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I can't decide if it's a choice,

Getting swept away

I hear the sound of my own voice

Asking you to stay

And all we are is skin and bones,

Trained to get along

Forever going with the flow -

But you're friction.

How Fionna had gotten involved with Flame Prince, she hardly knew. They went out a few times, but they were never officially going out. And just as soon as it had begun, it ended. If you asked her why, she couldn't tell you. Neither could he. But both knew it was right to end it; they were never truly in love.

Why was it then, that Fionna sat at home that night, crying softly (as much as she hated to admit it)? Cake had been gone for the past several days, taking care of those kittens, so she didn't even know of Fionna's relationship woes. It was like a punch to the human's stomach every time she thought of Cake's family – where she had failed, her sister had more than succeeded. Cake had a family; Fionna had no one (romantically-speaking).

"Fionna! Oh my Glob, I just had a break through! Y'know that song that I've been working on? I finally figured it out! It – Fionna?" that stupid, damned vampire came through her window. It just so happened that the night he figured out the most perfect song he'd ever written was the same night Fionna's first relationship ever had ended.

"Go away," she was turned away from him, lying on her bed. Her voice sounded angry, but he could hear the sadness behind it. Nothing could fool vampire ears. He didn't know what was going on, but he did know that Fionna was never sad. She hardly ever cried, or even frowned. Every time he saw her, she was laughing, smiling; when he burst into her home via the window that night, he'd expected to interrupt her sleep, not some break-down.

"Hey, you okay?" his voice softened, floating into the room. As much as Marshall hated to admit it, he had a soft spot for the girl. It bothered him on those few occasions when she was sad.

"I'm fine," Fionna said, unconvincingly, sitting up and turning towards him, sniffing and wiping the tears off her face, blinking back any other tears that threatened to spill over. She was the fearless heroine of Aaa, damn it! Why should she be crying just because some stupid guy had decided they should stop seeing one another? "Hic!" her throat caught and she covered her mouth as the tears began again.

"Dude, you are so not okay," Marshall informed her, sitting next to her on the bed. "I'm not blind; I can see that you're crying. So why don't you make things easier on yourself and just tell me? You know I'm just going to get it out of you anyway, so let's skip the arguing – you're hardly up for it anyway - and you just tell me how you're feeling."

Fionna looked at him trying so hard to hold back those damn tears, but they just kept falling down her cheeks, and before she knew it, she was hugging Marshall Lee, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her shoulders shaking from crying so hard. And she was pouring her heart out, telling him all about Flame Prince.

" - A-and, I mean, I never thought I'd care about what a guy thinks about me," she finished, "But I thought he liked me, y'know? It felt nice... Oh Glob, I'm so stupid!" she cried out, the tears starting anew.

"Shhhhhh," Marshall Lee said softly, rubbing circles gently on her back. "He obviously doesn't deserve you. Look, for a human, you're pretty amazing. You're not afraid of anything, and you protect Aaa – you're fearless and willing to take on anything. He'd be lucky to have you. It's his loss, really."

Fionna sniffed, hugging the vampire tighter, and mumbled something into his shirt.

"What was that?"

She pulled back a little. "Don't leave," she heard herself saying, "Please stay, at least for a little bit. When you're not busy being a jerk, you're actually pretty good at making me feel better..."

Marshall chuckled. "Sure," he said, pushing her hair away from her face so that the tears wouldn't make it matted and sticky, "Whatever you want, Fi."

Fionna felt her face flush a little through the tears that were slowing down. She wasn't sure if she was playing right into his hand or if she was actually in control of her feelings, but she didn't care. He was making her feel better, and that was all that mattered. She pressed her face against his chest once again, feeling herself beginning to drift off to sleep. Crying took more out of you than fighting a three-headed octopus monster – which she'd done, quite successfully! But now, her body was exhausted.

As her brain shifted into dream-mode, Fionna mentally thanked the universe for letting Marshall Lee find her in her time of need. They were best friends – of course he'd understand her. And he'd had his heart broken before – despite his denial, she'd seen his memories - so of course he'd know what to say. But this made everything more difficult for her, since he was the one who she really loved. She knew it wouldn't work out – it was wrong-er than being with Flame Prince – but even though she knew just how dangerous and wrong it was, it felt so right, curled up in her bed with her head resting on his chest, even with the tears dried on her face.

Humans and vampires were not supposed to get along. One was supposed to be food for the other, like a mouse was to a cat. But being the only human left, Fionna defied nature; she unintentionally fell for the self-proclaimed vampire king – and she knew that loving him was wrong, but when was love ever right?