cough uncontrollably. That's when the tears of joy stop, and the tears of sadness begin.
'You let Ash get to you, you let him win. Marshall tried so hard this weekend, and all you did was take from him. You blew off everything he said. How could you?' She tortures herself. 'He really cares about you, and you just blew him off. You let him kiss you, and you let him take you out, but you never gave back. Remember when Ash said "You'll never find anyone else to love you."? I guess he was right. And it's all your fault.' The voice in her head continues. The mixture of crying and coughing begins to take its toll on Marceline. She curls up into a ball on the floor and closes her eyes.
Marceline coughs and cries until she starts to dry heave. Just as the voice in her head seems to only be getting more vile, it takes a different route. 'But it's not to late... You still have a chance. Marshall is stubborn, he won't give up on you that easily. He really cares about you.' The voice says. The more she thinks about it, the better she feels. 'He is stubborn, isn't he? Surely I haven't messed up too bad. I got this. Ash won't win.' She tells herself, as she gets her coughing under control.
Slowly, but surely, Marceline stands up and returns the mirror. She smiles at herself, even though her eyes are puffy and red from crying. She simply smiles. She thinks back over the weekend. The time Marshall challenged her to Street Racer 7 on BMO and won, but kissed her as a runner up prize. When they fell asleep on the living room floor after playing Card Wars all night, and she woke up to his arm stretched across her torso. When he took her out to eat, and payed for everything all day - Including two packs of cigarettes. How he let her borrow some of his shirts, because she didn't have any spare clothes at his house.
'Yet...' Marceline thought. 'I don't have any over there yet, but there will be a day...' She giggles at the thought. 'Oh shit... Marshall is supposed to be over here before too long...' She remembers. Quickly discarding her panties, she turns the shower on, and jumps in before it is hot.
"Who knew someone you met a month ago could mean this much to you?" Marceline whispers aloud, as she starts to wash herself in the icy cold water.
Marceline is in and out of the shower in only fifteen minutes. She dries herself off in a hurry, and works her hair into a ponytail - That much hair takes too damn long to dry. She slips on a fresh pair of panties and the same bra - Cause honestly, do they go bad? I mean, common. She gets her tank top halfway, when she hears Keila in the bedroom.
"Hey, Marceline. A motorcycle just pulled up. Is this your friend?" She asks, knocking on the bathroom door.
"Uh yeah, hold on. I'm getting dressed. I'll be down in a second." Marceline answers back, her voice muffled by a tank top covering her face.
"Alright, I'll just tell him you're naked, and to come on up." Keila giggles, as she starts to leave the bedroom.
"Keila, I will kill you in your sleep!" Marceline snaps, pulling the tank top down, grabbing the shorts, and opening he bathroom door.
Marceline starts to put her shorts on as she hobbles after Keila. She gets to the staircase, only a few stairs away from Keila, with her shorts at her knees and pauses. 'Fuck me.' She thinks, when she sees that Guy has let Marshall in, and he is staring directly at her with her shorts around her knees. She starts to blush as she exits shock, and pulls her shorts up as fast as possible.
Keila burst into laughter as she realizes that Marshall just caught Marceline with her pants around her ankles - Literally. Marshall diverts his gaze, blushing, almost instantaneously. Guy has no idea what is going on, and is looking around the room puzzled. And Marceline is red faced, and wide eyed.
Once Keila stops laughing the awkward tension slowly begins to fade. Keila walks up to Marshall, who I still avoiding looking at the stairs, and introduces herself.
"Hey, my names Keila. I unno if Marceline has ever talked about me, but we are sort of roomies. Nice to meet you, Mr. Man." She says, extending a hand for a handshake.
"Nice to meet you too, I am Marshall Lee." He replies, shaking her hand.
Keila glances over her shoulder at Marceline, who is still standing on the staircase blushing. She gives her a wink, and then looks back to Marshall.
"So, listen, I am glad you stopped by, and I am not trying to kick you out. But Guy and I get really into our shows. So you can either leave... Or go upstairs. Totally your call." Keila explains, shrugging her shoulders.
Marshall raises and eyebrow, and looks up at Marceline.
"Y-Yeah, Marshall. You can come up stairs." Marceline offers.
Marshall smiles, and accepts her offer.
"You didn't see anything, did you?" Marceline mumbles, avoiding eye contact.
Marshall laughs.
"Just a really fine gal in black panties." Marshall smirks.
Marceline blushes, and starts to play with her shorts pockets.
"Whatever, dude. Where'd you have to go, anyway?" She asks, trying to change the subject.
Marshall lies back on the bed and puts his hands behind his head. He lets out a long sigh before speaking.
"Ah, I had to go see one of my dads old war buddies - Flambo. I try to visit him at least once a month, if not more. He's a really down to Earth guy. I think you'd like him." Marshall explains himself, giving Marceline a smile.
"Flambo...? " Marceline raises an eyebrow.
"Yeah, his name is Bocephus Furnace, but he got the nickname Flambo overseas. It's just always stuck with him."
"Wait. Does he own that little bar.. Flambo's Inferno in Aaa City?" Marceline asks, adjusting herself so she could look at Marshall.
"Yeah, actually. You've been into the city?" Marshall raises an eyebrow.
"Well yeah, a couple of times to visit Keila when she with Guy and Bongo there, and I shop there for coffee, cause they got this killer red blend." She says, now laying down next to Marshall.
Marshall doesn't reply to Marceline's last statement. He closes his eyes, yawns, and smiles. Marceline catches his yawn, and yawns too.
"I'm tired, Marcy." Marshall states, through a sleepy voice. "And it's such a long trip home."
"Me too, Marshy." Marceline agrees. "Want to just stay here tonight?"
Marshall runs a hand through his hair.
"I guess so, if you don't mind." He accepts her offer, smiling.
Marceline sits up, and looks over at Marshall. She returns his smile, even though he has his eyes closed. She leans in slowly and presses her lips against his. Without a moments hesitation, Marshall wraps his hands around her and pulls her down on top of him. He lets her nibble on his lips for a few minutes, before rolling over causing her to squeak. Marshall giggles.
"You squeaked."
Marceline rolls her eyes at the nineteen year old child on top of her. The amazing nineteen year old child.
"Shut up, fucker." She growls back, playfully. Pulling him in for another kiss.
It's Marshall's turn to nibble, but Marshall doesn't nibble - He bites. Marshall gently locks his teeth around Marceline's bottom lip. He slowly, and carefully, begins to grit his teeth, causing Marceline to moan. Her body jolts as he continues. Marceline can't see it, but she can feel Marshall smirk.
Marshall moves his right hand down the left side of her body. Instinctively, she tries to move away from a foreign touch, but it reaches its destination - The bottom of her shirt. Marceline's brain enters panic mode. 'He is no different from Ash, there's only one thing he wants. I should have known...'
Marshall's hand slips under her tank top, but ventures no higher than her belly button. He gently bites on her lower lip and slowly slides his fingertips along her stomach and waistline. Marceline doesn't even try to stop her moans. She begins to shiver all over, and dig her nails into his back. She had only ever experienced this feeling during sex before - But in this scenario, Marshall seemed to have no intention of pushing her boundaries. He was making her body quake with a kiss and the gentle touch of his fingers.
Just as Marceline's toes curl, Marshall stops. He rolls off of her and lays beside her, smiling. She leans up and looks over at him.
"Why did you stop?" She groans.
Marshall laughs.
"Because I am tired, Marcy. Can we sleep, please?" He groans back, still smiling.
Marceline sighs, and rolls her eyes. She mopes out of bed and turns off the lights, and blindly makes her way back to the bed and cuddles up next to Marshall. She cannot see him, but she just knows that he is smiling.
"Thanks, Marcy."
"Welcome, Marsh."
The pitch black room falls silent. Marceline cannot help but smile. 'I almost let him get away, but I got him. Now to hold on to him...' She thinks to herself. Marceline begins to doze moments later.
Marceline has almost fallen asleep, when she feels Marshall move. He wrapped an arm around her torso. She could feel his warm breath on he ear.
"Hey, Marcy. Wanna cuddle?" Marshall whispers in her ear.
Marceline smiles, and doesn't hesitate to reply.
"I would love to."
Authors Note:
Really long chapter tonight.I mean, technically, this could be two separate chapters, but I'm not going to do that to you guys. Not to mention it wasn't that hard to write, the words just sort of flowed. We got a little bit more character development for Marceline, Keila, and Guy, and a whole new character - Flambo - introduced. Successful chapter I think.
And just in case, I would like erryone to know I am Irish-American, so like, I wasn't taking a stab at the Irish accent, or culture, or anything. Just to clarify.
The title of this chapter, and the advice given by Flambo are actually in a song. Everyone should check out Irish/punk/folk band Flogging Molly. The song is "Between A Man And A Woman." Totally righteous band.
And sorry if there are spelling or grammar errors close to the end, it's 6:55 were I am, and I am so damn tired, but I just had to finish this chapter before I slept. (Oh, and when I find time, I plan on going back through all the chapters and correcting any mistakes like, uninitialized thoughts, grammar errors, spelling errors, and so forth. Already did chapter one. Aw yeah.) Hope everyone enjoyed this chapter, and be expecting one later this week, as well.
Thanks for the reviews everybody! Keep them coming? Maybe? Maybe not? Please?
OperativeKND-Berry14: Ahhhh! We have a smart cookie, figuring out Marceline's past. :P I hinted on that a bit in this chapter, too. But, I don't think Ash will be showing up at Marshall's place... But I promise, when Ash makes his appearance, its going to be crazy insane. I think you'll like it. Haha.
