Chapter 6: More than what?

Marshall got out of bed and yawned. It was 3:30, and he would have to get ready in 30 minutes. But he decided it would be best to make some food for himself and his little sister, Marcy, before she wakes up. As he began to cook, he thought about Fionna. Maybe it was the golden yellow eggs that reminded him of her.

They were pure, and innocent. Righteous, a goody-two-shoes.

He was getting off topic.

"Marcy!" He yell-whispered into the dark room, or dungeon, rather, of his little sister.

"WHAT?" A low hiss boomed through the room. Yep, the demon was awake.

"I made you eggs!"

Movement. A blanket shifted, and footsteps were heard, crushing papers as they moved. A dark shadow stood under Marshall, and he looked down at it.

There was his rebellious 13 year old sister, Marceline Abadeer. Her hair tousled from sleep, and mascara on the corners of her eyes. She glared at him sleepily, and she pulled out her headphones from her sweatpants pockets. Stuffing them into her ears, she began blasting music. Before turning away she poked him in the face with her razor-sharp, bright red nails.

"You never saw me like this." She growled, and squinted as she turned on the lights in her room.

Marshall rolled his eyes and set her eggs on the table before removing his shirt and going into his room.

If his sister was moody today, who knows how bad Fionna would be.

Fionna brushed her teeth and hair simultaneously. She had to admit, she was pretty skilled, but that wasn't the point. She had to drop Finn off at school, and get herself there as well. She slipped on her blue shirt and ran to grab Finn.

"Finn?"

The boy sat on the couch, groaning.

"Fionna, I feel sick." He groaned, curling up into a small ball.

Oh no.

Fionna set a cool washcloth on his head, put on some cartoons, and ran out the door.

I'll have to leave early. She mused tiredly.

Stepping inside the school, Marshall spotted the blonde beauty running to first period. He took slow, yet big steps to get to her. She made eye contact him and he smirked, while she rolled her eyes. The grin on his face grew wider, but he frowned when Fionna stuck her tongue out at him and dashed through the hallway. Glob, this girl was insane.

"Fionna, wait!" He called, trying not to get attention from the shut doors in the hallway. Today was the day they start tardy sweeps.

Marshall mentally smacked himself. He had to hide himself and Fionna.

"Fionna!" He yell-whispered. She turned around to face him.

"WHAT?!" She angrily whispered back in response.

"Tardy sweep." He mouthed. She covered her mouth and pointed behind him.

Mr. Petrikov. The Ice King. The cold-hearted, ruthless, principle. The one who still used 'hip', the one who was still nerdy, and read Harry Potter. And even worse, pretended he was a wizard. So rude, yet so childish.

"Run!" Marshall almost screamed. He grabbed Fionna's hand and raced down the hall.

"STOP! ABADEER AND MERTENS!" Mr. Simon Petrikov's voice boomed throughout the hall.

Marshall laughed as he ran, and he could hear Fionna panicking. "Chill, Fi!" He chuckled as his legs pushed him onward. Fionna let out a shocked squeal and rushed to keep up with him.

"Marshall!" Fionna cried frantically. She felt his hand over his mouth and her cheeks heat up.

"Where are we?" She breathed as she pried his sweaty hand off her mouth.

She almost smiled as she saw his pale cheeks turn bright red, and he looked away with his hair covering his face.

"The girl's bathroom." He muttered in response. Fionna's face flushed.

"Oh." Was all she could say.

"Yeah, oh." He spat. "I'm sorry I got us caught, if I hadn't yelled we could have gotten out of here alive."

Fionna giggled, and his face softened. "We're not dead." She smiled, rolling her eyes playfully.

He chuckled. "My ego's plummeting." He groaned, making the blonde laugh again. She nudged his arm and sank down to the stall's floor. He followed in suit.

"This actually nice." Fionna joked as she took off her backpack. Marshall grinned.

"Oh yeah?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows. The blue-eyed girl laughed and pushed him away.

"EW, not like that, you perv!"

They both smiled. It really was nice.

"I like this side of you much better." Fionna admitted. Marshall cocked his head to the side.

"What do you mean?"

Fionna shut her eyes and removed her hat. She let out a sigh and looked at the ceiling.

"When you're not going on dates, sleeping around, and all of this ego junk. I like this side of you, the one I grew up with. It makes me…" She trailed off. Her hair fell into her face. Marshall scoot a bit closer to her.

"Makes you what?"

Fionna opened her eyes and blushed.

"Want to be…"

"Want to be what?"

"More than…"

"More than what?"

Fionna rolled her eyes and smiled. She scoot as close to him as possible.

"More than friends."

"MORE THAN WHAT?!"

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