-TWO YEARS LATER

MARCELINE'S POV

All the next day Marceline was bugged by the constant thought of PB showing up, also her not showing up. It was a fear and she tried to ignore it the best she could. She was really excited to see her, so much to the point where she cleaned up all of her small house along with showering and changing. And by 6:00 marceline was expecting to see her princess. But there was no sign of her. Marceline was only a slightly bothered by it. Nevertheless, she held her head up longer, but as the hour hand made it's way around the clock, once, twice and then three times after that, she was doubting her actions.

She stood staring at the door. 'Why am I such a fool? I just made an idiot out of myself by trying!' she scolded herself in her head. Her brow furrowed and she felt her emotions take over her. Tears started to come, but She was sick of it. She was sick of crying over the stupid fact that there might be a chance for Them. 'Might' didnt mean anything. 'Might' was just a word she used to try to make it seem like everything was going to work out. Thats why she hated it, it was just another lie in her life.

she wiped the tears away and stormed up to her room. She slammed the door shut and aggressivly shoved all the random papers, pencils, cups etc, off her puny desk. She leaned against the hardwood and buried her face into her ice cold hands. She hated herself for crying but she couldnt help it, she just sobbed into her palms, the pain was eternal. It was the most difficult thing. Loving someone. Loving someone and knowing that you cant keep yourself from loving them, even though it was never going to turn out okay.

After the violent sobbing subsided, she just layed her head in her crossed arms on her desk. She stared into the darkness and sat there feeling empty. She lifted her head and wiped away annoying strands of her thick hair that stuck to her dampened face.

Marceline grabbed her bass guitar. She turned the nobs and tuned it quickly and natuarally. She could recall each song she wrote about her princess over the past 2 years. Every love letter and every emotional rant. She strummed a few chords. she sighed and just let her hand slam onto the strings, making an unpleasant sound. Marceline started to hum along as she strummed a decent tune. She floated up and shut her eyes while she continued to hum.

PB'S POV

Princess Bubblegum didn't go to see Marceline. Deep inside she truly wanted to see her, but she didn't find the time to even start to think about her feelings toward Marceline, even though the name would constantly dance around in her thoughts.

She was extremely busy, working her butt off to maintain security and peace in her kingdom. The Ice king had started a habit of taking her beloved candy people for her attention. That wasn't any sort of problem for the Princess though, since she always had Finn as her loyal knight, although, It still added to her stress

That's all beside the point anyways. The next morning Princess Bubblegum remembered how terrible she must've made Marceline feel. But heck, Marceline probably didn't even like the princess. But, Then again, Thats only what she told herself anyways.

The princess had heard about a big party LSP was hosting that night. She was absolutely convinced Marceline was going to show up. LSP always threw big parties out in the woods, usually with a lot drinking, dancing, and people. Bubblegum had tried to shut them down in the past, But it started to become a regular thing. Lately there hasn't been a single one. She recalled the last one was almost a year ago. Princess always avoided such events, she thought it was a useless thing. It just made idiots out of people, and if anyone was to ever see her at any one of these parties, she could be ruined.

So PB played it safe and told Peppermint Butler she was feeling ill, and wouldn't like to be bothered that night. She didn't really have a full plan devised, because she hadn't found the time to think of one, but she knew she was just going to show up and find marceline.

After the castle was asleep, Princess Bubblegum prepared. Looking through her closet she realized she barely had anything party appropriate. She rummaged through the back of her closet searching for an adequate dress. Dress after dress, she found the right one. It was pink, of course, with a sewn in bow at the waist. It revealed a large portion of her soft pink back and it fell mid thigh, exposing her calves and knees. She wasn't fond of this trait of the dress, she felt too vulnerable. Well, I don't have anything better , she shrugged. Bubblegum brushed her teeth and freshened up a bit.