I'm sorry for short stories, I really suck at this. Thanks and enjoy. If you hadn't noticed before, I ship a lot of crack pairings. Review to continue~ Thanks guys~

Pairing: Marcelee(my OTP FOR LIFE)

1997

11 year old Marceline ran laughing down the street, looking behind her every so often. Chasing her was her best friend, Marshall Lee, who was running out of breath and was about to give up when she stopped, looking back at him.

"Marshy… Hurry up!" She giggled and Marshall huffed, running a hand through his black hair. He was older than Marceline by 2 years and taller by 4 inches. His silver eyes shimmered in the light, making Marcy's heart beat faster. "Well? Come on, I want to show you something!"

Marshall took in a breath of air. 'I can't, you run too fast!" Marceline smiled with a smug glimmer in her eyes.

"You want me to carry you?" The girl asked and Marshall could see she was completely serious. "Um, no, Mars, I can do it I guess…. Just tired" He said, giving a tired smile. Marceline's brow crinkled in a worried manner. 'Let's… Go then"

"No, Marcy, I'm fine, I ca-"

"No! You're tired, you should….," Marceline yawned. "You should go home" Marshall looked surprised and stepped toward her. 'Mar… Are you okay?"

The shorter girl smiled sleepily. "Yes…. I suppose… Carry me home Marshmallow?" Marshall blushed. 'Yeah, C'mere" He crouched and she climbed upon his back, leaning her head toward his shoulder.

Marshall lifted her up, his arms under her skinny legs. She laid her head on his shoulder and her eyes closed. "Thanks Marshall…." She whispered quietly. Marshall begins to carry her down the muddy street.

They go and go and go and then he reaches her house. "Are we there?" Her soft voice startles him. "Um, yes, Marceline, we're here" Marceline smiles. "Your accent is pretty" She says. Marshall has a Michigan accent and he doesn't see how it's pretty.

Marceline slides off his back and he stops her. "Don' do that. You might fall" He lets her down gently and she steps a little side ways. He catches her and leads her up the stairs, knocking on her door. Maddie, her mother, answers. "Oh Marshall! I see you've brought Marcy! Thank you dear" She smiles at the teen and takes her daughter in her arms, going inside and closing the door.

Marshall stands there for a few seconds and finally jumps off the porch, into the mud. His jeans splatter and he walks down the street, all the while thinking about how arm it was when Marceline Abadeer was pressed against him.