Marceline's POV
The next week was pretty hectic. There was a lot of work and most of the time Chris wasn't even home because of university interviews. Mom and dad had their own work. I felt alone most of the time.
But, surprisingly, I had Harry by my side all the time. In school we were together as friends. He introduced me to his friend ryan. He's pretty cool I guess. He has more friends but we don't actually hang out or whatever. For now its only harry, Ryan, Gina and I. We always hang out after school at one of our places.
The week after I submitted my assignment to the cruel Mr. Metcalf, harry and I were walking down the aisle to our music class. We had music together on Thursdays. I liked to see him work on a tune. He would hold his guitar with great concentration and his eyes would be in a frown and his lips would tremble slightly.
"So what you're doing after school?", harry asked me as we passed some couple making out by the lockers.
"Honestly nothing. Everyone's out and the house has started to seem haunted to me.", I replied unenthusiastically.
He laughed hard and the butterflies started to dance in my stomach.
For the past few days the stupid butterflies have made my life a living hell or heaven I don't know. Every time harry does something they start dancing. What's up with that?
"Well since your so bored all the time, why don't you come with me today? I could take you somewhere.", he said, his green eyes shining.
Not exactly getting what he said, I stared at him as a smile crept onto his face.
"what I meant was, there's this place like half a kilometre from town. We could go there.There's a small lake and a lot of trees.", he said smiling down at me.
"Hmm a lot of trees sound so exciting. Sure why not.", I said as he bumped his shoulder with mine.
"Okay then.", he said as we entered our class.
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FanfictionLoosing the one he loved the most in a series of tragic events, he never understood the purpose of his existence anymore yet he never gave up on love.