Marshall's POV
(a week later)
Nobody wants a freak like you.
Nobody.
You're useless.
Stupid to believe you're good enough.
A worthless freak.
I jerked out of my bed. I rubbed my head.
"Ugh... What the hell..." I rubbed my eyes, and looked to my left. Bubba was laying next to me. I took a breath and laid back down. I looked over at my clock. It was 3:30 in the afternoon. We slept pretty late. I yawned. I heard Bubba stir around. He stretched, but kept his eyes shut. He covered his upper body with the blanket and turned, his back facing me. I sighed.
He's been avoiding most conversation since we found out that the Candy Kingdom found a new prince.
A new fucking prince.
He's like a marshmallow or something. His name obviously is Prince Marshmellow.
(omg i have to, MARSHALLMELLOW THAT'DBEFUCKINGTASTY K BYE)
Fionna and Cake came and told us about it 2 days ago. After she left, Bubba broke down, and locked himself in the bathroom for 3 fucking hours crying . I sat by the door the whole time, listening to him frustrate and curse at himself. I felt so horrible. He let me comfort him after, but since then we haven't talked much.
It turns out Cake's boyfriend, Lord Monochromocorn, knows a prince that's Fionna's age. Flame Prince. Cake dragged Fionna to a date with her, and she met Flame Prince. They got together and now their dating. At least Fi isn't obsessed with Bubba anymore. I'm glad she found someone her age.
I turned to Bubba. I saw him tapping his fingers on his hip. I put my hand on his. He stopped tapping, but didn't look. I got closer to him.
"Bubba...?" I said quietly. I heard him sigh. My grip on his hand tightened. He didn't move.
"Bubba." I said sternly. He shuffled around, still not saying anything.
"Fine..." I whispered under my breath. I don't know if he heard it. I got out of the bed and walked into the bathroom. I felt his eyes on me the whole time I walked. I sighed as I closed the door. I went to the sink and splashed my face with water. I rested my hands on the sink counter.
I understand that Bubba is upset, but why won't he talk to me? I sighed. I dried my face off and walked out. His back faced me. I looked down. I flew down into my kitchen. I saw a red coffee cup I never thought I had. I grabbed it and drained its color. I tossed it in the sink. I heard a little meow. I looked down. Delilah jumped on the counter. I scratched behind her ear. She started purring loudly. I looked in the cabinets for cat food. I got some, and gave it to her. I pet her while she ate.
"I've got my knuckles bruised,
By a lady in black.
Who held my tongue,
As she told me son.
Fear is the heart of love,
So I never went back." I sang. Those lyrics reminded me of my mom... I sighed, and continued to pet Delilah.
"If heaven and hell decide,
That they both are satisfied.
Illuminate the 'NO's',
