I really just felt like this story felt unfinished, and a couple of people wanted more, so her you go... It's sloppy I know please forgive me.
He dumps the load of ingredients into the washing machine and wait for an effect. The mixture turns dark red like the book said it should, and he smiles. But a frown appears when the potion starts bubbling.
That's not right… He turned around and leaned against the washing machine, book in hand. He flipped the book to it's bookmarked page to reread the instructions, to see where went wrong. He blew the white hair from his face to concentrate, but it only went back to it's original place, hanging down the middle of his profile, tickling his forehead gently. He scrunched his eyebrows together in frustration as he read the end of the recipe.
Must wait 5 minutes for mixture to cease fizzling.
For serious? I have to wait 5 minutes for a stupid growth potion? Being a wizard sucks. He huffed in self pity and threw the book to the ground. He didn't like waiting, at all. In fact, he hated waiting. Speaking of waiting, when was that sandwich gonna be finished? He could really use something to eat while he was waiting for this stupid potion to finish outside in the cold. He deserved a good sandwich. Especially since his girlfriend wouldn't let him make potions inside. (I guess she didn't like the way they stunk up the house or something.) But since she was just so slow at making sandwiches, he sat alone. Hungry. In the cold. Leaning against a broken washing machine. Wallowing in self pity. Poor boy. Maybe he wouldn't be so cold if he wore something besides t-shirts with the sleeves chopped off. Just a thought.
He glanced at the ground for no particular reason. It was dark out so there wasn't much to look at besides a shining cricket chirping in the shelter of the overgrown grass that he nor his girlfriend could really care less about mowing. Suddenly, he heard the sound of paper rustling and looked toward the beat up fence. A worn piece of paper was caught on a jagged edge. Out of boredom more than curiosity, he walked towards where the paper was stuck. His black shoes made no noise as they trudged over the wet grass towards the fence. He snatched up the piece of paper and plopped down on the dewey ground before reading.
Marceline,
We haven't known each other for long, but I've never met a little girl as clever as you. You are such a bright, strong-minded girl. You will go very far in life, I know that you are destined for great things. I just hope that you can still learn right from wrong even after I'm gone. Hey, that rhymed! But I know you might think you're not good enough, because your father isn't around, you have to remember what an amazing little girl you really are. Don't ever let anybody push you around or tell you what to do because you're worth more than that. I've let too many people push me around in life and I've made too many mistakes. Life isn't long enough for them all. I just hope I can teach you not to make the same mistakes as I did. Wow, I sound like I'm your father. I guess we really have become our own little family through all this mess, haven't we? You, me, Hambo. Best family I've known.
Never give up,
Simon
He scoffs in confusion. What did he even just read?
"Ash, your sandwich is ready!" She called from inside the house, her voice floating out through the screen door.
"About time, Marceline!" Ash called in response. Then, he pulled himself up from the ground and stuffed the letter sloppily in his pocket. He walked up the back porch steps, leaving his potion for tomorrow. The pressure of the crumpled up letter in his too-tight-pant's pocket against his leg made it so Ash didn't forget about the letter addressed to his vampire girlfriend.
And he never gave it to her.