my Day with Marshall Lee short story

I opened the window and there he was. As tall and long as ever; Marshall Lee.

M: Sup
D: Nothin much.
M: La-ame!
D: You dont say?
D: So why arent you hanging with your ghost buddies?
M: Thought I should check on my second option. *wink*

I slammed the window shut. He tapped his finger on the glass indicating to open it. I opened the window.

D: What?

Marshall just grinned. I slammed the window shut.

When I finally sat down by a windowless room, something felt strange. As I pulled out my iPod, the song list scrolled up and down without me touching anything! I gasped but then analyzed the situation. I carefully located what direction the scroll was going in and sent a straight up uppercut through the air, piercing sound. Something, or someone, made a loud groan.

M: Ow!!! My cheekmeat!!!

I laughed and generously gave a second blow.

M: OW!!! Alright, alright! Chill girl!

Marshall Lee appeared.

M: Dang Dahlia, how did you know?
D: Do you really take me for an idiot, Marshall?
I started to stand up.
M: Hey!-- Wait girl, where you going? I just got here.
D: And now youre leaving.
I opened the window as he backed away.
M: Mmhmm. I aint goin out there. Theyre lookin for me.
D: What? Who?
M: Candy Kingdom and that Gumwad.

I groaned and looked out the window for myself. Unless he was lying, I didn't see anything. Except for a small yellow glow coming from across the hill.

M: So make like a shirt, and close-it [closet].
I groaned and slammed the window shut.
D: Why did you come here??
M: Last place they'd suspect.

Marshall floated in the air as if he was on a hammock. His care-free nature indicated no threat whatsoever.

D: Okay well I'm going to straighten things out with Gumball. Bye.
I walked to the next room.
M: Hey hey hey! What? You're just gonna leave me in your tree house? All alone...

He smirked.

M: What if I throw some Nightosphere party with all my friends?? And your precious home will be gone? What then?

I paused for a moment thinking of the most obnoxious thing I could say.

D: I trust you.
M: Alright alright!!
I obviously was going against his plan.
D: What?
M: No one is coming to look for me.
He hung his head low as if to ever look guilty---he never was though.
D: Whatre you talking about??
M: Gumball is not mad at me. I just came here to....(mumble)
D: To what...? Stop mumbling.
M: hanghmmmhm
D: Speak UP Marshall!!!!
M: TO HANG OUT WITH YOU!!

There was an akward silence as he floated there calm as ever tuning his bass, while I turned red-er than his shirt.

I don't know what was so funny, but simultaneously, we both started cracking up.