Marceline didn't understand why Marshall was so... well he just didn't want to do anything her way. He'd complained repeadly about how Prince Gumball and her actually had woken him up, thus disturbing his sleep schedule and costing him hours of precious 'beauty sleep". He had added that it was almost worth it because he was with a hot girl, but Marceline brushed that off. He insisted they sleep on it, and wait a couple days to get it done. While that was all fine and dandy, Marceline had no where to sleep. If that couch was anything like hers, it would be way to uncomfortable and nearly rock-hard, conditions even the vampire queen couldn't stand. She wasn't as stuck up as Bonnibel, but she would certainly prefer something softer. And she knew that the softest place was the bed of Marshall Lee, but she would not stoop that low. They had bickered repeatedly on the subject. Marceline just wanted everything done and over. Being a messenger girl was frustrating. She just preferred to jam it out on her bass axe, and chill. But, now that she thought about it...

Having someone to chill with isn't half bad.

"C'mon Marceline." Marshall said stubbornly. "Why can't we just hang out for a bit? I'm tired."

Marceline was actually quite tired herself. She didn't stay up during the day often, and she wanted to head back to Ooo mainly so she could go back to her place and crash. But, she just wanted to stop arguing. "Okay, fine dude. We can chill."

Marshall smiled. "I knew you'd come around. Wanna play a song together?"

"Um..." Marceline looked to the side. She was dying to play her bass so she agreed. "Alright. Let's see what you got."

Marshall smirked. "Follow my lead."

"Pfft."

Marshall began strumming some notes fluently. Marceline played notes that were complimentary to his. She looked up at him and he started singing.

"Oh Marceline, why are you so mean to me?"

"Silly Marshall." Marceline sang back. "You know that I have places to be."

"Oh Marceline, how does my mom know your dad?"

"I don't know man, that's pretty complicated~"

They both statred singing together, Marshall watching Marceline. "Ladadadada, ladadadadada~"

Marceline was actually enjoying singing with Marshall. They would just say whatever comes to mind, like having a conversation through song. Nothing could ruin their epic jam session but one thing-

An interruption.

ESPECIALLY one with an emotional aftermath.

"MARSHALL LEE!" A girl screamed, banging furiously on his door.

Marceline frowned as they stopped playing and Marshall flew past her. He opened the door to reveal a girl Marceline recognized as 'Fionna' from earlier. "'Sup Fi?" he said casually.

"MARSHALL! YOU TOTALLY GRONKED UP MY DATE WITH GUMBALL YOU... YOU... BUTT!" She shouted, her fists clenched and looking overall quite upset. Marshall looked quite bothered when he answered.

"So what? Just go on another one."

"That's not how it works!" Fionna exclaimed. She then looked Marshall in the eyes. "You did that on PURPOSE, didn't you!"

Marshall refused to make eye contact with the young adventuress. In truth, he didn't entirely do it on purpose. Marceline could just feel the electrifying tension and knew something bad was going to happen. She floated up next to Marshall just as he was about to get punched in the face. She blocked Fionna's punch with her hand.

"Whoa, hold up," Marceline said, slightly alarmed.

"Rrrrrrrgh..." Fionna grumbled.

"Listen girlie, obviously Mr. Pink wants to hook up with you if he was going to kiss you. Just leave Marshall alone."

"What do you have to do with this!?" Fionna shot.

"Uh, I was there. Remember?"

The girls stood, glaring at eachother. Marceline had a height advantage on Fionna, which was always a bonus for intimidation. Marceline grew impatient.

"Marshall's leaving town with me anyway, so can you just leave!" She shut the door on Fionna, not to concerned if she was going to kick it down or not. She dragged Marshall into the kitchen and forced him in front of her.

"Glob it, Marshall! What was that!"

"..."

"Marshall."

"..."

"Marshall?"

"..."

"For the love of glob, answer me!"

Marceline could sense Marshall Lee closing himself off from her. He was shutting down, and she knew she had to cheer him up or this entire mission would prove to be quite difficult.

"Marshall Lee, let's just go." She attempted to drag him to the door but he resisted. "I'll buy you fries?"

"Marceline,"

"...Yeah?"

"Let's go get some FRIES!" He threw his hands up in excitement, his expression and mood drastically changed. Marceline found him more mangeable in this demeanor. She and Marshall rushed out the door eagerly and reached the edge of the cave when they noticed the bright light. They stopped short and ended their suicide mission.

"SUIT UP!" Marceline commanded. Marshall gave her a nod and they rushed back to his house.

"AUTOBOTS..." Marshall paused, for dramatic effect. "ROLL OUT!"

This time, Marshall had on a long grey cloak with an oversized hood. He and Marceline floated eagerly toward the fry shop, Marshall leading the way. They flew around the edge of the Candy Kingdom and came to a point where the grasslands, dark forest, and Candy Kingdom all met. There stood a bright 50's style restaurant bearing the name 'Fryday*'.

Marshall and Marceline exchanged glances. They shared a nod and Marshall busted through the doors of the fry shop. "DRAMATIC ENTRANCE!" he pulled off his cloak over-dramatically as Marceline came in playing a riff on her axe base. They rushed over to the counter.

"Gimmie some fries yo!" Marceline shouted. The terrified cashier nodded shakily.

"What kind?"

"Dude, fries and ketchup! Nothing special."

The clerk punched in their order and rushed off in fear of being attacked by particularily Marceline, no one knew her here, but they knew Marshall the infamous bassist. Customers stared on with expressions of either terror or shock. Marceline and Marshall burst out laughing. They exchanged a fist bump.

"That, was awesome." Marshall said, happy to find someone to mess around with like that.

"Heck yeah!" Marceline was more cheerful around Marshall now, as she was starting to see more eye-to-eye with him.

After a few minutes, the casheir returned with their fries. All was fine and dandy until the vampire duo noticed something way below acceptable.

"WHAT IS THIS?" Marceline hissed aggressively.

"W-we're out of ketchup." The clerk squeaked. "I'M SORRY! PLEASE DON'T DRINK MY BLOOD!" he cringed.

"Dude, we eat shades of red." Marshall stated, glaring hatefully at the small splotch of ketchup in the middle of the fries, which only was enough for really one.

"Kethcup at home?" Marceline asked.

"Ketchup at home." Marshall flung some cash at the dude (short one cent) and put on his cloak dramatically.

"Dude," Marceline looked at the fries, then the cashier. "Not cool, man."

And with that, they left the building.

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A/N: Well, I think my schedule can start having some form of order now. I also needed to think about this story a bit, I think I know where this is going to go now. (Planning, planning, planning...)

*Fryday=Made up fry shop. Any relation to existing people,/places/things are completely coincedental.

Marcelee bonding. With fries. Problems? Get out.

Guten Tag~!