Love Song (2 page)

She’d been on a break from dating for a little while. It hadn’t even been that long, really. But for her friends, who usually took their relationships fast – especially Jess – it was an eternity. She’d been questioned several times about her dating choices, and Marceline had dismissed them every time. Truthfully, she’d been on a break since her last break up because Todd had tried to hook up with her afterwards, and it threw her for a loop.

So at the moment, she was just taking it slow. And saving one English-challenged kid at a time.

2

              Crawling into the same yellow tube in the sanctuary-acclaimed jungle gym, Marceline huffed as she peered out of the same hole, her expression now riddled with annoyance instead of looming worry.

This would happen occasionally. Some of the crooks caught in the beam of her heroic light would hold a grudge for a few days, trying to land their revenge. They were never smart enough to check the playground, though. And Marceline was too unexpectedly fast to ever give them a reason to.

They always assumed that she just continued running straight to where ever she lived, which they continued to try to find. She found it funny, really, the persistence of some of them. She watched the duo of boys running straight past the park, not even stopping at its entrance this time. They were determined to catch her, and therefore couldn’t afford to stop, which worked just as well for Marceline. The weather was getting warmer and the tube’s excuse for ventilation was not doing her justice.

She groaned when the sounds of their footsteps finally faded with their growing distance. She sighed, tilting back with closed eyes until she was laying down in the length of the tube, which was just longer than her five feet and five inches. She had to bend her legs to be able to fit without being seen.

Her hand came to rest against her forehead to block the sun from burning through her eyelids as she proceeded the cautioned amount of time before leaving the tube. Though she didn’t plan on stopping her heroic efforts any time soon, this whole running for her life thing was beginning to ware on her. And she couldn’t help but wonder how long she’d be able to keep it up. But whatever. As long as she was still at that high school, she would do her part.

Feeling the absence of the sun on her face and the satisfactory amount of time that had passed, Marceline decided it was time to head home. She opened her eyes, peering up at the clouds above. Only … They weren’t the clouds she had expected. They were stitched into a blue fabric, which was hugging a pale, slender body. Hovering above her, was the view of a girl’s underwear, exposed under a black pleated skirt that was swaying in the subtle breeze.

It took Marceline a moment to comprehend, but when the skirt fell back against the girl’s thighs, allowing her to peer up into the big brown slanted eyes of their owner, realization took hold.

Marceline’s eyes widened as she shot up to remove herself from the obtrusive angle, banging her head against the tube with a loud thud for the second time.

“Shit!” she cried out in pain and aggravation as she gripped her forehead.

Spinning around and crawling out of the tube in a hurry, the girl standing in front of it took a step back to allow Marceline’s exit. Only to take three more back to press against the railing of the jungle gym in slight shock when Marceline continued to step forward, eyes narrowed.

“What the hell, pervert? Standing over someone when you’re wearing a –“

Marceline stopped in the middle of her sentence, having recognized the girl from the previous day. She blinked in recognition, straightening out of her menacing lean over the shorter girl.

“You’re that kid from yesterday,” she said, as if the girl didn’t know who she was.

She stood still, the girl, as she stared at Marceline. She didn’t look scared, though Marceline looked scary. But rather, patient. She was waiting for Marceline to calm down, so she could speak – so to speak.

And as Marceline waited for her to respond, the girl reached inside the breast pocket of her shirt, taking out a small piece of paper. Marceline watched as she unfolded it to present to her. She had left it folded over once, wanting Marceline to open it herself.

But Marceline simply stared at it, at a loss for what was happening. When did she even get over there?

“What is this?”

In lieu of an answer, the girl held the paper out further, waiting for Marceline to accept it. And with some reluctance, she did, eyeing the girl skeptically while doing so. Unfolding the paper, she tucked a swaying strand of her chestnut waves behind her ear as she looked down to view the page. On it, written in very neat hand writing, read,

“Thank you.”

Marceline stared, blinking blankly down at the lined paper that had been ripped from a notebook. Her brows shot up, and when she looked up to respond, the girl was already making her way down the jungle gym.

“Wh – Hey, wait!”

Almost startled by the swift and silent movements, Marceline hurried after her, jumping over the railing in a parkour manner and landing beside the girl. She spun around with a gasp, her hand raising to clench at her uniform’s shirt.

Marceline was smiling as she stood. She couldn’t help it. It was so damn cute.

Never in all her years of helping kids, did she ever receive a thank you on paper before, and while the person was right in front of her, no less. And what’s more, she hadn’t expected it. Hell, she never expected to see this girl again, let alone have her go out of her way to try and show her gratitude.

“You’re welcome,” Marceline replied with half a laugh. “So, you do speak English. Or at least write it.”

Unexpectedly, the girl laughed, nodding. Only not really. Her body language and smile suggested that she was laughing, but she remained, for the most part, silent. Marceline stared in somewhat of an awe. She half expected to get another glare for mentioning their shared language.

“So, you’re okay, then. No broken legs, I take it.”

The girl shook her head in response, tilting back and forth on the heels and balls of her feet to showcase the truth of her answer, her arms folding behind her back playfully. Marceline nodded, glancing down at her pale legs, only partially concealed by her black knee-high socks.

It was then that they both heard the sound of a group of people approaching the park. A group of girls. Marceline looked over nonchalantly while the girl’s head spun with alertness. It was the same group of girls that had picked on her the day before.

“Oh, hey. Aren’t those –“

Marceline trailed off when seeing the girl give what almost looked like a rushed bow before waving and running off to leave the park. All Marceline could do was hold out her hand and watch her run, she’d done it so fast. And after seeing her vanish from her line of sight, she couldn’t help but laugh.

Weird kid.

April 5
th

Diary,

So I helped this
kid
girl out yesterday that was being bullied. She was at the park. I was there hiding from some jocks after helping some other kid at school. But anyway. I was at the park again cause the losers were trying to catch me again today, and she was there again. And she gave me a note LOL.

Yesterday she was kind of a brat when I helped her, but she gave me a thank you note today. I swear I’ve never seen anything so cute. Like, she could have just said it. But she gives me a note, haha.

It was weird. And then the girls that were bullying her showed up and she ran off. She must have problems with them often cause she took off pretty fast … She speaks English, though.

Anyway … amusing day. Yay weekend.

At the bottom of the diary entry, Marceline had carefully taped the letter in.

3

              Walking along the sidewalk to the park the following Monday, Marceline kept an eye out. She’d been unable to stop thinking about that girl since Friday. And even more so during the school hours today. She’d thought about how she had run off on Friday. She really didn’t seem to want to be around when those girls showed up. And she couldn’t help but keep wondering if she went through that every day.

It bothered her. If not for the sole reason of someone being bullied, then for the fact that she knew it was happening and there was a chance for her to stop it. And that’s why she was on her way to the park.

And as Marceline got a little closer to the park’s perimeter, she heard her justification. The same familiar group of angry female voices. And even though the victim wasn’t making any noises in response, it was as if the silence in itself called out to her.

She suddenly found herself running, face crumpling in anger and anticipation. Her scuffed white Vans smacked hard against the concrete as she rounded the corner of the park. And sure enough, over by the swings was the familiar sight of violence, the girl balled up in a fetal position once again.

“Hey!” Marceline screamed, hand waving in the air. “Leave her alone!”

Not bothering to run all the way to the park’s entrance, Marceline leaped over the metal fence, almost tripping over herself in the process. She shouted at them again, picking up speed after stabilizing herself.

This time they heard and saw her coming, quickly gathering themselves and taking off to leave the park. Marceline continued to heckle at them until they were well on their way before skidding to a stop next to the hunched over girl. She huffed, leaning over her knees and resting her hands against them as she looked down at the cowering girl with a grimace.

“Hey,” she panted somewhat loudly, wanting the girl to look up. “Sorry I’m late. Are you alright?”

The girl’s head craned up, making Marceline wince. Her eyes were blood shot, and her face was scratched and dirtied. Tears streaked through the stains on her cheeks as she looked up to her savior with despair, her body slowly uncoiling from its protective position.

“Oh, man …
Shit
,” Marceline grimaced, squatting down to be level with the girl. “I’m sorry I didn’t get here earlier.”

The girl watched as Marceline’s hands hovered worriedly over her face. But she wasn’t frightful like she was on Thursday. This was more … awe. She was surprised, to say the least, to see her at the park again – and saving her, no less. She hadn’t thought they would meet again. She thought maybe she had just gotten lucky to run into her on Friday. But there she was, whining over her face like a mother.

“Can you stand? Can you walk? Are your legs okay?” Marceline continued to pester.

Tears dripped onto the girl’s skirt. But these were not of sadness, or of pain. Never in her life had she had someone stick up for her, no less do so repeatedly for seeming no reason. But there Marceline was. Not once, but twice. And saying that she wished she had gotten there sooner. And though she knew nothing about her, she knew enough to trust that she wouldn’t hurt her.

Her face crumpled into a sob as she lunged forward into Marceline’s chest, gripping onto the fabric of her hoodie. Marceline flinched, her body tensing as she heard and felt the soft sobs against her. Her eyes wide, hands outstretched hesitantly.

It was the completely opposite of the first time she had helped her, and from Friday’s playful mood. Needless to say it caught her off guard. But as she began hiccupping and sniffling, Marceline instinctively wrapped her arms around the girl’s back, one hand patting soothingly against the long-sleeve, white button-up of her uniform.

              “So what’s your name, anyway?” Marceline asked the girl as they walked down one of the many streets of the town.

After the girl had calmed down, Marceline had offered to walk her home after having felt bad about not getting to her sooner than she did. And now that they were walking, Marceline thought it wouldn’t be all that weird to actually have an introduction.

“Mine’s Marceline. A lot of people call me Marc, though.”

She looked up to her right at Marceline, brows arched in a curious manner, though it was Marceline who was curious. Marceline’s brows soon mimicked hers as she grew impatient for a response.

“What? I don’t even get a
name
?” Marceline half pouted.

The girl smiled, looking away. She glanced up, thoughtful in her expression before raising her hand to her mouth and gesturing outwards. Marceline’s brows furrowed as she watched the game of charades.

“What? I thought you spoke English.”

The girl nodded, repeating the gesture with more emphasis. Marceline frowned.

“I don’t get it. I just want to know your name.”

More charades.

Giving up, Marceline decided to take a crack at it.

“Okay, fine. Uh … yawn? Yawning?”

She shook her head, repeating the gesture, this time with an open and closing mouth.

“Speaking? Singing?”

The girl stopped, pointing her index finger towards Marceline in excitement.

“Your name is
singing
?”

Marceline frowned at the thought. But then again, she
was
foreign. That could have been what her name translated into. But she shook her head, her hands gesturing for her to try again.

“Sing? Music? Song?”

She smiled, nodding enthusiastically.

“
Song
?”

Another nod, smile growing.

“Oh,” she said with some indifference. “I guess that’s better than Singing. Why couldn’t you just say that?”

Song shook her head, her hand gently tapping her collarbone to signal that she couldn’t.

“What? You can’t talk, or something?” Marceline frowned. “They named you Song and you can’t
speak
?”

This time Song frowned, offended. She had already realized the irony of her name. She didn’t need to be reminded. She pouted, looking away from Marceline, who immediately responded.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just saying … I like it, though. It’s a cool name.”

Song shrugged it off, rolling her eyes before dropping them to her feet. They were beginning to enter her neighborhood, and people were beginning to stare at the odd coupling. Song didn’t want to make any eye contact with anyone, so she decided to find interest in her shoes.

“Anyway …” Marceline glanced around the neat neighborhood, taking notice to the people that were looking their way. “Those girls back there … Do they bother you every day?”

Song hesitated, but nodded. She saw no point in lying. Marceline gave a slow nod of distaste, her maroon-glossed lips thinning into a hard line.

“You got any siblings that could like, walk you home or something?”

This time it was a shake of the head.

Marceline sighed, giving another slow nod. She swore under her breath. She couldn’t allow herself to let what was going on keep happening, knowing that she was able to do something about it. She groaned, scratching the back of her head and loosening her low ponytail.

“Welp. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

Song looked up in question, unsure if she should follow or not. Had she just offered what she thought she had?

“I don’t really have a choice, do I? I’ll keep walking you home so they don’t mess with you, okay? Well – if you don’t mind, obviously.”

She looked to Song, waiting for a response of some kind, but instead just received a blank stare.

“What? Do you not want me to?”

Song immediately shook her head, her hand reaching out to grasp onto Marceline’s hoodie. Her big eyes grew larger as the threat of the offer being taken away. Marceline couldn’t help but smile at her expression. She was like a puppy. Marceline gave a nod of confirmation.

And thus the odd kindling of a friendship had begun.