Hello! Here is chapter 2 and I really have no idea how long it will go. Maybe 7 or 8 chapters? I don't know. But, here is the next part. Enjoy!


Marshall let out a laugh and looked around, "Um, I think you have the left side. I was trying to figure out where all my stuff was and I kind of invaded your space a bit. Sorry." Marshall hesitantly looked towards the blonde. He seemed pleased and walked slowly to that side of the room. Marshall let him eyes fall and cursed himself for his own issue.

The 'issue' in question, of course, was tea. Marshall is the son of the March Hare from Alice in Wonderland, so he is supposed to be mad. And for the most part, he is. But, when he was around 8 or 9 years old, his Uncle Hatter gave him a recipe for a certain kind of tea. "This tea," he told him, "will allow you to control yourself a little better." The first time he made it, the same thing that happened earlier happened. He passed out, waking up a few minutes later with a much clearer head. He could think easily and he didn't shake wildly. It gave him a chance to go to school with the other wonderlandians and his whole life changed. Now, he was sat with a very attractive blonde in his- sorry, their- dorm and just made a complete fool of himself.

"H-Hey Marshall?"

The voice brought Marshall out of his thoughts, "Yes? Is something wrong?" He stood quickly and walked to the other boy.

Gus' faced flushed as he approached and he softly said, "Well, the thing is, you're much, um, taller than I am. And, well, I can't seem to reach…" He finished with his eyes sweeping upwards toward the bureau. Following his eyes, Marshall spotted a large green trunk at the top shelf.

Marshall gave the boy a once over again and realized that, in fact, he had a good three inches on the boy. Nodding to Gus, Marshall pulled the large trunk off the shelf and laid it out on the bed. Gus' eyes lit up and he smiled broadly, and Marshall found himself loving the sight. His teeth were slightly separated, a small gap that Marshall found incredibly cute, and his blue eyes sparkled. As Gus rummaged through his trunk, Marshall settled himself on his bed sipping a cup of tea, contentedly.

Gus soon mimicked Marshall's position, and Marshall felt the eyes on him. Looking up, he met the boy's eyes. Gus looked away and Marshall could see a light pink dusting over his cheeks. Smiling to himself, Marshall asked over the rim of his teacup, "Is there something you need?"

The pink darkened to a rose color and Gus stuttered out a reply, "I'm just confused. That tea caused you to pass out earlier. Are you going to…"

"Pass out? No, I'm fine now. The tea causes me to have a stronger grip on reality. The first drink can bring on some, uhh, unpleasant side effects." He gave Gus a smile and took another drink of tea.

"So the boy I met earlier… was still you?"

"Yes and no." Marshall bit his lip as he thought of how to word his thoughts, "I'm naturally mad, but the tea has ailments to tone it down. I can think clearer, but I tend to have gaps in my memory." Marshall stood and poured another cup of tea, holding it out towards Gus. The boy looked at it questioningly and Marshall explained in a hurry, "The tea won't affect you, I promise. This is just plain black tea. My cup had special herbs in it. See?" Tilting the cup, the dark plants became evident in the bottom of the cup.

Gus gave a sigh of relief he had been holding in, and accepted the cup, "Do you have any honey?"

Marshall held up the bottle of golden liquid and watched as the blonde poured three of four tablespoons into the dark drink. Raising an eyebrow at his behavior, the rosy cheeks returned.

"I'm the child of Gretel. I love sweets."

Marshall laughed and crossed the room to Gus' bed. Sitting on the other side, he leaned over a grabbed the bottle of honey from his hands. The blonde gave a noise of protest and reached for the bottle back. Marshall scrambled away and ran to his bed. Locking eyes with Gus, Marshall poured some of the honey onto his finger. Lifting the finger to his lips, he sucked it off and smiled at the sweet taste. Gus stared at the boy for a moment before launching off his bed after the half-bunny. Before Marshall could move again, he was on his back against the mattress. With Gus leaning over top of him, and he was slowly getting closer.


Cliffy! Hahaha, I'm evil. I wanted to point something out, because this isn't the only EAH story I have on here. EAH One-Shots is my other story and it's just what the title says it is. Random one-shots that I do for you. If you liked this, you will probably like that. Anywho, I hope you guys liked it and I will see you soon. Bye!