Girlfriends, Wall Breaking, and Fudging Girly Girls
"And to think we used to be in love with those bastards."
*Marshall Lee's P.O.V*
With Marceline resting on my shoulder, I was granted with the better position again, which also meant I had to deal with Marceline's somewhat-soft side. Marceline lifted her head off of its resting place. She turned to me, and my head turned to face hers. "You think about this way too much." She said, smirk planted on her lips. "Yeah… But you ruined the moment." I shot back, a smile playing on my lips. Marceline looked up into my eyes, seemingly searching for a comeback up there. "It's your fault for thinking it." She said finally, eyes smiling now. "Oh, so now you're fighting me about my thoughts?" Marceline laughed, and I couldn't help but find it kind of sexy. "Pervert alert!"
"See, you're doing it again!" I playfully yelled, and she scooted over toward a wall. "What, are you scared of my muscles?" I asked, raising my arms to flex them as I crawled after her. In response to my question, she poked them. My lower lip began tremble, in mock. "You… You… (dramatic pause) Poked (dramatic emphasis) Me." Marceline smiled slyly and shrugged. "And this is exactly why Marshall Lee will never join the marines." We laughed. I stuck my tongue out.
*Marceline's P.O.V*
"You know, if you're going to be my girlfriend, you're gonna have to do that more often." Marshall said, and I could see the caution in his mind. Even with my weird, phycological powers, that caught me off guard. Way off guard. "Wha- Wha-?" I stuttered, unable to finish my sentences. "What? Marce, you bore me constantly. Like… all the time." "Firstly, we're going back to this conversation later. And second, Oh do I?" I asked, staring at him a little, not being able to help my somewhat pervy thoughts. "Does a boring person have an entire alternate universe made just because of her?"Well, that shut him up. For a while. "Marce… I've missed you." I looked up at him with big eyes. Was he always this deep with or…? Marshall looked down at me, bringing his arm around my shoulders. "Marceline… can I tell you a story?" I was surprised, since Marsh had never been the 'storyteller' type. He was usually just cocky and well… Marsh. But, either way, I nodded. His big, green, eyes bore into my soul as he began his story. "We were 17, before the whole Mushroom War ordeal. Everything was falling. My dad left us hanging. My mom kicked me out. I got pulled out of school for a couple weeks. Ash swore he would somehow get me back for 'stealing his girl.' I was on my own. But you, Marce, you stuck by me, and you helped me, got me through the hard times. But, then, Ash, he striked. He went after me, and I was the one who ended up going to jail. But you… You visited me every day, and you made sure Ash got what he derserved, and you… You were my sunshine when the world was the worst for me." I looked into his deep, green, ecstatic eyes. "You're… You're…" Marshall sighed. "You're everything to me. You're my best friend, my soul mate, and… I love you. Marceline Jane Abadeer, I love you." I looked up at him again, and found it hard to be able to look away. His hands went to my cheeks, and we stared at each other for multiple seconds. Then, finally, he leaned into my face, and our lips caressed. It was a quick kiss, nothing too crazy. Slowly, I pulled away from Marsh, looking up into his eyes. He stared right back at me, and I felt any armor I still had melt, right down to the shield. "I want to show you something." His angel-like, beautiful voice sang. I nodded, unable to open my mouth for fear that I'd start stuttering. Or worse, like start moaning. 'Damn this! I once promised myself that I'd never be in this position... I ain't some fudging girly girl! I'm Marceline the fuckin' Vampire Queen! I'm epic and everybody looks up to me in either fear or respect! (Mostly fear)'. I thought. Marshall offered his hand, smirking. "May I escort you, m'queen?" I gave a small smile that only two people in the world could conjure on my face. I took his hand. Then, a thought occurred to me. "Hey, Marsh? Where are we?" I asked, looking around and seeing nothing but dark… darkness. "Your basement. And don't ask how I know this." Marshall said. "What! We were in my house this whole time and we just sat here!" He sighed, like he was defeated, somehow… "I knew that when we got out of here, we'd be facing full-fledged war. And… I wanted to spend some time with you." The last part was barely audible. But I heard it. And it amazed me. Marsh pulled/floated me along, until I heard him run into a wall. "Sss!" He murmured, in pain. "Wait to be smooth, Marsh." I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. "Right back at ya, fudging girly girl." Marshall shot back, smirking. "You read my thoughts!" I hollered playfully. "I know." He answered, heaving a little bit. "Uh, Mar, would you mind if I uh- break your wall a little bit?" I rolled my eyes, sighing, in that way when you know someone can be annoying, but you love them to bits anyway. "You're rolling your eyes, aren't you?" Marsh accused, playfully shouting. I smiled. It was nice to be in his presence again. "Go ahead, break it. That is, If you've got the strength!" I added. We did a lot of playing around before all of the war and stuff. It was nice. It was just me, and Marsh, and a few meddling, nutcase, friends. "Oh, really? I've got the strength, the question is, do you have the awesomeness to still hold on to my hand as I BREAK MEH FOOT THROUGH THE DOOR'S ASS!"
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT SUNDAY…
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I'M BAAAAACK! And I think I very un-righteously failed writing this... but tell me what YOU think.
Explanations for things/ plug-ins/ slash thanks's: About the thing about the entire alternate universe, I'm going to write this back-story thing when I'm finished with this. Thanks so much for your support, my viewers! And, my good friend, MissCriticalKasez, she wrote a story called The Immortal Bond a while ago, and she will soon be updating, she said. So read it yalls! It's righteous! And the part in chapter 2 where it featured I Feel Like Dancing by All Time Low, so ah…I shall call it my take on that part of her chapter. I'm so sorry for any inconvenience.