Marshall Lee was hard to understand. One minute he loved me, next minute he was hissing at me. I never really understood why I stayed by his side. Maybe it was the way he could make me laugh, or how he aways protected me. Or maybe even his hair, as that was the reason for most of the ladies in Aaa, although most feared him. I had bruises on my arms from the places he would violently grab me. He would later understand what he had done, and kissed my wrists and apoligized until I had to tell him for the hundreth time that I was fine. Then later that night, he would fly me home, with a look of holding back tears. Shame, regret, he felt it too much. And my heart just wanted to fly onto his, just to let him know he was one of the most important people in my life. But he would never understad the way I did.

I was walking home from PG's party. Although it had been fun, I was tired and in tears walking home. Prince Gumball frustrated me, the way he played with my heart. One day, I was his favorite girl, the next, he had asked Paint Brush Princess if they could dance. It hurt. Bad. I had always had this dumb crush on him. But now it seemed like more of a disapointment. And at my 18th birthday party, too. I was confused on how I should react. Be happy and understanding? Be hurt and angry? I was leaning on a mixture of both, and I kicked a tree. My foot immediatley burned and chimed with that uncomfortable heart beat feeling. I sighed. To make things better, it started to rain.

I walked to the only place that would let me in. I was too messy to go back to the treehouse, and I imagined Cake was partying and later crashing with Mono. I knocked on the door and waited only a second before the door opened.

Marshall answered the door. When he saw me, his mouth stood open, and he looked confused.

"Fi? Aren't you supposed to be living it up down at PG's place?"

"Can I just...can you love me?"

I wasn't quite sure if I had said it right. How I wanted him to hold me close and play with my hair, to tell me I was pretty, to let me know how much he cared. I had never really known too much what love meant. Of course, I saw it when Cake and Mono were together. And my best friends loved me. But not actual love, the kind where it grows and grows until you love that person so much that there isn't a word in the whole world to describe how you feel.

I was in the shower, washing my hair and cleaning off all the dirt. I had later stepped out to slip on some of Marshall's clothes, which were old and soft, and smelled like him. I awkwardly entered the room where he was playing video games. I took a seat next to him on the floor, and set my head on his shoulder.

"Tell what he did." said Marshall.

"Nothing, its dumb. Can we not talk about it?" I replied.

"Its obviously bothering you if you walked 5 miles in the rain from your own birthday party. Tell me."

"You wouldn't understand."

"Tell me."

It took about 5 minutes of tensioned silence before I spoke up.

"Just when the last dance, the slow dance came on, PG asked Paint Brush Princess instead of me. And when she said yes, he smiled to me and whispered in my ear, "I think I'm in love!"."

I saw Marshall's eyes glimmer red for a second. He was mad at Gumball, as usual. Neitheir of us knew what to say.

"He's an idiot. He never notices how much you pry on him and how much useless time you spend trying to get him to notice you. And when you admit your feelings he takes them in such a neutral way, and makes it harder for you. And all you want to do is say how much you really do love him but the words never sound right or come out."

He sighed and turned his face away from me.

"You are the prettiest girl ever, even if some jerk doesn't notice it."

He seemed sad. More hurt than me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in closer. He sighed and wrapped his arms around my waist.

That night, we spent it in his bed, cuddling. My heart was sore, like it was too happy to function. I was confused.

"You love PG, girl! Get over Marshall, he totally has no interest in you! Hes just doing this because he feels bad." I thought.

I could feel him rub my back and hum and song from years back. It felt warm. Marshall was actually lying on his bed. Marshall's bed was soft and warm, and comfortable. I figured the person who owned it before him broke it in. Marshall's warm hands eventually hypnotised me into a deep sleep.