Forever With Me《Marcelee》

Chapter 50

AN: I see the boyfriend has told you in advance. He was really stoked about getting to write and publish on Wattpad :D Anyway, sorry for not being able to update. But I'm okay now! Here's a double treat♡ (I hope you don't mind waiting, the second update will follow. School + fever + author's block T^T)

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(MARCELINE'S POV)

I woke up to an empty bed, and the sound of someone puking out the contents of his stomach. Irritated, I pulled the blanket up my head and rolled to my side to face the wall. I brushed my big toe on my ankle and felt a smooth surface instead of the rough, torn skin. the wound had healed already.

Seconds later, I felt weight shifting on the bed. I peeled the blanket off my face and stared at a sober Ash, stupidly grinning at me. "What?" I spat out, still bitter from last night's incident. He slowly slipped his hands - which were laying on either side of my body to support him - upwards, which made his body lower against mine. His lips softly landed on my neck.

"Ash," I breathed out and he started planting soft pecks on my neck, making me shiver. "Ash, stop," I said sternly. He pulled away with a sly smile plastered on his face.

"Fine, fine... happy birthday my princess," he whispered as he pulled away, and dipped himself again to kiss my lips. Unlike Marshall's, Ash's lips were warm. I could taste the mint from his toothpaste as our lips touched. He pulled away again, his smile less sly. "Thank you," I simply muttered. His eyebrows knitted together at my respond. "Aren't you excited?" He asked.

Glob, Marceline, you're a terrible actor. Marshall already surprised me last night so I'm just not as surprised now. I should have just pretended to be happy at least.

I sat up and looked at him. "Are we going to throw a party? Invite some friends? At least celebrate this day, just this once? I've never met any of your friends or co-workers, Ash. I'm tired of being alone."

He sighed. "Mmm, Erin. You know it's not safe-"

I looked down. I knew where this was going. I hoped he would do something for me just this once. But I already expected this.

He heaved another sigh. "Look, I'm sorry. I'll just get you a present when I come home, okay?" He tried to comfort me. I just nodded my head. I'm not a kid, Ash. Mere objects don't make me happy.

He leaned in to kiss my forehead and stood up. As the mattress wavered from the weight being lifted off, my heart dropped with the distance growing between us, suppressing the urge to call out to him and convince him not to go.

But the urge was not that strong.

I receded. Seconds later, the sound of the door closing could be heard. Almost immediately, I flew to the wooden dresser and pulled out the drawer. I took out Ash's extra phone and dialed Marshall's number - I've already memorized it. A few rings later, he answered.

"Hello?" His voice was slightly static. I looked around left and right before putting the phone back to my ear. "Marshall!"

"Marcy, is that you? Is everything okay?" He queried, almost gabbling. He was worried. I can't help but smile at the thought. "Everything's fine. I'm just bored. Can I see you now? I'd like to continue reading the journal."

"Is this about the journal, or do you really just wanna see me?" I could feel him smirking. "Shut up," I chuckled. But, both, actually. "Wait, where's Josh?" He asked. "He's gone to work. He won't be back 'til eight," I answered, looking at the wall clock to see how much time we've got.

"But you're okay? Nothing's wrong?" He asked. "Don't worry," that smile crept up my face again, "I'm okay." I assured. "Okay then, meet you in the woods," he responded. I ended the call and flew to the bathroom to freshen up.

(MARSHALL'S POV)

 This was unusual. This was the first time we've ever meet in broad daylight. Not that I'm complaining, though. I put on my jacket and slid the hood on my head as I flew by the side table to quickly grab the journal, and zoomed out of the house.

I landed on our spot and she was already there, sitting and smiling at me. She was wearing a tank top that exposed her sides and tube bra, and a pair of shorts. She was exposing too much skin. Just when I was preparing my three-paragraphed speech about how it's not safe to wear such clothes during the daytime because sunlight burns our skin, I saw a closed umbrella lying beside her.

"Hey," I greeted with a warm smile before I sat next to her. "Hey Marsh," she replied with a smile. I handed her the journal and she received it with both hands and opened it, placing it on her crossed legs. I pushed the hood backwards so it fell off my head, and I slumped back against the tree. "Everything alright?" she shifted her gaze from the journal to me.

"Just feeling a little under the weather, I guess," I answered briefly. This has been going on since I woke up. Instantly, she placed her hand on my forehead, then on my neck. "Marshall, you're warm," she breathed. She removed her hand and looked at me with eyebrows knotted together. "That's impossible. We don't catch fevers, do we?" I asked, now unsure of my beliefs. She shrugged her shoulders. "We don't catch normal fevers. But maybe we catch 'vampire fevers'?" A toothy grin crept to her face as she said the last two words. "Vampire fevers? That sounds stupid, I've never heard of that," I laughed. "Well whatever," she said as she stood up, "Whatever it's called, you are proof that it exists. C'mon, let's get you something to cool that fever down."

She hugged the journal to her chest with one arm. She took her umbrella and opened it. "Marcy, it's not that bad. We don't have to," I opposed as I stood up and grabbed her arm. She took my hand in hers. "See? You're abnormally warm. It's almost like you're alive, it's creeping me out. C'mon," she stated as she flew up, not even giving me a chance to reply. With a sigh, I slipped the hood back on my head and followed her. She floated up, just below the canopy of leaves, waiting for me. As soon as I caught up, she shared the shade of her umbrella and lead me to Glob knows where.

"Where are we going?" I asked. "My house," she replied in my surprise. I've never thought she would take me there, she had always been secretive about her home and what happens there. I kept silent, unable to speak what's on my mind. Before I knew it, we arrived in a small house that sat on an elevated ground, circled by feeble fences. It was slanting side-wards, trailer and a pick-up truck stacked above the roof and a fridge sat beside the stack. A worn-down couch sat outside the door. She opened the door and lead me in. It smelled of bland  dusty old wood, contrasting Marceline's fresh vanilla-scented skin.  How did she manage to live here?

I looked around like a kid as Marcy placed the journal on a table and her umbrella in a corner. "I'll be back," she stated as she shuffled behind me. I was too busy taking in the surroundings to reply and left her to do whatever she was doing. There was just something about this house. There was a faint scent of something familiar, I just can't point a finger to it.