Forever With Me《Marcelee》

Chapter 13

(MARCELINE'S POV)

I woke up to the bright sunlight shining through the white curtain from the window. I sat on the bed. Marshall's arm was on my waist. He was sleeping next to me. I must've fell asleep in the forest last night. I realized that this was the small house in the garden.

I also noticed that I was already wearing a white tank top and a pair of pajamas. Oh no. I pulled the blanket on Marshall's side to expose his body. He was already wearing a tank top and a pair of boxers. I looked at the floor and our clothes were there, scattered. Okay, calm down Marcy.

"Marshall, Marshall," I called as I shook him slightly to wake him up. "Hmm?" He answered in a sleepy voice as he opened his eyes. I smacked his leg. "Ow!" Now he's awake. I need answers, now. "Marshall, did something happen last night?" I asked, trying to calm down.

"Yes."

I widened my eyes. "Did you practice necrophilia on me?" I asked innocently and uneasily, my eyes watering. "What? No! Why would I do that?!" He asked, confused. My grimaced face suddenly turned confused. "So, what happened then?"

"You fell asleep when we were in the forest."

I was right, that happened.

"So I brought you here. There are extra clothes here because this used to be a rest house, so I took off your dress - but I didn't take advantage, I swear! I put the sleeveless shirt and pajamas on you, because I know you already felt uncomfortable enough wearing the dress. I laid you down on the bed. I got changed, and of course I  was not going to leave you alone here but I didn't want to wake you up so I just slept here with you. SLEPT. There was no 'necrophilia' or whatever. That's disgusting. We just slept. That's what happened," he explained in a way like he was enumerating.

I hugged him. This is one of the things I love about him. He doesn't take advantage. He respects me enough. Call me old-fashioned, I am more than a thousand years old, but I value this. And I will keep it until marriage. That's what people in mom's time used to say, and I believe it. And I keep my promises. It's not that hard for me, I only dated one guy, Ash, the crazy jerk, and currently dating one, Marshall.

Besides, there's more to love than that. I want to make the most of my relationship with Marshall.

"I love you I love you I love you!" I blurted, still hugging him. Marshall chuckled. "I love you too, Marceline," he replied as he hugged back. "Thank you so much. You're a total sweetheart and a gentleman," I said to him. "Because I love you," he responded. I hugged him even tighter.

I pulled away and smiled at him. "Shall we get going?" He asked. "But the sun is out," I said, looking at the window where light from the outside leaked in. "Oh yeah. Then I guess we'll have to stay here until the sun goes down."

"So what do we do?" I asked.

"I don't know."

"I know," a new voice interrupted. The door suddenly slammed open, exposing my feet to the sunlight. I hissed in pain and Marshall immediately covered my feet with his pillow. I placed my hands on Marshall's chest and Marshall wrapped his arms around my body. Ashley and Helena entered.

Ashley balled her hands into fists when she found us. "You two look disgusting," she groaned. "So did you have fun with your little date last night?" She added sarcastically. "C'mon, not this early in the morning," Marshall exclaimed.

"Calm down Ashley, let's not forget what we're here for," Helena said as she placed her hand on Ashley's shoulder. I raised a brow at her statement. Where were they last night? What are they up to? How did they even find us?

"Marshall, we have something to talk about," Helena uttered. Marshall and I looked at each other. Marshall then turned to look at his mother. "If you're going to convince me again to marry Ashley instead of Marceline, the answer is no, there is nothing to talk about."

"It's not about that."

Marshall and I once again looked at each other. "Then what?" He asked. "But I need to talk to you alone," she replied. Marshall laughed a bit. "C'mon, I'm not dumb. We're gonna leave Marcy with Ashley alone too?"

Ashley and Helena then looked at each other. They silently talked for a while. "It's only for a while," Helena said. Marshall clutched me tighter. "Is it really that important?" He complained.

"Marshall, it's okay. I'll be okay." I finally spoke as I caressed his arm. "You know what she did to you," he said as he pointed to Ashley. "It won't happen again, I promise," I tried to convince him so we could get over it.

"Look," Marshall said as he grabbed my shoulders with both his hands. "It's not that I don't want you getting into trouble. I just don't want you getting hurt." He looked directly into my eyes. "And I'll be okay. I promise. Now you go talk to her," I replied.

He looked down in defeat. He looked at me again and caressed my hair before he got up and walked to his mother. Helena then opened the door a bit. "Outside?" Marshall complained. "Would you rather let Marceline go outside?" Helena asked. He sighed.

For a moment I panicked. The sun hurts us. But when the door was opened, there was a part of the house that was shaded by the trees in the garden. Thank goodness. I watched them walk out the house.

The door closed, and soon enough my attention turned to Ashley who was just standing, leaning on the wall, looking me. I avoided looking at her. I got up to explore the tiny rustic house. There were only two rooms, the bedroom, and the bathroom, which takes up about a fourth of the bed room. I walked to the very end of the room to look at the painting hung up on the wall.

"Hey!" Ashley yelled to catch my attention. I looked at her, but before I could speak, I heard a loud noise outside. "What is this?!" I heard Marshall yell. Marshall! I flew to the door but Ashley blocked me. "Get out of my way!" I yelled at her. She slapped me and quickly threw a black powder-like substance at me. Then I remember that one night when Marshall and Ash were fighting in the courtyard in the Candy Kingdom.

Before I knew it, I was already on the floor. I feel so weak. I can't fly. I heard Marshall scream. I quickly stood up and punched Ashley that she fell to the floor.

(MARSHALL'S POV)

"What is it?" I asked mom who just stood there. I leaned at the shaded part of the small deck. There was a long pause, then finally she spoke. "You're really not going to change your mind?"

Here we go again! I let out a heavy sigh. But before I could talk, she cut me off. "I know, I know. You used to be an obedient child. You're so stubborn now."

"Mom, please, let's not bring this up," I said as I avoided looking at her. The memories always haunt me. "I'm sorry, son, but this is a small price to pay for your own good." What?

A portal to the Nightosphere suddenly appeared in front of us. An army of demons came out, making a strange and annoying noise. "What is this?!" I shouted to mom. "Take him and tie him up," mom ordered the demons.

I can't escape because sunlight flooded the place. I can't do anything but fight. Knowing I'd resist, they threw me out of the deck and into the grass. I screeched in pain as sunlight touched my skin. I can't think. I struggled to crawl away. I... can't... th-think. Blisters start to form on my skin. My sight became blurry.

"MARSHALL!" I heard Marceline scream. I can only see her blurry figure. I try to reach out to her but she doesn't come close. "M-Marceline," I weakly grunted. I feel myself slowly slip away.

"MARSHALL!" She screamed again. I call her name one last time and my head was covered in a bag. I felt my wrists and ankles being tied up. Everything hurts, everything burns.

Marceline...