Finn POV
I sighed and threw myself backwards on my bed. Why do I act like such an idiot around her? I'm usually so smooth and cool and… No. I've stopped that. I may have some kids at school fooled, and maybe myself for a short time, but Marceline really knows me. I know I'm weird. I think weird, completely random, funny things. I can be weird and random and funny around Marceline. And she seems to love it. But when I'm alone, I realize how CRAZY I've been.
Ugh. I need to escape this…
I took out the little cassette player out from under the bed. Escape through music, MARCELINE music? HELL, yes. I put in one of the tapes I took and pressed play.
Hey there, my pretty little princess.
You know,
What I did wrong?
Would you be bothered to share the information?
My pretty little princess.
You sit there with your army of sluts and your linebacker idiots and…
Ugh!
Spare me,
You're so annoying,
You little ken doll and nobody see's it except…me….
I didn't notice it before, but was this song about…me? I thought about it. She calls me princess and ken all the time. And line backer 's are obviously football players and army of sluts? That could only mean the princesses and their friends. I thought of some other songs she wrote. A lot of them were about me…. I sighed and put the little gadget on my bed side table. I actually had a lot of homework to do. Pre-cal is a bitch and studying usually puts me to sleep. It's going to be a long night.
I groaned. Ash AGAIN.
He was sitting on my porch, jamming out, on my porch, like he didn't have a care in the world, on MY PORCH.
"ASH!" I shrieked, storming to where he stood. "I swear to god I'm going to KILL you!" I all but screamed.
"Hey, dude, chill out. Threats aren't very nice…"
Before I ripped his head off, he shot me a broken half grin, which reminded me of why I liked him in the first place. He could actually be sweet, besides whatever rumors people spread. Plus he was seriously screwed up, just like me.
"Look, I just wanted to talk to you." He argued as I ripped his guitar out of his hands and tried to beat him with it. Hey, he might be a secret sweet heart, but he was still on my property.
I dropped it. "Talk."
"Nah, chick. I don't mean 'talk' talk, like real talk and stuff; I mean hang out and stuff talk."
I raised my eyebrows. "I don't like you. Go away."
"Oh, come ON! I'm sorry I was a bitch. I'm not asking you back out, I'm asking you to just hang out with me." He was whining like his usual self, but his voice suddenly became somber. "Just, remember how much fun I am, okay?"
He obviously wasn't going to give up, so maybe I should just hang out with him. Why the hell not?
Why the hell not? WHY THE HELL NOT? BECAUSE HE'S ASH!
A.N. Hey, people. So in this story Ash and Marcy obviously have a weird relationship. I might write a little story to explain that. Is that a good idea?