This Has To Work (A Marshall Lee And Marceline Abadeer Fan Fiction)

Chapter One - The Term "In Love"

~Marceline's POV~

"I could care less." I said, flipping to pencil in my hand. My best friend, Randi, stared at me with a blank look.

"You don't care about me and Matt?" She replied. I smirked and shook my head. I really didn't care about all my friends and their boyfriends. Not once have I had a boyfriend, so now I just don't care.

"Marceline, when was the last time you liked someone?" She asked me. I thought about it. You know, I never even saw anyone attractive besides the guys in the bands I listen to.

"I don't even know." I told her. I went back to drawing the picture of a horizon I was working on. We'd been sitting in a skate park all day just talking about nothing. Randi was my best friend, so I usually just poured my heart out to her.

The sound of a loud pop made me look up. I saw Matt, Randi's boyfriend, standing in the middle of the bowl we sat at, holding a broken skateboard. We burst into laughter.

"Dumbass." Randi cooed at him. He smiled and walked up the ramp to her, planting a small kiss on her lips. I groaned and again, continued to draw.

The sounds of their giggles and whispers circled me. God, I found it so annoying being around flirty people. All they did was whisper and kiss and touch. I hated it. It just reminded me of how alone I was.

"Marceline." I looked up and saw Randi holding her phone out to me. "Take a picture of us."

I bit my lip in frustration as I took her phone and snapped several pictures of them kissing, hugging and embracing each other. After I gave her the phone back she frowned at me.

"Can you please just be happy for me?" Randi asked. I laughed and looked down at my feet dangling from the edge of the bowl.

"I am." I said quietly. I had a tough way of expressing my feelings. Maybe that's why I'm single.

"Matt said he might have a friend you'd be interested in." She said. I laughed sarcastically.

"Oh, I'm fine." I replied. Everyone of Matt's friends I knew was a giant douche bag. None of them cared about anything anyone thought and all they liked to do was skateboard and eat pizza. Basic guys, if you ask me.

"Aw, come on Marce. You don't want any of my friends?" Matt asked. He kicked his skateboard across the concrete and flipped his gross greasy blonde hair.

"No they're all dicks." I snapped. They both glared at me, anger in Randi's eyes.

"Sorry." I said empty-voiced. Matt threw his broke skateboard across the skate park. I watched him skip up and sit next to Randi, taking her hand. Then Matt's phone rang.

"Yeah? No...Sorry, I'm with Randi...I can't...Alright, see you Marshall." He slid his phone back into his pocket and got up.

"We'll see you later, Marce. I'm going over Matt's." Randi said, following him to his old car. I got up and started walking away from them. My notebook was tucked under my arm as I crossed into the street and began walking home.

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"Screw you, mom!" I shouted down the stairs. I spun around and slammed my door shut.

I had a terrible past with my mom. She was a class A whore, and all we ever did was move from city to city. We've stayed in Chicago for more than a year though, so that's a sign of a permanent home.

I pushed my black hair from my face and sat on my bed. My legs were up in criss-cross. I just wanted to find someone I could relate to. Someone I could hang out with that liked my music and just liked me. I was lonely.