Marshall was annoyingly floating around my head in a way that made it hard for me to reach out and punch him in the face.

Which is what I really wanted to do at the moment.

Why? Because he was being a total jerk.

He acted so immature sometimes! It was hard to believe he was older than cake, judging by the way he acted.

"It's easy!" Marshall practically whined.

You see, I invited Marshall over so I could hang out more often, I'd the feeling he really wanted to hang out with me but was too proud to ask.

Which I find beyond weird.

He had been hovering around the house for a while so I invited him over with the promise of movies.

Once he finally arrived, he had brought his bass guitar over with the intent of teaching me to play it.

Turns out I had no musical talent outside of singing.

I strummed the guitar trying to get the feel, but heard only jarring metallic sounds. Marshall groaned and grabbed the guitar from me.

He strummed the strings expertly and an edgy, nostalgic tone came out.

The hella annoying vampire smirked and handed it back to me.

I frowned and tried to replicate his hand movements but the resulting melody was nothing like his.

Marshall sighed and swooped up behind me. I flinched and balled my fist.

"What the flip man!" I shouted. "Don't do that! I might punch you next time!"

I said angrily.

"Never turn your back on a warrior, Fionna." I could almost HEAR the smirk in his voice, but I felt slightly out of breath when I heard him say my name.

I felt... Weird.

Marshall floated up again. "Wanna take a break? It's physically tiring watching you suck." Marshall yawned.

I felt my face heat up. Ugh! That hella annoying vampire was being hella annoying.

Unsurprisingly.

Then why did I feel so upset and offended?

"Yeah whatever! You been playing for decades! I only just started this... Guitar playing thing!" I said defensively.

I paused. "Anyway, its probably because I have a sucky teacher!" I smiled.

To my surprise Marshall's face went mauve slightly and he looked away.

"Touchy aren't we?" Marshall said coolly. He landed lightly on the ground and started for the kitchen.

I stared at his back. For a moment.

I carefully put down the guitar and headed to the kitchen, where Marshall was already raiding the fridge.

"Aren't you too old to be acting like a teenager?" I teased.

"Shaddup you!" Marshall said indignantly. He rummaged around in the fridge, a clunk was heard and a grapefruit fell out of the fridge and rolled over to my feet.

I sighed and handed Marshall the grapefruit.

"If your hungry eat this." I said tiredly. I realized how tired I sounded.

Probably just from having to deal with annoying pushy vampires that were so wrapped up in themselves and in their ego that they never said what they needed to say and were too dense to realize that they were loved so instead they shut their selves off from the world and sat in their little emo corner and cried and ranted.

Probably from having the strain of having to be nice to a annoying person for the most annoying reason ever!

At that moment all I wanted to do was slap Marshall. Really hard.

His stupid voice failed to reach me so I just stared angrily at his cheek,

Mentally slapping him repeatedly. He leaned forward suddenly, causing me to widen my eyes and panic slightly.

"Yo Fionna!" He shouted in my face.

"WHAT?!" I shouted back.

"Can't eat, not red you Dingus!" Marshall shouted.

I snapped my arm back, drew my sword and sliced the grapefruit in half with Marshall holding it, so he could see it was red in the inside.

Take that you hella annoying vampire!

"Who's the Dingus now?!" I shouted.

"Its still you!" He shouted.

"Why me?!" I shouted. The more I talked to him the angrier I became.

"Cause you can't play my guitar!" Marshall shouted.

I growled and ran to the living room with Marshall following me closely.

I picked up the heavy guitar and struck a fierce pose.

Marshall grinned.

I strung and strummed the strings wildly, filling the living room with horrible off key notes.

Marshall could barely move due to laughing.

I stuck my tongue out at him.

"You may laugh now but I am the best pupil you have ever had!" I declared defiantly. Marshall stopped laughing enough to retort with,

"You, Fionna are quite possibly the worst pupil I could ever have!"

My heart skipped a beat.

I pulled myself together and grinned wickedly at Marshall.

"No, because I am the ONLY pupil you've ever had!" I said.

Marshall picked up the guitar and floated over to me.

"Fair enough." He put the guitar in my arms and floated behind me.

He put his hands on my arms and moved them into position.

I felt a tingle running from my arms to my legs. Marshall pressed my hand down on the neck of the guitar.

"This is a fret." Marshall said. He had lost his jerky tone and seemed more serious.

"When you hold down these strings at this fret you change the sound." Marshall said solemnly. With his hand still over mine he strummed the strings.

The music was deeper and lower.

I laughed a little.

Marshall floated in front of me, upside down.

"So, this is the neck." Marshall pointed at the neck.

He reached inside his shirt and pulled out the grapefruit and sunk his fangs in.

I gazed in fascination as he sucked the red out.

"Those are frets." Marshall finished eating the red and pointed at the black bars running across the neck.

"And all the strings have names. Have you noticed they're all different sizes?"

Marshall asked.

Marshall pretty much told me everything about bass guitars.

He helped me understand so by the end of the day I was able to proudly play a few chords.

"Well I'm bored. Can we watch a movie now?" Marshall whined.

I was still plucking the strings so I took a minute before I responded.

"Oh yeah! I'll go get Beemo!" I put the guitar down hurriedly.

"Wait, what?! I don't want to watch a movie on Beemo's tiny face!" All my irritation from earlier came flooding back.

"Well how else are we supposed to watch it?!" I asked, annoyed.

"Let's go to my place!" Marshall announced.

Time seemed to slow a little.

It's nothing special.

It's just a movie, so just nod jubilantly and try to keep from squealing like a little girl.

Which I did, semi successfully.

On the way

"Hey can you slow down?!" The hella annoying vampire was flying off in front of me.

He turned and swooped over to me and tugged on one of my bunny ears.

Marshall turned over midair and paused in front of my face.

His hair, being slightly long, fell in front of his face.

He blew his hair back and blinked seductively.

I flushed and averted my eyes.

"You need a haircut." I mumbled. Marshall laughed.

"Oh Rawly?" Marshall drawled.

He flew behind me and looped his arms through mine and tugged off my hat with his teeth.

"Marshall!" I shrieked.

"Calm down, I just wanted to see your unruly hair cascade down your shoulders, in order to prove my point. If anyone needs their hair cut its definitely you." Marshall said triumphantly. I snorted.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Can I have my hat back?" I asked. Sighing, I tugged all my hair back and held it behind my head. Marshall stuck his tongue out mockingly, and licked my hat.

"Aw gross man! Don't mess up my hat! I had to skin a evil winter mage rabbit to get that hat!" I shouted.

"What's wrong with my spit?" Marshall asked, seemingly annoyed.

Annoyed? Annoyed?! What gives Marshall the right to lick my one of a kind hat?!

Hell, I should be annoyed!

But I wasn't, I actually just felt like laughing, and I sorta wanted to become a bird.

A bluebird, that way I could fly with that hella annoying vampire.

"I wish I could fly." I brushed myself off and started walking again.

"Hey I could totally carry you, Fionna." I shivered nervously at the sultry way he said my name.

"No really its fi-" Marshall scooped me up in his arms and flew up suddenly.

I screamed at the suddenness and mentally scolded myself for screaming like a frightened little school girl at the same time.

I swung my first back ready to punch his lights out but then I remembered that he was holding me in the AIR.

I looked down and the height was dizzying, I felt nauseous.

A fall from that height would probably kill me.

"Put. Me. DOWN." I said murderously.

"C'mon Fionna, I thought you wanted to fly. It's nighttime. We'll be able, to fly really high! Just humor me, okay?" Marshall asked, pleaded.

I saw how close I was to Marshall, and I looked into his eyes and softened a tiny bit.

"Fine, just gimme my hat back you jerk!" I said grumpily.

"Once we land, then I will give you your hat back, Fionna." I suppressed a giggle.

Marshall's hold on my tightened a little.

"Put your arms around my neck." Marshall instructed.

"Why?" I asked nervously.

"Cause I am going to be flying pretty fast, and I don't want to drop you." Marshall explained.

The thought of falling made me cling tightly to Marshall.

"Didn't know you were scared of heights!" Marshall exclaimed.

"I am not! I just don't want to fall!" Was that so hard to understand?

Without warning, the hella annoying vampire flew forward into the sky.

I gasped and clung on for dear life.

We whizzed through the sky, with the light of the moon shining on Marshall and making him look almost angelic.

I found it hard to speak.

I just stared at his face with my hair blowing around my face and the wind whistling in my ears.

It felt too good to be true.

Marshall caught me staring at him and laughed, gently.

Gentle laughter.

It was so surreal, and I prayed that it wasn't a dream.

I looked into Marshall's eyes and melted a tiny bit.

I melted completely.

Marshall looked like he was about to say something but then he looked away.

"Oh, there's the cave." Marshall said with a definite nervous edge.

We descended slowly.

As soon as my feet touched the ground I immediately wanted to fly again, in that hella annoying vampire's arms.

I was still holding onto Marshall, so I let go hesitantly and I kind of missed his cold arms.

Marshall coughed uncomfortably.

"Shall we enter my humble abode or what?" Marshall said.

"Right!" I said. Wait, did we have a moment? Earlier?

I stepped into the cave.

It was pitch black inside.

Marshall flicked a switch.

The inside of the cave lit up slightly, with the source being a big orange lantern hanging from the roof of the cave.

Underneath the lantern was a small, plain looking house.

It completely blew my mind that THE vampire king, and THE most hella annoying person you could ever meet had such a plain house.

My thoughts must have shown on my face.

Marshall flew next to me.

"Boring right? Eh, my house doesn't reflect me in any way, shape or form. So don't go lowering your opinion just cause I don't live in a willow tree, Fionna." I turned and grinned.

"Wasn't thinking anything of the sort! You are such a hella annoying vampire!"

Awww yes! My personal nickname for him revealed!

The look of shock on his face was delicious.

I giggled.

I put a hand over my mouth and felt my face heating up.

Marshall jumped over to me.

"Was that a GIGGLE? Miss-i-so-tough?" Marshall teased.

"It's just a giggle! You just looked so cute!" I said, giggling.

Marshall smiled again.

"Fine. Let's just get inside and watch the movie. Oh your," Marshall said, but paused with his hand in the air.

"N'ver mind! Let's go watch movies!" Marshall zoomed to the front door and opened it.

Let's go Fionna!

I entered the house.

First thing I noticed, it was pretty clean.

Second thing, there appeared to be some sort of shrine in one corner, actually more like a target.

"To the couch!" Marshall exclaimed from behind me.

"The Flip?!" I screamed.

"Is that a movie?" Marshall frowned.

"Don't pop up from behind me you hella annoying-"

"Fionna," Marshall grabbed my shoulders. I froze.

"I don't give a flip. Can we watch the movie now?" You flipping jerk.

I stomped over to the couch and sat down. I handed Marshall the DVD case when he drifted over.

The screen was bigger than Beemo's, so I hoped the movie would seem good.

Marshall tossed blankets at me.

"Your gonna get cold, cause I have no heating system." He said matter-of-factly.

I had in fact been freezing the moment I left the house so I heartily welcomed the blankets and wrapped them around me after taking the snacks out of my backpack.

He read the title of the movie dramatically and put it in. He sat next to me and began playing with my hair. My hair...

"Dude, my hat!" I complained.

Marshall got up suddenly and pulled my hair back, hands touching my face and fishing in his back pocket he put my hat back down on my head.

He kept his hand on my cheek, chilling it slightly.

I flushed and leaned into his hand the tiniest bit.

He pulled his arm back hesitantly, looking shy.

OH MY FLIPPING GLOB HE LIKED ME.

YES.

I smiled and leaned forward slightly and the movie started.

Flip. Marshall got up and turned off the lights. The movie was pretty good. It was a horror movie that Cake picked out specially for the occasion.

Soon there was gory and bloody parts that made me want to hurl.

But when I looked over at Marshall he seemed positively enthralled.

He is a vampire. Marshall looked pretty zoned in though.

I curled up a little.

"Hey, Marshall." I said quietly.

"What? I'm trying to watch the movie!" Marshall complained.

I took the TV remote and paused the movie.

"What is it?" He asked impatiently.

I kissed him full on the lips.

I brought my face back.

There was a long silence.

Was I wrong? Didn't he like me? I thought I saw the signs!

My vision blurred. I was such a colossal idiot. I bit my lip and sat up.

Marshall was staring at me without expression.

"Marshall i-" broke off in mid sentence because the Marshall in question had tackled me so I was lying on my back.

He sat over me.

"Wha-what?" I asked in confusion.

Marshall leaned in and kissed me,

He put his arms around and pulled me in for the kiss.

I brought my arms to his shoulders and pulled him in for a deep kiss.

As we kissed he slowly moved his cold hand up my shirt and under the back of my bra.

I gasped in surprise.

Marshall pulled his mouth of mine and stared into my eyes.

I was delirious, no, drunk on his kisses.

No words needed to be spoken.

He asked a question, I answered by pulling of my shirt and unbuttoning his.

He had removed my bra and was tugging off my skirt.

Marshall kissed me and said softly,

"I love you, Fionna."

I pulled off his pants and whispered,

"I love you too, Marshall."

The next morning.

Fionna got off the couch and picked out underwear and a red and black shirt.

She walked upstairs and wandered in the hall for a minute before locating the bathroom.

She stepped in and saw herself in the mirror.

Flushed face and cheeks,

Bright eyes, Fionna felt radiant.

She had lost her virginity to the man she loved.

She smiled.