The Unknown Secrets
Chapter 7: Day Five: Fionna's Song
The bus ride yesterday was simple. Not much was said, but their minds were spinning out of control with emotions. He laid his head against the window smiling nervously the entire time. Fionna said hello and he returned her hello. Then the conversation went cold and dry. Soon enough, the bus driver came to her bus stop, and she jumped off with a wave goodbye. He too said goodbye. What a wonderful conversation. (Sarcasm)
Marshall was on the bus the next morning with overpowering thoughts. 'How am I going to even talk to her, led-alone hang out with her later after school? Maybe she forgot we were suppose to work on our song after school! Eh...she doesn't forget stuff like that../sigh/' He blushed slightly at the thought of spending more time with her than usual, but he quickly shook his head, 'What is wrong with me? Snap out of it Marshall, she probably doesn't like you and is taking pity on you. But that doesn't seem like her...'
He wanted to cry out all his frustration out, but then he would have to face the very girl he was thinking about, with tears on his face. So he held back like he normally would on a daily basis.
'Why do I even like her? Uh? I've only known her for about a week, and I know zero about her, and she knows more about me! Like c'mon, how sad is that? I tell almost no one about my life, but yet she can profile me just by how I act? It's freaking crazy, isn't it?' He was snapped out of his thoughts by the shutter of the bus doors; Marshall Lee had his brown eyes peered over at Fionna. She smiled at him before taking her seat in her normal spot.
She had her hair down in curls with her bangs being the only part of her blonde hair being straight. She wore little to no eye makeup..and was wearing glasses that had black frames that were rather boxy. She wore a purple top that was slightly baggy; very plain, and also a short black laced mini skirt with a glossy, dark belt. She was also wearing regular sneakers. Marshall smiled at how girly she could dress and still have a dash of her tomboy self.
"Hi." She spoke with a smile, but not making eye contact. 'Oh my gosh..this is kind of awkward. Oh, I know, I'll make things not so awkward later with the song I wrote.' She smiled in spite of herself. She felt familiar eyes stare at her face, she turned to him. He blushed slightly, but nothing too major. He croaked out "Hey.." She cocked an eyebrow at him.
"You alright there?" She smiled, hoping everything was in fact okay.
He raised an eyebrow at her now, "Of course, I'm just tired." He yawned shortly after making that statement. He didn't even plan that yawn, it was just perfect timing. But this blonde headed girl wasn't completely convinced, she crossed her arms over her chest with her eyebrow still raised. "I used to say that too, but I was just tired of life." Her face was serious, and he just stared at her; really shocked by her words.
'Okay, first off. My feelings really need to be pushed aside or she'll keep thinking I'm being more awkward than normal. And telling her how I feel is out of the question. Second off, w-what? I gotta know what's up with this girl..' He didn't realize it, but he was staring out the window in thought.
"Marshall, earth to Marshall! I thought we were past this!" She seemed slightly irritated at him for ignoring her. But tried to control it with an uneven grin. He looked over at her and smirked, "Past what?"
Fionna took her eyes off from his and looked straight ahead of the moving bus; she sighed. "Nothing, just forget it... So, what's new?" She tried to brush the subject off and replaced it with a needless question at that point in time. This jet black haired teen was taken of guard by her mood shift. He could tell her question was not the primary reason or interest, just a way to escape her snappy attitude. But she wouldn't get away that easy.
"No Fionna, what?" Marshall's facial expression was serious, he wasn't smirking, smiling, blushing, nothing. Just gazing at her in both concern and curiosity. She slowly turned her head to face his stare, her mouth opened, but nothing seemed to come spilling out. She turned away; closing her eyes as if she was thinking about something of great important. The seventeen year old didn't take his eyes off from her face, even if it made her uncomfortable; she had done that to him whenever they first met.
Just as Marshall Lee was going to make a comment about her silence, she spoke softly. "It's really nothing. I just don't want you ignoring me like that like you used to when we first met. Remember? I didn't give up because I thought I could crack the barrier around you.." Fionna avoided their eyes locking, and continued to have her eyes shut.
"Yes, I do remember. But I was thinking, not ignoring you." He smiled halfheartedly, trying to comfort her in someway, "Did you take whatever medication you were talking about yesterday, today?" It was a simple question, but she had taken it the wrong way.
"If you weren't ignoring me, then what's wrong? Oh, excuse me? I did in fact, but is that suppose to mean?" She peered over at him, rage forming in her glimmering blue eyes. He quickly said something before things got out of hand like yesterday..'Yesterday..uh. A lot happened yesterday. First it was her moodiness on the bus and saying how I didn't give a damn about her. Then her sudden mood swift in that hallway..and then...then lunch. To be honest that was overall harsh. But it's hard to stay furious at her..but then..the end of the day. Our almost kiss..' He smiled as he spoke, "I was thinking about you." Marshall's eyes were out of focus and so was his brain. He didn't even know what he just told her until her cheeks were covered in a heavy blush.
Fionna didn't even know what to say to that, she was speechless; she just stared at him through her nerdy glasses. His eyes went to the size of dinner plates and his mind was mentally freaking out even no his composure was the exact same. "I meant, I was thinking about what to say to you...uh. yeah.." He smirked calmly even no his inside were screaming, 'You freaking idiot!'
Her face lite up more, but most likely from the embarrassment. He felt bad for lying to her pretty little face, but he couldn't allow his feelings to shine, not now, not at all. She laughed nervously, "Ohh..okay. But what you said about the pills was out of line." She tried getting back to her point, but her mind was wandering around to find the sanity from the crazy butterflies inside her.
He frowned from her comment and sighed all annoyed as he rolled his eyes. His mind just snapped from that. "Me? Out of line? You asking personal question, coming to me house without being invited, and yelling at me yesterday was out of line! This? This isn't." He avoided eye contact with her, he knew if he looked at her face, everything he said would come to shamble by her wounded eyes.
She stuttered at first, only mumbling things she could comprehend. Until her words became of anger once more, "You want to play like that? Alright, let's play. I'm sorry I care about you and don't want you doing anything rash to yourself, I'm sorry that I came over to see if you were okay after what Marceline told me. I was worried so I guess I'm sorry for caring? For worrying? And I know I was out of line yesterday. Not my fault I didn't take my antidepressant, my mom forgot to go to Walgreens and pick them up the night before. I'm sorry that when I don't take them my emotions go wild. Why do you think I looked so sad yesterday and thought no one cared about me? Because I felt that way! But don't you dare jump to a conclusion like that. If I did that then I'd say you're emotional because you come from a broken family. Whatever happened before you got into foster care scarred you forever and you live in fear everyday! Uh! How do you like uh? Doesn't feel so nice does it!? So I suggest you hush and get your facts straight first. Oh, and if you think I'm being mean now, it's because I get pissed sometimes. I'm just as sensitive as you, just as wounded and just as distrusting towards people, also just as defensive.." She was gasping for air when she was done. The look in her eyes was a dead give away that she regrets nothing of what she said.
He was now staring at her with sorrow filled eyes, and tears on the verge to spilling over. But Fionna was like a solider, no emotions surfaced onto her stone-cold face. It wasn't until he spoke that her features softened. "I'm..sorry..You're right.." The strong man in him was no more in that moment. Tear after tear fell down his pale cheeks; he hated crying in front of him and on the one day his hair isn't completely in his face that he begins to silently sob. The blonde headed girl frowned and her eyes drooped down sympathetically; she was about to give him a hug, but she knew he had to learn to be strong in situations like this.
"What do you mean I'm right? About which part?" She couldn't help but feel confused. She knew she was right about not just judging the surface of someone and only knowing the simple truth without understanding the whole story. But did he mean everything? This was the reason for the curious question. His voice was weak, and it appeared painful to even look her in the face as his head shifted down; facing the space in between them on the seat.
His words were a little surprising, "Everything..everything you said is true. About me." His voice was no longer a person of sadness, it was the one of slight irritation and regret. Fionna didn't know what to say for a response; she just stared at his narrowed eyes and put her hand up against his right cheek, but he shoved it away without a second guess. This blue eyed girl now stared at the bus floor, biting her lip in desperation; trying to find the right words to say. But all she had was her thoughts, 'So I was right about the one thing I doubted the most? Wow...that part I feel horrible about. I can see past his squinted eyes and serious face that my words hurt him deeply. But I guess...this time.. the truth hurts.'
Both of them were too busy to even take notice that they were at a new bus stop and a new kid came scrolling on. When the two blunt teenagers heard the doors fluttered open for another time and didn't see the school in front of them, they looked at each other in confusion. Until a teenage guy came walking past them, taking the third seat on the opposite side of where they were sitting. Fionna and Marshall Lee didn't take much notice to them, but the boy was looking at them with a smile.
While not even paying much attention to him, Fionna was snapped back to her own little situations. Marshall was too not caring for the presence of this new kid as he just continuously glared at the girl next to him. That's when she just dropped all eye contact on him and everybody else and slumped down in her seat; swallowed in her own blazing thoughts. This ticked off a certain seventeen year old boy next to her. "Why are you ignoring me, now?" She didn't even look up at him, "I'm thinking, Marshall." Her tone was mixed with too many emotions to even pick one that dominated the rest.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked as he too slouched down in their seat and avoiding her gaze. 'What am I thinking about? About how much I like you and how I hate to see you in any type of pain. Oh Marshall..you have no idea how much I long to be with you...you just don't and you have no idea how much you drive me crazy. Sometimes I want to smack sense into you, but then I have to slow down and remember that I don't know everything about you. Sometimes I just want to kiss you while you hold me and have you never let me go from you safe-feeling grip.' She paused her mind, realizing that she was being silent for sometime.
He could tell she came to a halt with that; she sighed and waited five minutes to reply. Marshall sat there quickly, waiting. Just awaiting an answer. And so she spoke, "I didn't mean..for me..to push to far. I'm sorry.." She turned to him and placed her hand on his thigh and leaned her head against his shoulder. "You know I mean well.." She was coated in mixed emotions, one mainly being heartache.
Marshall Lee smiled and blushed a bit at her sudden touch, and quickly wrapped his arm around her. "Sometimes I don't know if you're being serious or you're just saying it out of anger..." His grin was washed away and replaced with a frown. 'Just say it Fionna! Say you lo- like him already! Would he put his arm around you if he didn't like you? Look at the facts here!' Her thoughts were driving her to insanity, but she managed to keep them down until now.
Suddenly the bus doors opened to the front of Cape High. Fionna detached herself quickly and swiftly; she stood up instantly, not looking down at a now confused friend. He just sat there, staring up at her with an eyebrow raised very puzzled by her sudden body language. She threw her backpack onto her shoulders and was about to slip into the crowd of people flooding out, but he grabbed her hand and Fionna instantly became red from the sudden gesture. What was coming next shocked both of them.
"Please don't leave me." Marshall Lee begged at a whisper so nobody but her could hear, he was mentally scolding himself for saying such a thing to give away his feelings towards her. But his friend didn't even look back at him, she just croaked out, "I..just.. can't..." The blonde teen jerked her hand away and was swooped away in the crowd. No one even noticed them, except one person.
'I can't be saying shit like that! What is wrong with me!?' He stood up, placing his book-bag on and fixing his hair to where is would somewhat be in his face, well more so than earlier. 'I'm totally fucked. One more long term moment with her and my feelings are going to brust out from my chest. It's weird..I never felt this way about anyone, even with Ashley.' He winced in the memory of her and the rememberence of her burned into his head; forever a relationship that would never leave his mind. 'But with Fionna..I forget all my problems, and I guess that's why it's better if I stay away from her... it scares me of how much I'm falling in such a short time...'
He was soon the last person on the bus, for awhile now actually. The bus driver was staring at him, not in a mean irritated manor, but with soft eyes and a general smirk. Marshall snapped back to reality as the driver let out a 'Huhum.' He look up at the man and never really took notice on his nice he seemed, especially when he started talking. "Hey Marshall. I see that look in your eyes, you like her don't you?" The driver tilted his cap like western people did with their cowboy hats. The blacked haired teen blushed, but tried to cover it, the man just chuckled.
"Don't worry little man, my lips are sealed." He placed his fingers over his lips and locked it with an invisible key and tossed it in thin air. Marshall Lee started walking more toward the front, kind of afraid what he might hear next. But he suddenly said something to him, more of a question, "Is it that obvious?" Marshall looked up at the man wanting an honest answer.
The bus driver soon let out another chuckle. "Boy, I knew front the moment she sat next to you that you'd fall for her. I've been working this job for a long time. Someone like her comes around once in a lifetime, don't ruin your chances." He patted his fellow student on the back as he smiled at him.
"Thanks sir.." He smiled at him and ran off the bus.
'Oh great, now the bus driver knows? At least he gave me helpful advice..I think.' He thoughts drifted away as he spotted Kyle. How he hated him; he ruined him. Rumors like "Oh my gosh, what did you do? Kill your parents you freak?" Or "I bet your parents didn't love you enough because of how much of a failure you are." Or "Hey loser, where's your parents? Oh wait, they committed suicide just to get away from you!" Then they's laugh in his face. Marshall always regretted being Gumball's best friend, it was another one of those bitter memories he'd always have to carry on his shoulders.
Gumball was just with his ex, Ashley. He thought those two were dating by how they acted. He knew what they were, Kyle the worse line of them; he hated everyone. Just as he thought he was out of sight from them, he was truly wrong.
"Hey look everyone, it's Mr. Faggot!" Ashley tormented him with hurtful words. This is what Marshall was talking about before, he'd walk down the halls with stares, whispers, and sometimes horrible names. "Why so quiet?, is it because no one likes you? I wonder why, just look at you; disgusting." Ashley spat again with more hiss in her tone.
He just took it like a man, trying to ignore them, he normally would with his ipod, but he doesn't have his headphones with him. He just kept walking away, but they followed him and was repeating the same junk they've been saying since day one of not being popular. It wasn't always like this, Marshall Lee would actually stand up from himself, but as this progress, the worse everything got. So he just stopped trying.
It was so much worse today though, he was about to just break down, but someone spoke up, someone he didn't expect; she came out of nowhere. "Hello, excuse me. Who are you?" Fionna asked very politely; she smiled at them with her frames having a glare on them.
"Um, who are you, Count Dorkula? If those glasses were any bigger they'd be the size of my grandma's. And she's dead." She hissed as her group laughed, all but Kyle, which was odd. Now that Marshall thought about it, he hadn't laughed at anything Ashley had said. He only faked a smile and laughed, but not a real one, and he hung low in the back. As soon as her comments were flying the couple like status dropped completely.
"Now now Missy. I asked you first, what's your name?" Fionna maintained her stature even no those words inflicted their own damage on her.
"It doesn't matter, Miss. Boxy eyes." She sneered at her.
Marshall whispered into Fionna's ear what her name was, but before she could speak, a certain rude bitch cut her off. "Oh, so now you talk? Oh wel-" This blonde girl just snapped at that point. "Hey, don't like to him like that! You look dirty you filthy wench, we need to clean you up with some soap and have a check up on the doctor for your downstairs." Everybody around them gasped or went 'Ohhh!' Gumball started to pay attention now, smiling at Fionna's cockiness.
Ashley had her mouth open in shock; no one ever talked to her like that. "Now, I asked you a question. What's your name?" This fifteen year old only smiled at this stuck up snob, but Ashley walked away from both her and Marshall without another word. Gumball was the last to walk with them, he glanced back at the two with a smile. But neither of them noticed.
"Hey, you alright?" Fionna asked Marshall while walking closer to him, he nodded. He seemed shook up, but nothing to major. The girl just smiled at him and then wanted more answers so she asked, "Who was that?" He avoided her stare on him, awaiting a responds. He just shrugged.
"Oh c'mon, please?" She smiled at him, trying to convince him to tell her who this mysterious snob was. Marshall peered over at her and rolled his eyes annoyed. "If you're simple mind must really know, it's my ex-girlfriend. Happy?" His voice was filled with both hurt and irritation.
A little taken away from his sudden outburst, she cocked an eyebrow and just walked away from him. She didn't want to start anything. "Alright then, pretty boy. See you in Art Class." She smirked as she walked away, not really paying much mind to his facial expression.
'I can't stand there and act like I don't like him, especially if we're alone like that. I just need this little break; I just don't know if he likes me or maybe he's just being a good friend. And when he snaps like that, I just wanted to slap him, but I know I can't. *Sigh* I'm just confused.' Fionna thought while walking to 1st period.
'She stood up for me.. nobody does that except Marcy. I can't believe she did that; she just ruined her high years. Even when Ashley graduates, she'll still have connections to make Fionna's life miserable. I just wish she knew that, knew that I wasn't worth the trouble..' Marshall Lee thought, while staring at the back of her head, watching her disappear from his sights. 'Maybe I shouldn't have been mean like that, she was after all, just asking. I need to learn to restrain myself sometimes..I need to run after her. Wait, no, what am I saying? I can't do that!'
His thoughts came to a stop as another voice rang his eardrums. "Hey Marsh!" It was Delilah, someone he was good friends with. She was probably coming over to ask where her girlfriend was; Marceline always seemed to wonder off somewhere.
He shrugged off his thoughts and refocused on his friend in front of him. "Hey, what's up?" She hugged me with excitement, "I'm so happy! Marceline asked me to the Halloween Dance last night! But I need to find her, where is she?!" She was talking so fast he could barely understand what she was saying, but it was a good thing that he was used to that with his mother.
"No, I'm afraid I haven't seen her, sorry Delilah." Marshall smirked and shrugged with all honestly. She just sighed, "Oh okay, but if you see her tell her I'm looking for her, k?" He nodded.
With that, she took off; as did Marshall.
~;~
Later on when he finally got to first period, there was an assembly in the music room. Well, it was the biggest room that was capable of holding over 900 teenagers. without something breaking with Mr. Vanity there. Everybody loved him and respected his room with care. It was a win, win situation.
The assembly was really nothing, that and no one was really listening to the old man talking about whatever he was preaching about. Especially the two certain teenagers that were trying to hard to burry their feelings, but failing.
After that, it was lunch. Since the meeting of the entire student body, lunch was late and towards the end of the day. But also extended. But nothing really out of the ordinary occurred. Except the fact both Fionna and Marshall were acting strange. Delilah and Ash just figured it was just the lack of really knowing each other, Marceline knew better than that.
But Marcy had to break the silence by talking to her girlfriend about the dance, hoping one of the turtle doves would get the memo.
"So, Hun, what are you going as for the dance?" Her tone of voice was directed at Bubblegum, but her eyes were shifted towards Fi and Marsh. They both blushed at the thought, but didn't dare look at each other.
Delilah didn't even take notice of what her attention was really focused on. "Oh, I'm going to be a princess, one of a Candy Kingdom. I love candy! What about you sweetie?"You could tell how excited this pink haired girl was, she smiled sweetly and jumped for joy in her seat.
"Oh, the usual, a Vampire."
"Oh come one Marceline, be a princess with me!"
She hesitated to answer as she blushed, "Um no thanks. But I can be a dark angel? Does that satisfy you my dear?"
The blue eyed girl smiled deeply at Marcy, "That would be just perfect." Delilah leaned in and gave her a kiss. Fionna couldn't help but smile at the two.
"Oh Fionna, what are you smiling at?" Marceline asked with slight cockiness in her tone.
The blonde haired girl was taken by surprise; she didn't think anybody noticed. "Oh, um. You guys are so cute together, it makes me smile, duh." Her voice was nervous at the beginning, but she knew where he sentence was headed.
"Oh really? Is that all that makes you smile?" She shot her a wink, Fionna's cheeks were rosie from her comment.
Marshall sat there with his head facing the lunch-room floor, he seemed out of it, like he was about to cry. That was until he peered up with a tired facial expression and yawned.
The really pale teen shifted her direction off from Fionna and onto Marshall. "So, who are you-" She was cut off; which was a little bit surprising.
"When is this dance?" Fionna interjected herself in the conversation again.
Marshall Lee looked over at her kind of confused of why she even cared, but she didn't return his glance.
"Oh, Um," Marceline hesitated, "It's in about two weeks or so." She shifted her eyes between the two across from her. The fifteen year old was focused on the person talking, but the black haired boy had his eyes darted at his fellow friend next to him.
Silence was rolling in after that; nothing more was said. Suddenly, the bell rang for 7th period; the last class for the day.
Fionna quickly got to her feet and bolted out from the lunch table to the door, everybody just watched her dash off away from her friends. She seemed very nervous, but no one knew how overwhelmed she felt until she started singing.
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After about 70 minutes of pure lecture from Mr. Vanity about complicated music notes and difficult keys and pitches its hard to hit, it was time for Fionna to preform. She had the last ten minutes of class, it was only because the teacher liked her first song.
Never in her life was she so nervous; she was always so very confident, even at her old school where people made fun of her daily. Her hands were clamy, and she was very shaky with both of her hands.
'I'm only this anxious because this song is personal; not about me, but about him. And I'm afraid he might hate me for it. At first was sure he wouldn't be, but now I'm not so sure. I just don't want anything going wrong..' Her thoughts were consuming her, but she was breathing in and out, trying to calm down.
She was sitting in between Marceline and Ash. Marshall was sitting next to Ash and Marcy's girlfriend was next to her on the other side. They looked at her in great concern, but didn't think about it much when she mouthed 'I'm fine.' Suddenly a deep voice called her name.
"Fionna, you wanted to play us a song, correct?" Mr. V asked with a tender smile with with hands folded in front of him.
She was reluctant to reply, but she croaked out, "Y-yess Sir." Fionna stood up and stumbled over to the other side of the room to grab a guitar. She stopped, gazing at the neck of the guitar, thinking it's either now or never; she gulped hard, picking it up with her unsteady hand. Now walking back over to take her seat in front of the class, she started to state what she was singing.
"Um, I'm singing a song that I wrote, it's called "Little Boy." and it's dedicated to someone. I hope you enjoy.." She cleared her throat as she begun to strum a faster template.
Marshall glanced at her, and noticed there wasn't a usual smiled creasing her radiant complexion. Then she began singing.
"I see a broken mind.
And a shattered heart,
Just a little boy falling apart.
I see you struggle,
You try to hold on;
Trying to grasp the concept of staying strong.
You're on the wire,
One snap from caving in;
One snap until you fall down~ down.
You smirk, sometimes smile,
But look off into space;
And stare to blankly for awhile.
I see the pain in your eyes,
I see right through your lies,
I know when you're about to cry;
It's hard to see you like this..
I see a broken mind.
And a shattered heart,
Just a little boy falling apart.
I see you struggle,
You try to hold on;
Trying to grasp the concept of staying strong.
You're on the wire,
One snap from caving in;
One snap until you fall down..
Little boy I'm begging you,
Please stay strong,
Keep holding on
Try to look me straight in the eyes,
Please don't cry.
Hush_
Please...be alright.
'Cause..
I see your broken mind,
And that shattered heart;
You're simply falling apart.
I know it's hard to hold on,
When you have nothing to grab from falling in that dark hole,
But you stay strong,
I know you ~ can."
When she finished standing up with her head tilted down; she didn't look up but her ears were overwhelmed with claps and whistles. She was smiling then, hoping to see cheerful faces. She did in fact, except one.
Marshall's.
Fionna didn't spot him at all in fact, at least not in his seat. Just as her eyes were wondering around searching for him, she did in fact, but he was slipping past the door. She didn't even think at that point; she placed the instrument as her heart of facing. Not of butterflies engulfing her tummy, but of fear. There was a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, like acid was burning her insides. She heard a 'that was wonderful' from her teacher, but ignored him. Fionna soon dashed toward the door after him, ignoring the demands from her teacher to stop.
"Fionna! You get back her right now!" His voice was serious but edged with great concern. Just as his words were about to make her come to a complete halt, another voice rang in the distance.
"Mr. V, maybe you should let her go, this is very important, trust me." Marceline stated with a tender voice and placed her hand on her teachers shoulder. He nodded, trusting her judgement.
That was this Freshman's cue to go after him, and so she did. She picked up her speed and bolted even further. Finally outside the classroom and out in the open, she could glimpse a figure in the distance. Tears were now splashing down her hot cheeks, she felt as if she made a mistake.
Her mind wasn't thinking like it normally would, all she could scream out in a sob was, "Marshall Lee!" The figure suddenly came to a stop. Fionna ran towards it, now knowing it was in fact Marshall, but she could tell he started to walk away though. As she drew closer, the harder it became to see through her watery eyes.
"Please stop.." Her voice gave out.
He turned around completely to see a distressed Fionna at his feet. He wasn't at all fazed, he just glared at her in distaste. He spat, "Why should I? You sang a song about me, and..and.." He trailed off, clenching his fists, trying to hold back his own sobs.
She only stared into his eyes, not knowing what to say.
"You know what? I'm done! I'm seriously down, goodbye." He tried to walk away, but she scrambled to her feet and hugged him from behind. His eyes grew wide in surprise and a blush painted his cheeks.
"Y-yo-u k-no-ow I-i m-ean w-well." She stuttered with tears still falling down her face. Her arms were around his waist and her left cheek was squished against his backpack; he tried to pry her off but she wouldn't move.
"Get off of me Fionna!" His voice was raspy and full of many emotions.
"No! Please!" She stopped crying at that point and shifted into survival mode.
"No, Fionna, just go away and get out of my life." He had so much more to say, but if he spoke anymore he would have ended up in tears. He shielded his emotions, when really he just wanted to tell her off and kiss her. It didn't make much sense, but he felt obligated to.
Something in both of them snapped.
"Fine," She released her grip and came to her feet, "I'll go, but just remember this." She cleared her throat for a better projection, "Once I leave, I'm never coming back." She stared him down with her blue orbs.
"Whatever, I don't care anymore!" Marshall backed away from her and started walking towards the gates; just then the bell rang. She wiped away her tough girl act and just dropped down to her knees, not in tears, but just in shear shock.
Students passed by her, not even knowing her presence. She watched as he strolled off into the distance, being foreshadowed by people around him. She felt a hole in her heart and felt like her whole world came crashing down. Just when she was about to start weeping once more, an unfamiliar voice was heard.
"Hey there, you alright?" A guys asked her with big green eyes.
This random dude was wearing a black T-shirt and gray skinny jeans with yellow Converses. He was pale with ginger red hair and brown freckles all over his face. His hair was slightly messy, but it had a wave to it.
She gazed into his beautiful eyes and had a tear fall down her cheek. "I'm oka- not really."
"Need a hand little lady?" He smiled and lend her his hand, she took it and he helped pull her up.
"So, if I may ask, what is your name?" The ginger kid asked him with a smirk.
She smiled and giggled a little, "I'm Fionna, and you are?"
"Wait, why were you laughing?" He chuckled at how cute she looked.
"Nobody asked me 'may I ask' before. I just found in very proper. Now may I know your name?" She laughed at her own words; she had mostly forgotten about Marshall, she needed a little happiness right now to distract her.
"I just wanted to sound like a gentleman."
"Haha well, you'd be the first to be a 'gentleman' towards me." She smiled halfheartedly at him.
He just softly giggled and smiled back, "I'm Drew, but my nickname is Blaze."
Fionna smiled before she started to pick up her pace in walking; Drew was right beside her the whole stroll to their bus. "So, why were you on the concrete in shamble like that?" He gave her a wide-eyed glance, as if he was really concerned. Fionna just looked at him like a lost dog, but she was more along the lines of a lost cause. She just shrugged.
"Well, it was this guy.." That's all she had to say to set him off.
"WHAT! Where is he? I'll beat his dumb ass!" He brought his clenched fist to his palm and steamed in utter anger. The blonde headed girl just snickered.
"Oh don't worry about it. But that's sweet that you'd do that for me, you after all just met me." She grinned positively.
His face was painted in a light blush, he laughed nervously and started to scratch the back of his head; avoiding all eye contact. Blaze just shook his head shortly after, contemplating what to say in a response. But Fionna spoke up first. "It's okay if you don't have anything to say to that, lets just get on the bus."
He didn't realize that they had been in front of the thier bus until she point it out.
"Oh yeah, but I'm actually a car rider today, but I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" He smile at her and she smiled back. They hugged and he went off in the other direction. Her happy grin quickly vanished as she stared at the second windos on the bus. A familiar jet black teen's hair was visible to her, though she couldn't glimpse his face.
'What am I going to do? Oh I know! I'll wait with my mom after school today! Right? I could help my mom with her work and orginizing her things...yes. That's perfect!' Fionna thought quickly before heading off in the other direction; heading towards the enterance of the school.
Meanwhile, Marshall stared right at her through his window, knowing she was looking staright at him with the saddest face he's seen her have so far. Tears rushed down his pale cheeks; he realized he overacted.
'She wrote a personal song about me...shouldn't I smile knowing she had faith in me to be a better person? I shouldn't have been such an ass to her like that! I made her look like that! Just like my dad used to do to me; he made me feel so low that it was hard to even look up without the fear of being hit again. Did I do that to her? Did I really do that? Of course I didn't hit her, but I mentally put her down...I feel terrible. WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?! ...A lot is wrong with me..' His thoughts grew more intense with each second. Suddenly, the bus's engine rumbled; he was leaving school; alone.
Alone. Just like all the other times..but he hated the feeling in the pit of his stomach..
