A week had passed since Marshall and Fionna had begun dating. Marshall flew across the night sky. After some time he finally reached his destination. He pushed open the door and stepped into the shop. Musical instruments covered the walls. His eyes scanned the room, looking for one woman in particular.
"Hello? Jill?" He walked to the counter and tapped the bell. After a few seconds the door behind the counter opened, sending some smoke out into the store.
"Hey man! What brings you here?" Jill shut the door and walked to the counter.
"I'm here to pick up my guitars…" Marshall looked at Jill blankly. "The one red one I left and the blue one you were going make."
"Oh yea!" She walked into the back and again, but this time returned with two guitars. "Here it is man. Red Devil and… What's this one's name?" She raised the blue one.
"Not my choice. It's a gift to Fionna, I'll let her name it."
Jill picked up two guitar cases from behind the counter and put the guitars in them. "Alrighto man, here's your guitars." She handed them both to Marshall. "One more thing, when's your next show? Cause you guys got some savory licks."
Marshall laughed. "Tomorrow, in the Candy Kingdom, I got a hold of all the members. We might do one more tour. It's all sketch now." He picked up both guitar cases and began to walk to the door. "It was nice to see you, Jill. I have to set up and see what songs we will be playing tomorrow. Hope to see you there."
"Oh I'll be there brohan. I'll see you later, man."
Marshall walked out the door as Jill followed behind and closed it. Marshall took to flight and began the long travel back towards his house. He took his time as to make sure he did mess up or drop the guitars. The float back was full of thoughts and ideas.
"What am I going to play for Fionna? I want to play something about her being my… Girlfriend…" Marshall picked up his pace and after a few more minutes he was home. He hurried into his house and floated to his room, where he laid down the guitars. His body instantly went towards his song writing desk. Words flowed out from his head and onto the paper.
"This… is… perfect. She… might love it." He dropped the pen and picked up his guitar. He began to match tune with the words, chords rang out across his home, followed by his voice. When he finally finished a smile stretched across his face. "Now I got to get this to…"
As Marshall walked towards his ladder downstairs a familiar woman climb up and greeted him.
"Marshy, Baby!" Ashley jumped up from the ladder and hugged Marshall.
"Ash… What do you…" Ashley began to kiss Marshall. He began to back up until he reached the bed. Their bodies fell together, her body on his. "Ash stop…" Ashley became more aggressive with her kissing.
"Marshall, I love you. You mean the world and more to me. Please give me a-"
"Chance… I gave you a chance, but what happen? You went off, after selling Hambo, and messed around with… Brendon, My friend." Marshall pushed her off him and began to stand. "What you did… what you did hurt me. I wanted to forgive you, but I can't. We were supposed to face the world together, travel it, and have the lives we wanted. What happen, Ash?! YOU gave up! Yes I went off and became what I did. Yes I became a…" Marshall slammed his hand down on his table which made Ashley jump. "I wanted to fix us, but you needed to be..." Marshall raised his hands and air quoted. "Alone."
"I needed to see if you were right… I needed to find my own happiness before I could be happy with you…" Ashley reached out to him, but Marshall backed away.
"Is that why you went off and got with Summers? After you messed around with that guy… I don't remember his name, but that's not my point." Marshall walked by her and laughed. "I TRIED to find a reason why you did all that. I blamed myself, I blamed everyone else, but I never blamed you. Until that day… that day I came to you and tried to talk, but you just said you didn't want to talk and that I needed to "stop riding the pity train." Well Ash… I did ride that pity train. I used that train to do things with people I am not proud of, but I will sit in this puddle of self loathe anymore. Fionna actually cares and wants to be with me, and you may think it's crazy or whatever to be with a human, but I would rather be with someone who feels than someone who could care less for me or anyone for that matter. Now… get out of my house." Marshall stared at her with a piercing glare.
"You know what, Marshall, I don't regret doing any of it. I wanted to be happy, but you're so emotional. All you ever did was dwell, smother, and hold me back. I-"
Marshall turned and punched a hole in his wall. "I am who I am because of you! I dwelled cause you kept making the same mistakes which led to me not trusting you. I never smothered you, I gave you options… If I held you back then why are you back? Why can't you just leave me alone? Is this some sick game? Every time I find someone, here comes Ash to tell me she wants me back and make me… Just for the love of Glob, Go… just go!"
Ashley walked to Marshall and grabbed his shirt. "I came back because I love you, and I want to fix this! Now though I see there's nothing here to fix! Good bye Marshall Lee!" She pushed him against the wall and jumped down the ladder. After a few seconds of stomping he heard his door slam. His back slid down against the wall, until he was sitting.
"I can't catch a break…" His hand ran through his hair as he laughed. "I just wish things would get easier." Marshall sat for a few minutes before he stood up and walked to his phone. He dialed and put the phone up to his ear. "Come on…"
"Hello?" A male's voice finally came over the phone.
"Kyle dude… I need to… can you come hang out man?"
"I can. What's wrong man?"
"Ash came-"
"I'll be over. I can tell this isn't something that needs to be said over the phone. Want me to bring the band?"
"Yeah… we do need to get this new song I wrote down."
"Okay. I'll call every one and we'll be over in a bit. Just stay there and relax. Okay?"
"Okay man, Thanks. I'll see you when you get here. Bye."
"Alright. Bye."
Marshall hung up and laid down on his bed. He looked at his clock and sighed. "Only Eight… Ash was right… I dwelled and smothered her. What if I do that with Fionna? What if…" Marshall began to thrash on his bed. "Glob! Why am I like this? I'm a screw up and an idiot. I overthink every decision." He sat up on his bed and rubbed his head. "I need to take a shower before they all get here." As he stood up and walked to his bathroom he began to laugh. "Why am I questioning why she loves me? I'm lucky and I need to just be happy that I am lucky, for once." The hot water began to run and Marshall began to undress. "Crap! I forgot to write this week! Now the Princes and the readers will be mad. Writing Fan Fiction, anonymously, is a ridiculous hobby. Why do I even do it? It's like… the least manly…" Marshall stepped in the shower. "…Hot! Ah!" He reached and turned the cold on a little. "Better…" He let the water spray onto his chest as he stood and thought. After a few minutes Marshall came to and decided to actually wash. He began to sing as he scrubbed.
"You burn my energy
I don't think I'll make you see
That I don't care about
You and your ''best friend''
So when you open your mouth beware oooh

I don't know what I should do
What's this feeling when I'm with you
I must be going crazy
I'm just your problem baby

Let go
Let go
Let, let, let go of my
Let go
Let go
Let, let, let go of my hand.."
Marshall kept singing as he stepped out the shower and wrapped the towel around his waist. He walked to the door and opened it to see the band sitting around his room smiling. Lady and Jembe burst out into laughter while Kyle and Gumball sat holding their laughter in.
Through mild laughing Kyle finally spoke. "You take some long showers in there and you can hit those… Ooohs!" Kyle slapped the floor as he began laughing. "…Beware… OOH!" Gumball began to laugh just as hard as Kyle.
"I hate all of you so much right now… Why am I even in a band with you people?" Marshall walked to his dresser and pulled out his black jeans, boxers, and red tank top. "I'm about to drop this towel… so either look away of be amazed. Your choice here. Three… two… one." Marshall dropped the towel and slid on all his clothes. "Okay… so I…" Marshall looked at them as they all whistled and looked at the ceiling. "I'm dressed! You can look now!" Marshall walked in front of them and held up his new song. "Here it is, it's called… I have no name yet…"
Kyle laughed. "I have no name yet is an amazing song title. What's it about? You being so lazy you couldn't think of a name?"
"Shut up, Kyle. It's for Fionna tomorrow night at her party, okay? This HAS to be perfect. It's got an upbeat tempo and I have the main lead guitar figure out." Marshall picked up his Axe guitar and plugged it into the amp. "It goes like this…"

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