Hey guys! I wrote this last night during a thunderstorm. Review or deal with Me-mow's wrath! Enjoy!

…!W~V~W!...

I like watching Finn grow up. It's kind of refreshing to watch something not stay the same. Finn is seventeen now, the same biological age as me. Now the last human is sitting on my couch. I smirked at what Bonnie would say right now and dug my hand into our red popcorn.

Finn twitched as a character got killed off on heat Signature Two. I turned invisible and floated to the ceiling without him noticing. This should be good. Finn turned his head towards where I was and a look a panic crossed his face.

"Marcy?" I floated down and pinched his neck. He shrieked like a girl.

"I'm right here, weenie" I laughed.

"Not cool man," he said crossly, but I could see the relief on his face. I started to laugh again but thunder shook the house. My happiness disappeared. Finn looked out the window. "It's a knife storm. Looks like no adventuring anytime soon," He looked bummed.

"Let's just watch the movie," I said uneasily. The power went out and I let out a pre-mushroom war curse.

"Huh?" I ignored him.

"Yo Finn, can you get some candles? I think there's some in the closet"

"Sure Marcy," With that, he felt his way out of the room. I sank down on the couch, trying to contain the raw fear that was growing inside of me. Finn made his way back into the living room with five lit candles precariously juggled in his grip. "Found them," he said brightly. He put them down and then settled back on the couch next to me. "So what do you want t-" he was cut off by a loud crash of thunder. I started shaking uncontrollably. "Whoa Marceline, what's wrong?" he asked. An even louder crash came from outside and I let out a squeak.

"Th-thunder," I stuttered. Oh glob this is not cool. I'm the flipping vampire queen!

"Are you scared of thunder?" I hesitated then nodded. Come on Marceline, pull it together. He pulled me into a hug. "It's okay Marcy, it can't hurt you," I stiffened and then relaxed into the embrace, clutching his T-shirt. Maybe after this. The fear wouldn't go away; it just kept growing and growing. We sat there for a while, just listening to the sounds of the storm. I saw the bombs. Marcy stop, don't think about that! I stared up at the ceiling in my bedroom as the airplane engines grew louder. Mom ran into my room just as the ceiling fell in. A piece of splintered wood beam crushed her. Mom! Finn snapped me out of it and asked, "How come you're afraid of thunder?" I took a shallow breath.

"The bombs," I said quietly but with conviction. Understanding flooded his featured. He understood that the thunder sounded just like the bombs that killed his people and destroyed our world. The bombs that made Ice King go insane and my mother die. I squeezed him tighter, glad for his company. He didn't need to say anything. It just mattered that he cared.

Finn planted a kiss on my cheek. My eyes widened and I slapped him across the face. He looked shocked and I immediately regretted what I did. "Finn I'm-" I started.

He cut me off. "No I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that," He looked heartbroken. A feeling swelled around my ribs that I never experienced before. I kissed him back before I could regret it. Finn seemed taken aback but then returned the kiss. He pulled away when he ran out of air. I smirked.
"Weenie"