The Shirt
I’ve always loved the sound of rain. It made me feel calm; which meant that I didn’t have to stress about being over-filled with being princess, or looking after the candy citizens 24/7, or doing something that had to do with science. I could just enjoy myself by relaxing in my room.
Peppermint Butler brought me some hot chocolate while I was just reading. I just kept listening to the sound of rain hitting the roof, seeing the drops drip down the window. I wanted to watch the rain fall, so I shut my book and pulled up a chair and sat in front of the window with her mug of hot chocolate and a blanket over me to keep myself warm.
I saw how all the little drops of rain made puddles on the ground, big puddles, little puddles, all kinds of sizes. I saw how the whole sky was just covered by rain clouds, I also heard how far away the thunder and lightning were. I loved to sit and watch the rain, though I did feel a bit lonely. Everytime it would be a rainy day, Marcy would always come over and watch it with me, and we’d hang out together in my room.
But I didn’t care that much, I really hadn't after what Marceline did to me. But I remembered that I still had Marceline’s shirt. So I got up from my chair and went over to my wardrobe to grab it. It was still folded up and at the bottom of all her clothes, just like I left it.
I grabbed it and held it right in front of me. Looking at the detailed designs on it, seeing how the tag on the inside said “M’s T. DO NOT TOUCH!” and that made me chuckle a bit. “Hmm, maybe I should give this back to her,” I thought. But I didn’t actually know whether to do so or not. This was practically a memory, but a memory by my ex. Did I want to keep it? Did I want to just throw it out? Or just properly return it after all these years? The question became a mystery... right before I just decided to keep it. Yeah sure I didn’t really like Marceline anymore but that didn’t mean I didn’t like her at all.
I kept holding the shirt in front of me, until I thought of putting it on. So I took off her other shirt, and put on Marceline’s shirt. It felt so comfortable on my skin; I had forgotten how much I loved her shirt. Is this a bad idea? I asked herself in her head, but I just nodded no and went back over to my chair and continued to watch the rain.
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I had gotten comfy in my bed and started to read my book again, the rain was pouring down hard as it was before. I enjoyed hearing the sound of rain while reading, it soothed me.
I yawned a few times before finally shutting off my book light and placing my bookmark in my book so I wouldn’t lose my place in where I was reading. I placed my book on my nightstand and started to close my eyes, but smelled a bit of Marcy’s scent near me all of a sudden. I was confused why; I obviously knew that Marcy didn’t come by anymore. But figured out it was actually the shirt.
Of course. The shirt. Of course it smelled like Marcy. And I didn’t like it one bit, or at least I thought I didn’t like it. Until I grabbed the neck part of it and started to sniff it. “It still smells like her...” and after I figured that out, I continued sniffing her scent. I couldn’t seem to stop, I’ve always loved Marcy’s scent, there was always something about it I loved, but didn’t know what.
Maybe it was because I’ve been around it so much before in the past, or I just loved the smell of her scent in general. I didn’t know, but I knew that I couldn’t stop sniffing her shirt. It was hard to stop. I thought of why I kept sniffing it. I remembered that I had finally first spoken to Marcy after a very long time when she, Finn, and Jake were standing outside one of the room’s I was in..
And when that weird creature stole the shirt, and Marceline came along with me, Finn and Jake just because she wanted to hang out with them, and he didn’t really steal anything of Marceline's. But the way she actually wanted to hang out with the three of us–mainly me, it did seem like a development, but I still wasn’t sure if I really wanted to become friends with Marceline again. But I thought about it, I really did.
Finally, I stopped sniffing the shirt, and realized that I had also been blushing this entire time. “Oh no,” I told myself. I didn’t want to develop a crush on her again. So I just denied those feelings and drifted off to a deep sleep with the sound of the rain still in the background.