Forever With Me《Marcelee》

Chapter 42

(MARSHALL'S POV)

"I swear it was her! Stop looking at me like I'm crazy," I yelled at the pink couple in front of me. They looked at me with a mixture of anger and pity in their eyes.

"Marshall, stop this nonsense," Bonnie stated firmly but calmly.

"Why won't you believe me?" I lamented, "why don't you want to believe that your best friend is still here?"

"Marshall, of course I want to believe that she's still here," Bonnie stated now angrily. Tears were brimming in her eyes. "I want to believe even if it wasn't true. I want to believe, but I won't. I'd rather my heart be shattered by the truth than to find comfort believing in stupid lies."

She stared into my soul with a look that almost made me flinch. "You've been slowly slipping into insanity since she's been gone," she said dryly.

Anger crashed to me like powerful waves as I encoded her words. So much frustration, so much anger, a lot of words ran around my mind, bouncing from mind to heart, waiting to be released that I decided to just shut the f■ck up. No one's going to listen anyway. They think I'm crazy.

No words were uttered. I turned around and left the cabin.

What am I going to do now? Even Marcy is acting weird. They're all against me. I don't understand a thing anymore.

I'm tired. I don't understand everything, but I'll just focus on fixing us. Marcy will be coming back home. I'm not sure how, but I will make that happen, and that's the only thing I'll set my mind to right now, whether they believe me or not.

I looked around the dark and lifeless room and realized that her guitar was in our room, standing in the corner adjacent to the bed.

Marcy.

I floated over to our desk and took a piece of paper and looked for whatever writing instrument I could use. I found a pen, untwisted its cap and wrote on the paper.

I have your guitar. See me tomorrow, right here, same time.

-Marshall

I sped out of the house and took a piece of thumbtack along. I landed on the spot where she and I met that night, and pinned the note on a tree. Knowing Marcy, she wouldn't let anyone mess with her stuff. She'll come back. I hope so.

Because in all honesty...

By the way she talked to me...

It's like I don't know her anymore.

But I'm faithful we'll be okay, just like we used to be.

I inhaled deeply and left.

(MARCELINE'S POV)

Well, last night was eventful. I never told Ash about the guy. It wouldn't have happened if I listened to him. And I can't let him know that I've been going out. Although, I'd like to ask Ash about him. He was good-looking, to be honest.

Well no sh■t Erin, that guy was hot.

What's wrong with me? I shook my head.

Did I know him? Why did he talk to me like that? He even hugged me. Who was he? A family? An ex-lover? So many questions ran around my head, but no one can answer me. No one but Mr. Hottie alone, at this moment.

Thank Glob Ash can't read my mind.

I couldn't forget about last night. The touch of his skin, his embrace. I seemed to like it. It's like I find comfort in the way he holds me.

But I can't trust him.

Ash has also been suspicious about the absence of my guitar, because where else would it be? I stupidly left it behind. I just didn't know what to do, I panicked. I hope he didn't touch it. I need it back.

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Twelve midnight. Ash is already fast asleep. I flew out of the window as silent as the dead. I went straight to look for my guitar. I floated past trees, and where I expected to see my guitar was a piece of paper - a note.

I have your guitar. See me tomorrow, right here, same time.

-Marshall

So his name is Marshall. That name felt like it's been pronounced by my tongue a thousand times. I have this feeling that I know this guy.

I'm a bit irritated that I have to come back to see him. But, to be honest, I'm the tiniest bit excited to be meeting him again. What's up with me? What's up with him?

I took the note, ripped it into pieces and threw them away.

I went straight home...

To find Ash awake.

"Where the hell have you been?!" He asked angrily. His expression looked like he was going to hurt me.

"I... I just needed some fresh air," I alibied.

He closed his eyes tightly, trying to calm down, and breathed deeply. He opened his eyes and looked at me. "Where did you go?" He asked in a calm manner. "Just behind the house."

"Did you go far?" He interrogated.

"No, just behind the house."

"Do you always do this?"

"No," I lied.

"Never do that again. Go back to sleep," he ordered firmly and pointed at the bed. I floated past him, and he just stood on the same spot.

"How about you?" I quirked my eyebrow at him.

"I'm making sure you're not going anywhere."

I opened my mouth but no words came out. I threw my hands up and dropped them. To sum up all I wanted to say, "Unbelievable!"

"Excuse me?" He glared.

I turned around and glared back at him. "Do you not trust me?! I'm not a baby anymore, Ash! You can't do this to me!"

There's that thing he always does when we get into fights. He looks like he's about to slap me, and then he closes his eyes and breathes deeply, and talk again, this time, calmly. He always does that.

"It's not that I trust you. I'm just protecting you. Nothin' wrong with that, right?"

To avoid throwing more words over this petty fight, I turned around and slumped into bed without saying anything, whether he's going to sleep or not.