Monster (Marceline x Marshall Lee)

Chapter 6

*Marceline's POV*

Ugh I should've just stayed in the Candy Kingdom. I'd rather deal with their obnoxious flirting rather than be anywhere near Marshall Lee.

He takes me inside and sits me on his couch. "Hold on a minute. I'll get you and me some warm clothes." He says and walks away. A few minutes later he comes out with a couple sweaters and jeans.

"Where's your bathroom?" I say, taking the clothes from him.

"Just down the hall and to the right." He says back as he takes off his shirt. He wasn't lying when he said he had a six pack. He doesn't notice me staring. Wait, why am I staring?! Ew gross!

I walk away to the bathroom. I hurry in and immediately lock the door. Breathe, Marceline. I don't like him. Nope. I take a deep breath. There. Better.

I take off my wet clothes and hang them over the shower rod. When I look at myself in the mirror like that, all I can see is ugly. I look so awful. Especially now that my hair is wet from the rain. And of course my luck would be staying with the person I can't stand being around. "I hate you." I say to myself in the mirror.

I put on the jeans he brought me which are too big, and much too long. I roll them up. Luckily he brought a belt. I put the belt on and then the sweater. Then, I open the door to see Marshall Lee standing there.

*Marshall Lee's POV*

Marceline's cheeks blush madly at the sight of me. I feel bad for listening, but I can't get what she said out of my head. She hates me? I knew she didn't like me, but I didn't think she hated me.

"What are you doing?!" She yells.

"You hate me...?" Is all I could say.

"Oh so now you're eavesdropping?"

"No! I just wanted to make sure you were alright, and I heard you say 'I hate you.'" I reply. For a little while she just stands there looking at me. I can tell she wants to say something but she hesitates for a long while.

Finally, I say, "Marceline, what is it?" She looks down at her feet. "You can tell me anything..." I say.

She looks up with tears in her eyes. "Why would I tell you anything?!" She yells.

"I get it if you don't want to. I'm sorry. Don't cry... I'm sorry, Marceline, I didn't mean to hurt you.." I reach up to wipe the tears from her face, but she pushes my hand away.

"I didn't mean I hate you..." She says softly. I wait for her to continue. I can tell whatever it is she's gonna say is really hard for her. After a few moments of silence she says, "I meant I hate me. Not you. I hate everything about myself. I've never told anyone that..."

How could she hate herself?! It makes me so angry and sad just thinking about it! "Marceline..." I pull her into a tight hug. "You shouldn't hate yourself... You're so beautiful..."

Suddenly she starts to shake and I can feel her crying into my chest. It makes me feel like someone just threw a stake right through my heart. I stroke her hair softly. "Shh it's okay..." I whisper to her. "C'mon, you need some rest." I pick her up bridal style and take her into my bedroom.

I lay her in the bed and pull the covers over her. For a little while she just stares at me. Finally, she says "Why...? Why are you being so nice to me...?" She asks. I can't believe I was so rude to her before.

"Because I care about you." I say as I put my hand on her shoulder. "Sleep. You must be tired."

"I am, but my mind is just too awake." She says.

"Hold on." I leave and come back with my bass guitar. "Music always helps when I can't fall asleep. Close your eyes." I start to strum softly. I hum along with the music.

I hear her snore softly. "Sweet dreams, beautiful." Little does she know I hate myself too.