January 19th 2015

Marceline slumped into her favourite red couch, content. She, Bonnie, Finn, Jake and Lady had gone to eat at the nearby cupcake store and it had been lots of fun. LSP didn't go, as she was hanging out with her on/off best friend Melissa. To be honest Marceline didn't like the purple girl much. She was obsessed with rumours and gossip and would manipulate people in order to find out the juiciest piece of information and then she would share it with Melissa and her group. Hanging out with Bonnie and her friends was refreshing. It was nothing like the restricting, pressuring "friendships" she had made in the past with some dodgy people. She acted different, happier. Almost like a new person.

Marshall wasn't home until 6pm that evening and looking at the clock it was only 5pm. Marceline took advantage of the peace, deciding to practice some of the instruments she hadn't played in a while. She and Marshall were quiet talented and each of them could play a wide variety of instruments but the longer she didn't play one of the instruments, the harder she found it to play it decently. Marceline and Marshall kept all their instruments inside a cupboard in the music room, with the exception of the baby grand and drum kit, which they kept in the room- this was because their dad had no idea they saved up their monthly allowance to buy expensive instruments to add to their collections, and he would be ballistic if he did find this out. All of her instruments were coloured a deep, rich, red and all of Marshalls were a intense, pitch black, this was so they could easily distinguish whose was whose as before they fought over this.

Marceline scanned over her instruments, some in her collection included: an electric violin, an acoustic violin, a Gibson electric guitar and a Fender (the brands were very different and each produced a different sound) an acoustic guitar, a keyboard, a ukulele, and of course her beloved bass. Her bass was like her baby, it's the only thing Marceline has of her mothers. Before they left for America, her Dad decided to throw away few of her mother's old belongings without telling she or Marshall, because that is plainly just the typical prick behavior expected. After realizing this, Marceline rummaged through the box and found the beat-up bass, just rescuing it from the garbage truck. She saved up her allowance for months before paying for the bass to be fixed up, polished, and fitted with new strings. She also had it changed slightly to look like an axe, it looked much cooler and didn't take away from the face that it was her mother's. Of course her Dad had kicked up a fuss but she hid it until he cooled down. But she played her bass regularly and she felt it was time to play an instrument she hadn't in awhile. Marceline reached for her acoustic violin, it was from Yamaha, and she had to save up ages before she could buy the bloody thing. It was the only instrument not exactly blood red in her collection. It was more a rich reddish-brown, but not many high-quality violins come in red.

Marceline POV

I played a few notes on my violin, wincing at how out of tune it was. I really need to play it more. I don't play my violins very often, as the violin is an instrument that my brother never got the feel of (strangely), and although he'd never admit it, he gets extremely jealous when I play. When I practice for a few weeks I can play as proficiently as a grade eight violinist. Though I can't really blame him, as I cannot play the drums for my life-I can't fathom why though, I have co-ordination to run and dribble a ball. Also, the violin doesn't go very well with the voice unlike the bass and guitar. Another reason I don't play it that often- I don't like many people knowing I play the violin because-well it doesn't gel very well with my "bad boy" attitude, and I don't want to break that image, it makes life so much easier when people are scared of you.

A play a piece on my violin to get started, it's "Crazy in Love" by Beyoncé. The great thing about being musically inclined is, I don't have to print out sheet music to play a piece, once hearing the melody I can repeat it on any instrument. While playing I mouth the lyrics to the song, singing softly and I feel my heartbeat speed up and pound-and an image of a certain pink princess is conjured into my head. My eyes widen when I realise who just came to mind and the link with the song's lyrics. I shake my head, squeezing my eyes shut, continuing to play the song, ignoring what I had just thought of. I had never liked girls before, never liked one in more than a platonic way-what was happening to me?

"Crazy in love are we, Marceline?" I gasp and turn quickly, realising it is just Marshall, I let out a sigh.

"What are you doing home so early, you said you'd come back at 6pm" I narrowed my eyes, completely ignoring his previous question, although I can feel the blush rising to my cheeks.

"Meh. My friends bailed, they got a few more assignments than they can handle. But, that doesn't matter, you never answered my question. Crazy in love?" He smirks, raising a sleek eyebrow, not unlike my own.

Blushing profusely, I turn away from him, putting my violin back in the cupboard.

"I like that song." I said, trying to sound defensive.

"Mhmm," Marshall grinned, "Somehow your blushing face doesn't convince me, that was the only reason you were playing it."

"Leave it Marshall." I grumbled.

"Right, you will be telling me more about this mysterious person that has captured your rotting, black heart later," Marshall cackled, "Imma take a shower and get out of these shoddy clothes." Rolling my eyes I answer, "I picked up Japanese on the way home."

"Sushi!" Marshall squeals like a little girl, leaving the room.

What am I going to tell Marshall? I can't very well tell him that I have feelings for the president of the school, my good friend, Ms Perfect, Bonnibel. He already knows about her from my stories about school but I am not, will not go there. Wait what am I saying? I don't have feelings for her, I'm just confused. Yes, that's what it is. I haven't had a relationship in awhile and obviously my brain would think of the person I have the closest platonic relationship. Walking to the kitchen I refuse to hear the voices in my head whispering "Self-denial".

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