"Hey Finn?"
"Yeah Marceline?"
"You want something to eat?" she asked.
They had been recording for hours, and fatigue had set in.
"Way ahead of you," Finn reached into his pack, producing his sandwiches.
"Okay. Cool. I'm just gonna grab something from the fridge."
"Yuhuh."
"By the way, thanks Finn."
"For what?"
"You know. Helping me out and junk."
"Oh, right. No man, I'm having crazy fun over here."
"I'm glad," she rummaged through the fridge, "Cause this is some heavy stuff."
Finn remembered Jake's comments.
"Hey Marceline?"
"Yeah Finn?"
"Uh... Why did you ask me to help you out anyway? You know, on the count that its so personal."
"Hmm..." she contemplated as she floated down besides Finn, now armed with a small plate of cherries. "In the spirit of confession?" her voice shrank, "...it's cause your my best friend."
Finn had not expected that.
"Really? I mean, what about Jake and Beemo, and PB?"
Marceline scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Jake and Beemo are alright. But me and Bonnie?" she sighed, "We've been patching things up. Its better, but stuff is still weird between us. Still: its you."
"Huh. I always thought, you know, with the thousand-year-old-vampire thing that you'd have loads of friends."
"Yeah, well... not really. I mean, I do have friends, and they're cool to hang out with and all, but between you and me? They can all kind of be jerks sometimes."
"They're okay."
"Maybe. But they're not the kind of people you want to be sharing your feelings with."
"Hm," Finn contemplated while eating his sandwich.
"Its one of those unwritten laws of the universe. The people who are fun to hang out with are kind of jerks, and the nice people aren't the kind you'd have fun hanging out with. You though? You're the raddest person I know. And the sweetest."
Finn blushed. "Thanks."
They ate in silence for a while.
"Hey Finn?"
"Yeah Marceline?"
"Do you... wanna be my boyfriend?"
"Wha?" he looked at her in shock
Marceline punched him in the shoulder.
"Ow! But I thought you didn't want to date me," Finn returned to his senses, "It was like, a whole thing!"
"I didn't!" Marceline said defensively, "...but now I do," she deflated, "...so?"
"That's heavy," Finn said.
More silence.
"Maybe this was just a really stupid idea," she trailed off, "I'm being stupid."
"No, you're not stupid. It's- I'm just confused," Finn admitted. "Like... why?"
Marceline muttered something unintelligable.
"Huh?"
"I'm lonely, okay?" she snapped.
Finn backed off a good foot or so.
She sighed, exhasperated with herself. "Sorry."
"Its cool," Finn scooted back to his previous spot.
"I know you like Bonnibel. And one of these days, you're going to grow up, and she's going to notice."
"You think so?" Finn asked, embarrased.
"Yeah. It'll happen," she pat his head and drew him a bit closer to herself. "So maybe I'm just trying to beat her to the punch."
"I never really thought about you that way," Finn admited, allowing him to be drawn to Marceline. "I mean, I definately like you. But like-like?" he tried to contemplate it some more, "Man... feelings junk jacks with my brain."
Marceline chuckled, "Yeah, right on," she sighed, "Look: just forget about it, okay? I've just been working through a lot of feelings junk lately, and I sort of dumped some stuff on you I shouldn't have."
"I guess," Finn answered, out of his depth.
"Hey, lets take a break from my stuff. How about we record one of your songs? I think the change of pace will do us some good."
"Yeah. Okay."