Forever With Me《Marcelee》

Chapter 29

(MARSHALL'S POV)

I stared at Marceline, waiting for her to wake up. I love watching her sleep. Soon enough, she fluttered her eyes open and revealed those rubies that I love so much. "Morning Baby," I greeted with a smile. She smiled at me before she snuggled closer, as if burying herself in my chest. "Still sleepy?" I asked. "Yeah," her answer muffled, "just give me five more minutes."

I just let her be and wrapped my arms around her, listening to her breathing.

After what seemed like forever, Marcy moved and pushed herself to sit on the bed. She turned to face me and smiled goofily. "Let's eat, I'm hungry," she beamed. I smiled and sat up, and we went to the kitchen. And yep, you guessed it. Hunson just finished cooking bacon. One of the perks of being a vampire: you don't die from high cholesterol or too much bacon. We just drain its color anyway. And out of all the red I could drink, I love this one besides cherries because it reminds me of my childhood.

We sat in our usual seats. Hunson placed three strips of bacon on Marcy's plate. Then he looked at me. Without hesitation he placed three strips on my plate like he's used to doing this. I smirked but I decided not to say a word to him. He didn't seem to notice his own actions anyway. We just had breakfast in silence.

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"Baby, do you remember that song I wrote? The one called I'm Just Your Problem?" Marcy asked as she adjusted the string on her bass. "Yeah, I like that one. Why?" I replied. We were in our studio, just playing with our instruments.

"I was thinking we should do a duet on that song. It'd be great," she beamed. "Of course Baby," I agreed. She took out the composition from a box of papers. I looked at it, it was very old and the paper had been quite crumpled. As I read the lyrics, deciding who sings this line and who sings that, Schwabl came yapping.

"Hey boy," Marcy cooed as she flew to the poodle and carried it in her hands. "Ssh," she blew out air through clenched teeth, "we're having a jam sesh."

I smiled at her cute behavior. "I'll feed him," I volunteered knowing he hasn't eaten yet, and floated over to them. Marcy gave Schwabl to me and I left the studio. "Boy, you're quite yappy today," I talked to Schwabl and Hunson passed by.

"Where's Marcy?" He asked. "In the studio, we're having a jam session," I explained. "And the dog's singing too?" He joked, pointing at Schwabl who was in my hands, yapping endlessly.

"No, I was gonna feed him," I answered. "I'll do it. And I'll take him for a walk," Hunson offered and took Schwabl from my hands and sauntered towards the door. Huh.

I flew back to the studio to see Marceline scribbling down on the composition, I approached her. "You sing these parts, and I'll sing these," she informed as she held the paper up for me to see and pointed with a pen the words she underlined. I checked.

"No, these parts are high so you should sing them," I pointed out. "Not all of them!" Marcy disagreed, "I know you can do high notes," she encouraged. After some changing and arranging and adding a bit of lyrics, we tested our arrangement, just for fun's sake.

"Lada-da-da-da, I'm gonna bury you in the ground
Lada-da-da-da, I'm gonna bury you with my sound

"I'm gonna drink the red from your pretty pink face, I'm gonna..."

"What, you don't like that? Or do you just not like me?" As I said those lines, I looked at Marcy with a smirk and she rolled her eyes at me. I insisted her that I do this part because I like it.

I softly rocked my head and tapped my foot as I played my instrument. Despite the hatred composing the song, it was actually a relaxing tune.

"Is that why you always avoid me? That must be such an inconvenience to you