Okay Marshall. You've done this before. Just take the blade, and…

There was a knock at the door.

"Shit…" Marshall's hands fumbled as he hid the blade underneath one of the cushions of his red sofa. He scrambled to get to his feet, pulling the sleeves of his grey and red plaid flannel to cover his wrists.

"Uhh…One second!"

He fixed his messy hair a bit, then floated towards the door, opening it to whoever was knocking.

It was Fionna.

Great. Just who I wanted to see right now. Ugh.

Marshall awkwardly cleared his throat, "Oh uh…Hey Fi. Whats up?"

Fionna grinned at the vampire. Marshall had always admired her grin. He thought it was cute, the way she had that small gap in between her two front teeth, the way her lips spread, forming a perfect smile. He couldn't help but grin back at her sometimes.

Unfortunately, today was not one of those times.

Fionna spoke up, her voice was calm, and she spoke coolly, "Nothin much. Cake was being donk so I thought I'd hang out with you…I mean, if that's cool…"
The vampire king nervously glanced back at the sofa, which was hiding the small exact-o-knife blade. He let out a barely noticeable sigh, then turned back to Fionna.

"Um…" No. Go home Fi. Im doin shit and I don't want you to be here… I don't want you to see me like this…"Yeah sure, get your blonde butt in here."
Marshall did his best to flash a fake grin at the girl, and motioned her inside.

She smiled at him again, stepped inside, and play-punched his shoulder, "Thanks dude."

As she entered his home, she removed her bunny hat (the one she loved so much, though Marshall never understood why. It was old and dirty and looked like she stole it from some dump from the Nightosphere) letting her honey gold hair billow down to her waist in soft, wavy curls.

For some reason, whenever she did this, his heart skipped a beat or two.

Now, Fionna was his best friend. The only person he really, truly cared about. But that didn't stop him from thinking she was completely and utterly beautiful.

He'd always thought that, from the moment he saw her at that party LSP threw. He never understood why she wasn't happy with her body, or her appearance. She was beautiful no doubt. From the way her hair fell down to her waist, the way her lips were the most amazing shade of blush and how they formed the perfect kiss, and how her eyes were just a brilliant blue/crystal color. In his eyes, he thought she was perfect. In her eyes... not so much. He wasn't going to lie to himself, he did have feelings for her. But he tried his best to keep them hidden, just in case she didn't feel the same way. It wasn't like some big thing. It was a mutual feeling. He'd probably get over it sooner or later.

"Oh and by the way, my butt is not blonde." She smirked, letting out a small chuckle.

Marshall gave a genuine grin now, chuckling along with her, "Pssh. You know what i meant," He rolled his eyes at her, and she giggled.

her smirk slowly began to spread into a smile, "I know. I was just kidding." Fionna sighed, tossing her bunny hat onto the sofa. Marshall watched as it landed on the armrest.

wow. what a great idea to hide a blade underneath the same couch cushion that Fionna threw her hat on and would possibly sit on. You're so smart sometimes Marshall. Dammit.

The vampire puffed his cheeks, blowing out a breath, "Soooooo whaddya wanna do? I dont really care. We could... play video games, watch lame movies," he mutters something very softly, staring at the couch cushion, "avoid sitting on the couch..."

Marshall flicked his attention back up to Fionna, who had somehow made her way into the kitchen without him knowing. She was sitting on the counter top, eating an apple that Marshall had in his fridge. He didn't have much food. He had some junk snacks for when Fi came over, in case they wanted to watch a movie or some biz, some apples, fruit punch, milk and a half empty box of cereal, and a couple cartons of strawberries. He lived on his own, so he didn't have much of a variety.

Fionna took a bite of her apple, then spoke, the food muffling her voice a bit, "i dun rlly crr eithurr," she swallowed, "whatever you want." She shrugged, then took another bite of the apple. Marshall chuckled.

"Alright then, lame movies it is." The vampire king flashed a subtle grin at her. Fionna hopped off the counter, "math!"

Marshall rolled his eyes.
The two of them made their way into the living room again, Fionna found a spot on the floor and she sat with her legs criss-crossed, leaning against the edge of the couch. The vampire dug through some of his movies, pulling out one of the stupidest horror movies there was out there, and plopping the disc into the dvd player. He sat down next to his friend, and she leaned on him a bit.

This was normal for the two of them. Whenever they would watch movies, she would lean on his shoulder or sometimes even cuddle with him. He didn't really think much of it, and she didn't either. They were just close like that. Occasionally, he would get a small fluttery feel in his stomach. And it looked like today was one of those days...

"Oh my glob, this movie blows!" Fionna laughed, and she looked up at Marshall, who in return looked down at her, "Good choice Marshy."

He chuckled, "I said we were gonna watch a lame movie. Why not pick the worst one?"

Fionna smiled, then pretended to cry tears of joy, "Im so proud of you man." She giggled, and he smiled. Forgetting all about the blade underneath the couch cushion, and forgetting all about his plans he had for tonight.

Hanging out with Fi did that to him. When he was having a rough time and he was going to "cope", whenever Fi came, she just made it a little bit easier for him to think things through.

And being with her was the better option.