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53: Bite Me

Chapter Fifty-Three: Bite Me

Throughout the months that they've been together, Marshall Lee had never seen his girlfriend like this, or even thought that she could behave so in this way to begin with. Lounging in bed with his fingers laced behind his head, he watched the sky outside her window turn dark as night fell and he sat up, facing the back of the raven-haired girl's head.

"Maaarcyyy..." he whined, calling her for the umpteenth time that evening.

Marceline, who sat hunched over her desk reading a textbook with the aid of a candlelight, did not budge, knowing that he would not give up at demanding her attention. "What?"

"Come lay with me."

"Not now, I'm busy." she refused, flipping a page.

"Seriously?" Marshall groaned. "Which's more important? Me or some lame books?"

Marceline clicked her tongue. "Don't be a wiener dog. I'll be done soon."

"What's up with you? You've never been the studious type."

She sighed. "Well, I made a deal with my Dad."

"What deal?"

"If I can pull my GPA up, he'll buy me a brand-new sports car," Marceline explained. "The keyword here being 'sports'."

Marshall raised an eyebrow at the motivation for her to study. "The exams are not until two weeks."

"I know, and you're no help at all," she complained. "You've been here longer than me. Shouldn't you be more familiar with all the subjects?"

He thought about it for a while before shaking his head lightly with his lips quirked to the side into a lopsided smile. "Nah, not really."

"Then quit distracting me. I'm trying to focus." she tried to sound as serious as possible so that he would leave her alone for at least another half an hour ergo she could revise, because she reckoned it was compensation for the last couple of weeks that they spent partying instead of studying.

"Come on, babe," Marshall tried again. "Studying's boring. I'll buy a car for you."

"And where're you gonna get the money for that, huh?" Marceline retorted, a smirk creeping up on her face.

"That's...a fair point," he sighed in defeat, realizing that he hadn't held a proper job to live by in a long time and didn't have a lot of cash in his hands right now. "Being immortal kinda sucks."

She had to disagree with him on that when she turned around to face him. "No, it doesn't."

His eyes locked with hers, his smile faltering when he reflected on all those years that he'd lived through, some of which were more...painful than the others. "You don't know anything."

"Yeah, I do. Being immortal means getting to see the world, meeting new people, doing things you've never done before..." Marceline rambled on all the perks of unending existence.

Marshall looked away, letting out a plaintive sigh. "It's not all that great."

She raised a quizzical eyebrow at the vampire sitting on her bed and questioned their discord on the subject at hand. "What do you mean? How bad can it be? I mean, come on."

"Marceline, I..." he ran his fingers through his hair, hesitating on what he had to say next and looked up at her. "Can I ask you something?"

Marceline's ears perked up to listen to what he had to say, because when he called her fully by her name, it had to be important. "Yeah?"