"So he didn't want anything to do with you?" Fionna asked Marceline.
"No," she said, "but that's ok, because I don't need him anyway."
"Oh yes you do. Marcy, you can't see it, but I can. You two were meant for each other," said the blonde girl as she looked into the dark eyes of her best friend.
"Fionna, you still believe in a happy ending, but in life, that doesn't always happen. Sometimes things never work out, sometimes life, or karma, or whatever you believe in just doesn't work in your favor. I learned the hard way. I don't need another lesson on that," Marceline said as she got up.
"Wait! Where are you going?" Fionna asked.
"I don't know and I don't care," Marceline said as she got up and walked away.
She eventually found herself in a forest. She found a random bench that looked out to the river surrounded by trees. She looked at the gentle flow and began to relax. She started to listen to music and didn't notice that she was not alone until the person sat down next to her.|
"Hey," the person said.
But, Marceline was too deep into her music and didn't feel like talking or making a friend, so she ignored the person.
The person's frustration grew and he pulled out her headphones and said, "You know what? Screw you, Marcy. I'm trying to talk to you and you don't pay attention. You act like I don't exist. What, exactly, did I do to you?" he asked.
Marceline looked up to see Marshall and the only thing that was able to come out of her mouth was, "How did you find me?"
Marshall said, "Hello? Did you not just hear me? I'm trying here, Marceline, I really am. But I don't know what would make you happy or if you're even worth all of this. You don't understand what it's like for me to feel something for a girl that isn't 'fuck her and leave her'. You don't get it," Marshall said.
"Look, Marshall Lee, I don't know who you think you are that you can just come and talk to me this way…"
"For God's sakes, Marceline, pull your head out of your ass and just listen to me and try to understand…"
"But you just said that I never could," she said as she got up to face him. "And what makes you think I'd want anything to do with a guy that told me to get my head out of my ass?"
Marshall sighed, "So this really is how it's going to go? Are we always going to hate each other? Marceline, I really don't want this, I want to be able to just love you and not have to think about having this feeling that I want to kill you. But for some reason, all of this, this constant arguing, makes me fall for you more. I think it's cute when you answer me back, I like your sass, and I love how you always have a come back for me. You don't get what it's like for me to feel this way, but I really don't know what to do with these feelings that I have. You can call me anything you want, like gay or something because of this little speech here, but I don't care, because at least you'll be talking about me, and I think that's all I really want if I can't have your heart, for you to think about me."
After standing there for a moment in silence Marceline looked at him and said, "You don't get me either."
"Well let me try," Marshall said.
"I don't believe that love is really. So if I start to feel something I just try to push you away. I get so afraid, I only have myself to balm for this, but I don't know what I can do with these feelings either, and plus, how do I know you won't leave me for the next thing that comes around? You're a player, Marshall Lee," she said.
"There you go again, you bring up me being a player, but you don't understand that I would do anything for you. I haven't even looked at another girl since I realized that I wanted you. I don't care if you don't believe in love, I didn't either, but I'm going to make you believe. Just let me in more…"
"No. I have to go," Marceline said as she got up and walked away, once again, leaving Marshall Lee behind to be lost in his thoughts and not knowing what to do.
The next day Marceline was at her locker and laid her head inside. She picked her head back up and closed it, then leaned her head on it as she closed her eyes. Suddenly she heard a guitar begin to play and words flowing out of the mouth of someone.
It was Marshall Lee. He was singing the song, "Remembering Sunday" by All Time Low. The part that stuck out to Marceline the most, and the part that he seemed to emphasize was when it said, "Even though she doesn't believe in love, he's determined to call her bluff. Who could deny these butterflies, they're filling his gut."
When he was done, he looked at her in silence.
"What happened to that whole talk yesterday about how I needed to get my head out of my ass?" she asked him.
"Really? Out of everything, that's what you got?" he asked as his smile fell and he stared at her questionably.
"I don't know what I was supposed to say. Marshall, there are a lot of things that I don't know how to respond to, I don't know what to say when they happen, I just, I don't know."
"And you think I know? I don't. Like you've said yourself, I'm a player. Marceline, this is all new to me. I don't think you understand that. I don't know what to say or what to do because everything just seems to turn out wrong," he said as a crowd began to grown around them."Marshall, can we not talk about this right now? There are people around," she said as she tried to make her way past him.
"No, why can't we talk about it right now? Do you not want anyone to know what's been going on here between us? Are you ashamed or something? I don't get it, because I'm here, trying and you just keep pushing me away," he said.
"I've never had someone want to get close to me…" she began to say, but when she remembered where they were she said, "Can we just talk about this another time?"
"Do you know that you're the only girl that can play with my mind?" he asked her.
"Marshall, please not now."
"Do you know that you're the only one that can make me think that everything I know is wrong?"
"Please."
"Do you know that you are literally the most beautiful thing I've ever seen?"
"I'm begging you."
"Do you know that I can see myself with you, growing old and having children together and stuff?"
"Let's just go."
"Do you know that you're the only one who can hurt me?"
"I'm so sorry."
"Do you even know what you do to my mind?"
"I can't do this right now."
"And why not? Why can't you ever talk to me? Do I have some kind of disease that you don't want to catch?" he asked.
"No, I just, I never feel like talking, I guess," she said as she looked down.
"But don't you get it? I'm here for you. I'll listen to you. You don't even have to talk. I'll just hold you or something. Marceline, please," he said as his eyes begged her to give him a chance.
"Please, can we just talk about this later. I promise that we will, just not here, not right now," she said as she looked him in the eyes.
"Fine, but we will talk. I'm not giving up on you," he said as he walked away.
Sits inside of you silently, waiting to crawl its way back to the surface, like an infected scar.