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11: No Fighting

Chapter Eleven: No Fighting

Thump.

Marshall Lee was abruptly awakened by a kick to his head, to which he turned his face away from a pair of feet. He knew something like that was going to happen. After all, it was his idea to top and tail with Marceline on the bed. Speaking of whom, he sat up and rubbed his eyes, trying to see her better in the dim room.

She stirred again. And again. He contemplated waking her up but she went back to sleeping stilly, softly snoring. He thought that she looked so adorable and peaceful in her sleep, much unlike her violent, reckless behavior sometimes. He checked the time on his phone and slowly, without waking her up, got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom. When he was done washing up, he went out and saw that she was already up.

"Feelin' any better?" Marshall asked as he pulled out a pair of ripped jeans, sneakers and a black V-neck shirt from the closet.

"I feel awesome." Marceline randomly answered and stretched her arms.

"I'll take that as a yes, then," he assumed. "Get up. Don't wanna be late now, do we?"

She looked at him hazily. "Wait, what am I supposed to wear?"

"Your clothes are in the bathroom. While you were catching z's last night, I went to a laundromat to get our clothes washed and dried," he paused, letting a smirk creep its way onto his lips. "Didn't know you were a size-"

"Don't go there, Lee!" Marceline warned, blushing with embarrassment, causing Marshall to chuckle.

She beelined into the bathroom and locked the door. A while later, she came out wearing her black pants and boots but still had the rock shirt on. She'd figured she wanted to wear it to school, since it was neither too big nor small.

"You're still wearing my shirt." Marshall stated the obvious, carrying a helmet in his hand.

"Yeah, I like it. It's comfy. Plus, you have a pretty good taste in music." Marceline complimented, combing through her hair with her fingers, earning a smile from him.

"Let's go then."

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"Gum?"

Marceline eyed the stick of bubblegum in Marshall's hand suspiciously, before finally accepting it. "Sure."

With backs leaned against the lockers, they were making small talk when they heard a loud bang against one of the lockers at a very far end of the void hallway. They turned their heads toward the source of the commotion and saw a pint-sized boy being pinned against the locker, hands held behind him in a hammerlock by someone much bigger than him.

"Donny," Marshall muttered angrily and pushed himself off the locker. "Guess he never learned his lesson."

"Woah, hold on, man." Marceline grasped his forearm tightly, holding him back before he could even take a step there.

"What're you doin'?" he whisper-shouted, trying to get out of her grip but she held onto him more firmly. "Let me go."

And soon enough they found themselves struggling with each other, with Marshall trying to make Marceline let go of him whereas she stubbornly held him back in whatever ways possible. It looked like a scene in a silent movie where two characters were grappling and there was no sound coming out of them. All the while their eyes never left Donny the bully, until when he shoved the poor kid into a locker and went off, snickering.

"What the hell? You just let him get away!" Marshall kicked up a fuss and strode toward that particular locker as Marceline kept up with him. "Why couldn't you just let me get my hands on him?!"

"Because it's not worth it if you get into a fight with him then get yourself into trouble!" she argued, knocking some sense into him.

There was a series of raps and pleas for help coming from inside the locker but it was locked when Marshall tried to open it so Marceline shouted at both the guys to shut up while she turned the dial for the combination. She pursed her lips in concentration as she listened until she finally heard a click. She stepped out of the way as the blonde-haired boy fell out of the opened locker.

"Bonnibel taught me how to do that." Marceline said to a slightly impressed Marshall who nodded curtly.

"Thanks, guys." the boy thanked her as she helped him up.

"No prob."

"Yeah, you should thank her for lettin' your attacker get away too." Marshall interrupted.

The blue-eyed boy looked at the both of them in confusion.

"We'll handle him later." Marceline affirmed.

"Uh, I'm Finn Mertens, by the way. Freshman." the boy adjusted the strap of his green backpack on his shoulder and introduced himself.

"Yeah, I've seen you around wearing that white bear hat a couple times. I'm Marceline, and he's Marshall."

"Oh... I've heard a lot about you." Finn spoke softly to Marshall, rubbing his sore shoulder.

Marshall seemed insulted by his comment. "What?"

"Sorry but I gotta head to class now. Thanks again, guys. Bye!" he ran off.

Well, that was brief.

"So how exactly are we gonna "handle" Donny, huh? 'Cause I'm not just gonna sit back and watch him shove more kids into lockers." Marshall said impatiently.

"Can you just relax?!" Marceline groaned. She slammed the locker shut and took a deep breath. "I have an idea on how to make him pay."

"Care to share?" he asked eagerly, folding his arms.

"I say we take a different approach. Instead of beating him to a pulp like you'd usually do, how about we...prank him?" she suggested.

He raised his eyebrow, chewing and blowing his bubblegum until it popped then repeated.

"To send him a message not to mess with anyone again. That way, he wouldn't know it's us." she explained.

Marshall went through Marceline's idea in his head for a minute then beamed in approval.

"Sounds good."