Why do I even bother?

Strange Questions Weird Encounters

"Crunch Crunch *Yawn* Crunch."

Lunchtime.

"Marceline, why must you always be so tired?" Bonnie sighed, dramatically throwing her arms in the air.

"Oh, I dunno Bonnibel, maybe because we have to wake up at 5:30 every morning and not get home until 2:40?" Marceline shrugged.

Fionna giggled, high-fiving Marcy.

"Yeah, how are you always pumped up and hyperactive for school everyday?" The bunny-hatted girl asked.

"Well, I-"

Before Bonnie could say something to the laughing girls, Marshall lee rushed over, slamming his hands down on the table.

"MARCELINE. I NEED HELP. NOW."

She rolled her eyes. What is it this time? There was always something new with Marshall.
(A/N: AH HIC- *COUGH* Ahem.)

Marshall grabbed Marceline- practically half-dragging her.

"Jeez Marshall, what's the rush?" She asked, standing up and brushing off her shirt. They were now standing outside the bathroom, where the halls were empty except for a few loners.

"Ok, what is it?" Marceline repeated, folding her arms and raising her eyebrows. Marshall lee frantically looked around to see if anyone was listening, then grabbed Marcy's shoulders. Then in a silent but serious whisper Marshall spoke,

"I think I've lost my mojo. My dating mojo. I haven't dated in at least a year. Marcy, help me."

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"BWUHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Marceline was now clutching her stomach in a bend over position.

"Oh.. my.. god... Marshall." She spat, wheezing and smiling.

"Ah! I think I'm crying of laughter." She silently screamed, whipping at her eyes.

"Ok, one second... let me collect myself. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She continued laughing, now leaning against the wall.

Marshall was glaring at her in dead silence.

"Marceline, this isn't funny. I really need help." He said, with a slight frown.

She took a deep breath, "You, the King of the Vampires, Mr. CoolGuyWhoGetsAllTheChicks, need help from ME?" Marshall shrugged, then went back to glaring.

"Well, who else am I supposed to ask? Bubba? That guy has never even TOUCHED a girl before!"

"What about Fionna?"

"No."

"Finn?"

"NOPE."

"LSP?"

"What, am I supposed to look for bad advice?"

"Well, Marshall, you shouldn't be asking me either." Her voice cracked ever so slightly.

"I've only ever dated douche-bag jerks who would cheat on you in a second." Marceline said, looking away.

"Marcy-" She sighed. "I know that you were never really the dating type-"

WHAT. Good one, Marshall, real nice, Marcy thought.

"But I really want to make Ashley happy. I mean, you have to have good advice, right? Guys are always crawling all over you."

Yeah. How nice of you to notice. But genius it seems your missing a crucial detail !!

"Look, Marshall, I can't help. I'd really like to, but I can't. Go ask someone else." She started walking away but he grabbed her arm.

"Please, Marceline-" He begged. She flashed him a smile and started back to the cafeteria. "Sorry, Marsh."

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"So what did Marshall want?" Bonnie asked, with a worried look. "Oh, he just needed help with a new song. You know how he gets with his music.." She said, waving off the question and taking a seat.

"Are you sure?" Fionna persisted. "Yes. It's fine guys, I swear. Now, whatcha guys chatting about?"

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Marceline rushed down the halls of school, she was running late. There was no way she could be late to Ms. Ice's class. If she was, she would be getting another detention and a phone call to her parents. And there was NO
way she was letting that happen. Especially considering how her dad was too protective. And she had a jam session with the Scream Queens. It would be the 3rd time this month she would be missing it.

There was still a bunch of people in the halls, even though class started in 2 minutes. Marcy assumed most of them were either soon-to-be dropouts or late to class like her. She was running so fast, that she accidentally rammed into someone, knocking them over.

"Hey! Watch it, or i'll beat you to a pulp!" The person shouted, getting up. Once Marceline had regained her composer, she looked to see who was yelling. Her eyes widened with surprise when she saw that it was none other than Ashley.

As soon as the white haired girl realized that it was Marceline, her face shifted from a harsh glare to a smile.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know that was you. I didn't mean to bump into you." Ashley apologized, brushing herself off and walking away.

"It's ok..." Marcy trailed off, still stunned at her encounter. Marceline sighed and continued to class. What's her deal?

An idiot could see that had been a fake smile.

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Yay! An update! These chapters tend to take longer than my other stories, only because my lack of ideas :/. But don't worry! I've been working on a my stories a little bit, piece by piece. I've also decided to start putting up chapters by vote; for instance, if I get ten votes on one chapter, ill add an other (Just example). So if you want more, vote!

Thanks for reading!

-Carmen