AN:/ Hey! I'M BACK! and I've passed all of my tests! And graduating really soon! Let summer begin! Going to school is really just an inconvenience now all we do is watch movies. BORING movies. ANYWAYSSS. I guess who got 10,006 views?! THIS GIRLLLLL! Lol! Thankies for reading my story! It means a lot. :) Anyways I'll let you read this amazing marcilee full of feels chapter! Next chapter will be up in a few minutes!

"What the hell are you doing here?"

It was time for me to put on my good boy face.

"Hello, , sir." I said grinning my 100 kilowatt smile. He just scowled at me and rolled his shoulders.

"Do not make me repeat myself." He growled more than said.

"Hi daddy." Marceline squeaked beside me. And her fathers face softened when he looked at her. And then he noticed the red stain forming on top of her grey blanket. He stepped closer to us a frown forming on his blue skin. I could feel rather than see the panic on Marceline's face.

Hunson Abadeer's nose flared and he whipped the blanket from Marceline's legs exposing the bloody half-stitched mess underneath. His breathing came out hot and furious and he glanced over at me.

"What is this?" He asked casually. Marceline just shrugged. He then turned to me his eyes resembling mine years ago when I was yelling at Marceline after that night with Todd; burning with rage.

His voice shook when he spoke again "Did you do this?"

"Well, yes and no, I was only—"I was cut off by being hit square in the face. I fell off the couch blood trickling from my nose. I swear if this mother fucker broke my nose….

"Dad!" Marceline screamed. Said father then kicked me in the side. Hard. Forcing me to roll over so that my face now faced the ceiling. Hunson moved into a position to kick me again, but, Marceline had gotten up on her feet beginning a screaming match.

"DAD! STOP! YOU'RE HURTING HIM!" I tried to look up at them but lifting my head caused my vision to swim. Was her ceiling always black?

Marceline's POV.

"I KNOW! IT'S KIND OF THE POINT MARCELINE." I stopped him from landing another kick. Marshall looked very pale, and still.

"DADDY! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. HE DIDN'T MEAN TO HURT ME!"

"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN. DON'T YOU REMEMBER THE REASON WE MOVED?" He continued before I got a chance to answer. "BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE THIS DAMN BOY." He then looked at Marshall who was still unconscious on my floor and then at me a conclusion forming in his eyes.

"Why is he here anyways? He's not supposed to be in Ooo. But more importantly why is he in your house? Marceline Abadeer. Tell me you are not dating this boy." Suddenly I was angry. Angrier than I've ever been at my dad, even when he ate my fries. Marshall had done nothing to deserve this from my dad and I was told that we were moving because of the war. We could have been together all this time if it weren't for this man who has tried constantly to ruin my life.

A thought occurred then, vivid and stunning in it's truthfulness. Hunson Abadee,my dad,ruined my whole life.

"You know what? Dad? Yeah I'm dating him, in love with him probably. And you have no right to say anything about it. You can't just decide when you want to act like a father or a jealous bastard. Because really, you're only a jealous bastard. I'm in love with Marshall, and if you ever hurt him again I will tell the vampire society that you killed Hanna." He looked stunned and after a moment of silence I continued. "Didn't think I knew about that did you? Now I want you to leave and not come back Marshall and I are going to be together and there's nothing you can do about it." My fathers face was void of emotion and he glanced down at Marshall then back at me.

"Okay. You can be together, on one condition. In a few months possibly a year or two I am going to ask you to do something. If you refuse I will kill everyone in both this world and in Aaa." He didn't wait for me to respond, which was fine because I had no idea how to respond to that, he just walked back through the portal and was gone.

It wasn't until much later I realized the mistake I had made, a mistake I would pay for dearly.

Marshall Lee's POV

I opened my eyes seeing that Marcelines' ceiling was actually white in its color, not black.

Damn, I must have passed out or something, my head was throbbing. I sat up slowly not wanting to wake the nausea rising up inside my stomach. I ended up awaking it anyways hurling my guts onto whatever was next to me. When my stomach stopped dry heaving itself I sat up again and looked around. I appeared to be in Marceline's bedroom or something every scent wafting through my nose smelled of her, well, except the barf next to me on the….

Shit. I barfed all over her silky sheets. Looking around for something to clean it up with a heard a noise and then I saw Marceline come in the door a small smile on her blue face. She had changed from her sloppily put on and bloody clothes, into a strappy tank top and black shorts that stopped just before her, now patched up and healthy looking, thighs.

"Well you're up, finally." She said, her voice seemed far off, distant. The pounding in my head got louder. I saw her notice the mess I had made on her bed sheets.

"That's disgusting. I hope you plan to clean that up." She rolled her eyes and sat on the opposite side of the bed, she stretched a hand over to my face and brushed my hair back. Frowning a little, she grabbed a tissue from somewhere I couldn't see behind her and produced a tissue.

Gingerly pressing the tissue to my nose, she started to wipe off the crusty blood from my nose. I flinched, once, and her face turned rock solid.

"Tell me if this hurts." She pinched the bridge of my nose softly. The little contact made my nose start flowing with blood all over again.

"It only hurts a little." My speech muffled, while I pressed the tissue to my nose to keep the blood from going on her sheets.

"Not broken, just bruised, maybe…" She sighed, a long melancholy sound. "How are you feeling?" I tried to grin, but it only made me want to vomit again.

"Honestly? Like I just got hit by a car. I'll be fine though." She looked away from me then and I could tell she was blaming herself.

"Marcy. It's not your fault your dad is a douchebag." Marcy giggled a little at that and leaned in to kiss me even though my nose blood was starting to leak on my mouth.

She retracted herself as if remembering something suddenly. Marceline shook her head and licked the blood off her lips.

"Your blood tastes good." She said casually. I laughed then pulled her down to lay down next to me. Her irises had shrunk back down to regular size. But her skin was still super paled in comparison to a few days ago.

"You know… I never did get a response." One of her eyebrows arched up.

"Yeah? Response for what?" A ghost of a smirk was forming on her lips.

"I asked if you could forgive me." Marcy literally just started laughing her cute ass off in my face. What the hell is wrong with this girl?

"Holy grod, Marshall, you're such a dipshit." She grinned and then kissed me again and I could feel her smile behind it.

"That answer your question?" I just shook my head and pulled her down for another kiss.

"I may need more convincing." She giggled sardonically and blew a strand of hair that escaped her ponytail off her face.

"This is for your benefit not mine." She countered even though she gave me a quick frenchie.

"How come all of our serious conversations end with make-out sessions?" Marcy leaned in close to my face.

"Because I'm impossible to resist." Her eyes darted down to my lips and she raised her eyebrows as if testing her theory,

She's right.

Was that not amazingly full of feels or what? and oh my god! What did Marcy just "swear" to do?! We will find out :o... after a while though along the lines of chapter 20... and omg nose bleeds are gross. And Thank the heavens above i got over my small writers block and got more into how marcy and Marshy would act together, getting better right? Anyways I'm just saying I bet this couple is tired of all this drama so I'm considering making the next chapter just them, no drama, no fighting. HOWEVER! Chapter 14... whoa-ho-ho... that's gonna be some shit going down right there. What will happen when Marshall's past catches up to him? Maybe he should have a dream of the past? Ohh that's a good idea.. Okay you know what enough of my rambling! I bid you adew and advise you not to mention boxes to people who used to live in Ireland. JUST DON'T DO IT.