You guys! I am so so sooooooo sorry for not updating in a while, but I have a good reason. I had no internet for weeks because I went to Michigan for two and a half weeks and then when I got back, I had no working laptop, and when the laptop was working, it had erased the chapter so I had to start all over again, and then after that, it showed that I had it saved, but it wouldn't let me pull it up, so I'm really sorry for making you guys wait so long, I hope you can forgive me and just read this, would you believe me if I said I love you guys, please forgive me. Ok, here you go, the long awaited chapter is here.

"So what did you want to talk about?" Marceline asked Marshall when they were finally alone.
"Don't bullshit me, Marceline, you know what I want to talk about," Marshall said as he sat across from her.
They decided to meet at her house, no one would be home, and they could yell and scream at each other all they wanted, the neighbors were used to yelling coming from the small house by this time.
"I don't get how you can think you can just talk to me like that and then come up to me not even twenty four hours later and think that I'll just melt for you and forgive you," she said.
"Well I'm sorry I'm not everything you expected, but is it so hard to believe that I might be doing that because I've never been so attracted to someone before? Another reason might be because you frustrate me beyond no point, but I somehow find it all really sexy," he said.
She was silent for a moment. She didn't know what to say to the boy that she had always hated. She was confused at the moment of her feelings for him, she liked having balance in her life, and with him, there was none of that. She never had anyone tell her that they liked her this much before, she never felt that anyone ever would, she thought she would end up alone, if she didn't end it all before it was time. She looked into his eyes to look for any signs of insincerity and could find none, maybe he was telling the truth. But, at the same time, he was a player, he was known for tricking girls, he was good at what he did and how he did it, she didn't want to be just another girl to him, just another "project".
"Are you going to say anything?" he asked her after a moment. The silence was killing him, he just wanted to know if he was making any sense at all. He was new at having actual feelings for a girl and not just lust, he didn't know what to do or say around her, everything was new for him. All his life, he had been taught that women didn't really matter. His father had always told him that his mother never told him about Marshall, that one day when Marshall was three, he opened the door to find Marshall outside with a note saying, "Sorry I never told you about him, take care of him, Love Aria. P.S. his name is Marshall Lee and his third birthday is today." Apparently, Aria had been his girlfriend for two years. His father was convinced that she was the girl he was going to marry, then suddenly one day, she disappeared, then, three years later, Marshall was on his doorstep crying because his mother had just left him there. When Marshall was old enough to kind of understand what happened, he deiced that all girls must be the same, meaning, they would all leave him if he didn't leave them first, that's when he began to be who he became. His father wasn't the best role model either, having a different woman over almost every night, he was the one that taught young Marshall his ways. His father was, also, always drunk or high. He tried to get over the fact that not only had Aria left with his child, but brought him back three years later with nothing but a crappy note written on the back of a napkin attached to his shirt with a piece of tape and a party hat on his head in the middle of the night, but that she had never went back for him or Marshall, ever.
"Look, Marshall Lee, I don't know. I like having balance in my life, as hard as it was to get it with my dad here, and then Ash, I just need time to try to figure everything out. I know that this is new to you, it is to me too, but I just don't know about us right now, I don't know if I can handle it," she said.
After a lookeing at her for a moment, being pulled out of his thoughts by her words and said, "Let the balance be over, live your life, don't worry about what might happen, Marceline, you're young, this is the time to live and learn and to make mistakes."
"I know that! But I've never had a normal life! I feel like everything I've ever done is a mistake. My parents had me when they were freshman in high school, I was a mistake and my dad hates me. Everything I do is so that I don't make another mistake, I just, I can't. I'm sorry, but I can't," she said.
"You can't what?" he asked.
"I don't know!" she said as she suddenly began to cry into her went over, never having comforted someone before and just held her.
He thought of something to say and said it, "I'm here for you. You're human, we all make mistakes, but the thing is that we learn from them, we learn what to do and what not to do, so make all the mistakes you want, it will be better for you in the end."
"Do you really think so?" she asked as she looked up at him.
"Absolutely, I mean, after all, I'm a mistake too, maybe," he said. He never knew what his mother felt about him, the only thing he remembered of the woman was that she was young with long dark brown hair that she always wore in a braid and that she would sing to him every night and call him her little vampire king. But he could never get over the fact that she was just able to leave him the way she did. But he never knew if his mother really ever thought he was a mistake. Maybe one day he would go looking for her.
"What do you mean maybe?" Marceline asked him.
"I don't really know what my mom felt about me, and my dad didn't know I was alive until I was three. He's never told me what he thinks of me," he said. He was surprised he remembered so much from his mother, and he was even more surprised that he did kind of still love her.
"So she went back to your dad?" Marceline asked.
"Um, no. She left me on his front doorstep in the middle of the night on my third birthday with a note telling him who I was, what my name was, and that it was my third birthday, and she never came back," he said.
"I'm really sorry about that," Marceline said as she dried her eyes, maybe Marshall did have a reasonable back story.
"It's not your fault," he said.
"I know, but that still must suck," she said as she looked into his eyes.
"Yeah, it kind of does, but I mean, I grew up, I wonder about what she's doing and why she did what she did, but it's a part of my story," he said.
"Maybe I was wrong about you, Marshall Lee," Marceline said.
"Who really knows?" he asked.
"Maybe, I should start taking risk, and let the balance out of my life until I'm older," she said.
"Maybe."
Suddenly, she did something neither of them imagined, she kissed him. The balance was defiantly over.

I fear balance is over, the balance is gone.