Finally a Marcelee chapter

Disclaimer: I don't own Adventure Time.

No, I'm not dead. I just have a major case of writer's block. This chapter sucks, but it's something.

I hope you enjoy this anyways.


After reading over my confession for like the millionth time, I decided to turn it in. I looked around and scoffed at the fact that I was going to be the first one done. Even Bubba was still working on his crap of work. Ahhh, good ol' Bubba. The guy is like a genius inside a cool dude's body. At first glance, you'd think he was a nerd, but once you got to know him, he's like the coolest guy ever (excluding me). Guys want to be him and girls want to date him. He's living the life, which is how he became my best friend. What most people don't know about Gumbutt, though, was that Bubba was the biggest sissy ever. He's cool with anything that's inside his comfort zone, but if it's even a few millimeters outside of said comfort zone, he'll like freak out. He has his whole life planned out before him. I, unlike him, just go with the flow.

Now I, Marshall Lee, was many things (like brave, awesome, sexy, etc., etc., the list could go on), but I was not about to be the first one to turn in my paper; I refused to be. If you were the first one finished in Mr. Goose's class, yours was read aloud to the entire class as they ripped every piece of it apart with their critiquing and editing like a hungry hyena locked up with hundreds of wildebeest, so yeah—not going to happen. I had so much on my checklist at this point so know-it-all didn't have to be included. I glanced again at Bubba to see that he was still working on his paper. He looked up and raised an eyebrow at the fact that I wasn't working… or it could be because I was making some "immature" hand movements. It could've been either really.

"I'm done dickwad." I mouthed out knowing how his judgmental mind worked. He thought I wasn't going to do it. He raised an eyebrow at my comment. I stuck my tongue out at him to rub it in that I beat him.

"Go turn it in." He mouthed. He then grinned and made a swooping motion to go. His grin challenged me. I don't know how I can explain how it did so, but it did. The wuss thought I wouldn't do it. Psh, I'll show him.

Anyways, I begrudgingly got up and made my way towards Mr. Goose to turn in my paper. Heads turned my way as I walked down the little aisle created by the lack of desks. Girls swooned and guys greeted me. Bubba rolled his eyes, and went back to work. I could still see the grin on his face as he waited for my demise. Mr. Goose looked up upon my arrival.

"Ahhh, Mr. Lee! Glad you finished early." He said. He skimmed over it and looked back at me. "Oh romantic troubles I see. Well, you're barking up the wrong tree. To me women are something to fear, so let's get some advice on this from your peers."

Then, he did the expected- he read it. After it, guys laughed and girls fawned and gushed. Of course they thought it was one of them, and of course it wasn't. I didn't care though, because Lady Luck was on my side. Marceline wasn't here today. I had nothing to be embarrassed about, although all she would do was roll her eyes and act like she was about to vomit. See why I lo-liked her?

I sat back down, thought about my work, and gagged. Ok, so my revelation was full of shit. You know that shit that tv shows show you? Where the guy is like gazing deep into the girl's eyes and thinking of everything that he wouldn't be able to do without her? Well, no. That's not how it happened. I unintentionally fell in lo-like with her. If I could change it, I most likely would. I don't even like her but I do. Okay, maybe I wouldn't take it back. I had put my pencil in my mouth and just stared at the clock until the bell rang. When it did, I got up, grabbed my bag, and headed to the door. Bubba was out before me and he waited outside of the door. When I got to the door, there was my fuchsia knight waiting for me.

"You're pathetic." Bubba said. He then walked away. I ran after him.

"Baby, don't be that way." I grabbed his arm. He sneered at me and shrugged out of my grip. "What's up that gumbutt of yours now, Bubba?"

"You have a crush on Marceline." Bubba stated as he went to his locker. Bubba may be extremely smart, but no he didn't just get that from the paper. The guy was my bud so of course I told him what was up. I guess he just now noticed how serious I was.

"Dude, shut up. I know you're jealous and stuff but don't be announcing my bidness."I punched him in the shoulder. I emphasized "bidness" by putting my heads in front of me and dragging them down and up each syllable.

"The correct word is business Marshall, and what am I jealous of? You're taking bromance to a new level. It's just that this is Marceline- your high school female nemesis. You guys hate each other." Bubba took his Government/Economics book out. He had a good point though.

"I know this man. It's just that I like her okay? What am I supposed to do about it?" I leaned against the locker next to him.

"She's like the girl version of you. It's just weird." Bubba closed his locker.

"Ok, that's true, but tell me this- if there was one girl in the world out there who basically liked everything you liked and hated everything you hated, what would you do? She's not related to you or anything. Would you rather chase after some other girl and look for someone like that, or would you go after that girl? She's just like you, but a chick." I explained.

"You're not supposed to find someone just like you. You're supposed to find someone you can compromise with- someone who likes some of the stuff you like. Not someone who'll agree with everything you say. That'll be a boring relationship." Bubba said.

"She's Marceline, not a fan girl. She isn't exactly like me, but close enough. Plus, she has an attitude and sass. That is not the definition of a boring relationship, and I'm pretty sure she'll go out of her way to disagree with me." I argued.

"Seems to me that you're trying to make you and her work. I'm not mad at you. I'm leaving go get your book and come to class. You better be there." Bubba warned as he walked off.

"Okay mommy. I'll hurry as fast as I can." I said. I put both of my hands in my pockets and walked off slowly to annoy Bubba. I could practically feel him rolling his eyes. Did he not understand that girls thought of our relationship as "cute"?

I hated Government. Why would I rush to a class I didn't want to go to? The bell was going to ring in about two minutes? Who knows? Who cares? Everybody around me was rushing while I strolled the halls alone. Well, that was until Ashley latched herself on my arm. Ashley was a pretty popular girl…with the guys at least. Most of the girls thought of her as a bitch. She took pride in that and labeled herself as the "HBIC" in our school. It was really stupid to me. I mean, what girl wanted to be called a bitch? It sounded demeaning to me, but whatever. That was her problem. So like I was saying, she decided to latch on my arm.

Ashley and I have always been cool. Well, not really- but still. She was good company. Her gossip was hilarious anyways. So for the past week she's been close to me. During the summer, we became close. We started hanging out a bit more. During that time, she controlled my fan girls. It was weird, but I'm not complaining.

"Howya doing Marshie?" She cuddled on my arm.

"I've been through worse, but hey it's school. What can I do?" I replied back. She laughed. Why? I have no idea. Nothing that came out of my mouth was funny. See, I like a girl who appreciates a good joke. Well, a girl who at least knows when a joke is being made. Broads who laugh at anything aren't really that too hard to please and that's a bore fest.

"Wanna walk me to Home Ec?" She circled her finger on my chest.

"Why? You have two legs. Plus, I'm going to Government. That's out the way." I swatted her finger away as I stopped at my locker. The bell rang making us the only two in the hall.

"It's just that I don't like the teacher. She's so old and boring." She yawned to emphasize her point.

"Who's the teacher?" I reached inside my locker to get my book and notebook.

"Mrs. Treetrunks. I'm like dang old lady. Sit down and retire." She laughed. I raised an eyebrow.

"I actually like Treetrunks- one of the coolest teachers I've met."

"Oh yeah, well that's what I meant to say. She's cool, but she's so old. I mean, I wouldn't want her to get hurt or anything. I'm concerned for her wellbeing."

"Mhm, sure you are." I said sarcastically.

"Seriously Marsh! Anyways, I'll see you during lunch right? I was hoping if I could…maybe sit next to you?" She tried to smile seductively. I looked at her skeptically. Did she really think that would work?

"I don't care- feel free to do whatever you want." I replied as I left. Ashley wasn't always like this. She really was good company. Sure, she got jealous a couple of times. Yeah, maybe she was a bit clingy. Either way, we were friends. I knew that, she knew that, and everyone else knew that. However for the past week, she's just been weird. I'm kind of concerned for her, ya know?

Bubba was pissed that I got to class late, but he should've known. He knew how much I hated the class. So when it ended he waited up for me in a pissy mood.

"And where were you at earlier?" He put his hand on his hip.

"I went to go get my books- like you told me to do." I said. I couldn't get an attitude yet, because there was a little chance that I could get in the clear.

"With whom?" he asked as he narrowed his eyes.

"Okay overly attached girlfriend, chill out. I was with Ashley." I held out my hands in defense.

"That whore? Why? She's been with the whole football team." Bubba said.

"That's why I think you're gay sometimes. You're so…ugh." I described him.

"Whatever. I just can't stand her. She's like a STD, she just won't go away. Once you think you're rid of it, here it comes back." He said.

"Dude, shut up- you never had an STD so you can't even say anything about it." I said, "Oh, and umm… She's kind of sitting by us in lunch."

"What?" Bubba practically screamed.

"Oh look, the bell rang! Have a nice time in Honors Physics. See you later." I said quickly before he told me off. I turned back to see him glaring at me. I blew him a kiss and turned back around so I could be on my way.

Bubba never liked Ashley. I don't really know why, and I never cared to ask. In his opinion, she wasn't anything but trouble, which was kind of true, but she was the fun trouble. I hang with Bubba all day, like glob I need some trouble in my life. Mr. Goody Two-Shoes just wasn't cutting it.

"Marshey-poo!" a voice screamed- Speaking of the devil.

"Ashley." I said. It's kind of weird. I don't like having Bubba upset with me and stuff, but I don't want to be an asshole and give her the cold shoulder, so now I'm stuck in between the two, ya know?

"Marshall! I got out of fourth period Physics and I'm in Trig now with you!~" She proclaimed grinning ear to ear.

"Oh yeah? Great. What was wrong with Physics?" I questioned. This was getting real creepy how she just turned up every corner I turned.

"The people in it, of course! I've got it next period now, but that's okay. I wish I could drop it so I won't ever have to take it, but Mr. Peppermint was going on and on about how I need it to graduate. Ugh, he's such a square. The guy had the nerve to tell me I was failing and try to hook me up with some nerd. You know that new girl who came like a month ago? Well yeah, he tried to pair me with her. I told him right then and there that I wasn't going to work with that dweeb. She scoffed as if she was offended and I rolled my eyes. She obviously didn't know who I was." Ashley went on.

"Right, right, right." Marshall listened on. "So what was the girl's name?"

"Uhmm…something like Blue Bell. Bolibel? Bonnibel? Oh yeah, that sounds about right! Bonnibel! She acts as if she's better than everyone when she isn't. Ugh, she's like Mrs. Perfect, it's so annoying. I think she's related to Bubba butt." She laughed at her own joke.

"Bubba to you, but I doubt it. Bubba didn't say anything about any of his kin coming here, but it did kind of sound like him. So what period did you use to have Trig?" I asked, trying to turn our conversation from talking about people.

"I had it for first period, even though I never went because I was always late." She said.

"Mmm, interesting. So do you like Mr. Eberhardt?"

"Never met him." She replied twirling some of her platinum blonde hair.

"Why not?"

"Hello, earth to Marshall! I just I never went to his class. Trig is for hags." She laughed again.

"Right, right, right." I replied condescendingly.

"So what is the teacher like?" she asked. She yawned, not truly interested at all. She probably just asked because she thought that if she cared, I'd care.

"He's a total wimp with a big red bow tie. He basically lets us get away with anything."

By the time I said that, we were at the entrance of the class. Relieved that I no longer had to try to keep a conversation up with her, I sat in my seat. He introduced her to our set of students even though we all knew her. She enjoyed it since she loved attention on herself. As Mr. Eberhardt announced her name, she smiled and wink. No one was really amused because everyone knew of her and her antics. After that, nothing really happened.

I don't particularly hate this class, but it was boring. Recently to pass my time, I would usually go out of my way to annoy Marceline, but since she's not here…looks like I'm shit out of luck.

Ashley kept trying to get my attention, but it just wasn't the same.

So I know that I just now recently discovered that I liked Marceline a lot, but dang do I miss her. I ended up falling asleep in Trig. My class after that was boring too, and let me tell you something, Music Appreciation was never boring for me. Usually you just sat there playing your instrument of choice (can I get like a spotlight or something on my bass) and once in a while we'll take some test. It was a pretty easy class if you were, ya know, musically talented. We go back and listen to oldies and such and discuss how music evolved. When we're done, I usually woo the girls with my beautiful voice and awesome skills while Marceline rolled her eyes and do whatever she does that doesn't involve me. But today I didn't feel like wooing girls, so I just sat there and watched as other people tried. Mr. Jiggler noticed my dismay, but I shrugged him off telling him that I just wasn't feeling well. It's just weird to me that Marceline's presence (or lack of) has such an impact on me, so I decided I would get my act together before I saw Bubba again and that just so happened to be next period.

I don't know how other schools work, but after fifth period we go to lunch. It wasn't a period or anything, it was just..well, ya know- lunch. Ashley waited until Music Appreciation got out for me.

"How did you get here so fast?" I asked her. All classes got out at the same time- well for third lunch it did. What lunch you got (there are three) just depends on what class you're in. They try to do it by grade level, but it doesn't really work that well.

"Because five minutes before the bell rang, I asked to go to the restroom." She admitted.

"And you didn't go back?"

"Nope." She brought out the "puh" sound in the word.

"Awesome." I fist bumped her.

Bubba was outside of the cafeteria. He saw who was with me and decided not to wait up for me.

"Okay, I see how it is! It's over between us Gumball!" I screamed. He face palmed himself as bystanders giggled.

"That was a good one Marshy." Ashley said. She began to mess with her hair. "Do you think I should grow out my undercuts?"

"You're not trying be normal are you?" I jokingly said. She laughed.

"No, but it's gotten old and Ash has something similar." She explained.

"Anything would look good on you Ashley." I teased as I propped my elbow on her head.

"Aw! You're so sweet Marshy-pie!" she cuddled into my arm again.

We went through the lunch line to get our food. She got a sandwich while I got some pizza. After I paid for my stuff, I scouted the lunch room to see where Bubba was at. He was on the far left eating by himself.

"Bubba babe!" I exclaimed as I held up my hand that didn't hold onto the tray.

I went and sat down beside him and saw that he was eating a salad. What a wuss. Ashley followed me and slowly sat down, mean mugging Bubba all the while doing so. Bubba watched her do this with a grimace on his face. This was going to be a looong lunch.

It's more of a filler if anything.

Oh god, I read it again. This chapter sucks. I guess this chapter was more of an introduction to Ashley.

Guise, I'm losing it.