"How can I love when I'm afraid to fall."

"Please? Please? Please?" she begged "I promise I will do anything if we watch Heat Signature."

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No"

"Maybe I can make you want to watch Heat Signature with me."

"Fionna, there is no way on earth you are going to make me watch that movie again. We've seen it like a thousand times. I know every line already. Can we plea-"

The vampire stopped talking when he saw that Fionna took out some strawberries out of her backpack, just the perfect shade of red for his stomach to start growling.

"If you watch Heat Signature with me…I'll give you these." She suggested.

Marshall really tried not to give in. He didn't want to watch Heat Signature, but he loved strawberries so much. They looked so delicious all he wanted to do was suck the red out of them.

"Okay, you win" he said, "but only because those look like the best strawberries I've ever seen."

"Thanks Marsh."

"You're welcome." He mouthed while sucking the red out of the first strawberry.

The young teens were watching the movie.

Why does she like this movie so much? Doesn't she ever get tired of watching this movie over and over again? Maybe she only watches this movie because she wants to spend time with me. Now Marshall, you're being narcissistic. Am I? I'm not sure. Am even sure what the word narcissistic means? Am using the word correctly? Marshall stop talking to yourself, it's getting creepy. No it's not. Is it?

"Marshall is something wrong?" asked Fionna.

"No, why?" asked Marshall.

"You were acting kind of weird and you didn't even notice that the movie was over." Fionna said.

Shit! She noticed that I was "talking" to myself. Act natural. Don't let her think you are weird or something creepy. What? That was really quick. I thought the movie was at least an hour. Did I just have a major daydream?

"I'm sorry. It's just that," Marshall was thinking of an excuse, "This movie is so boring that I kind of spaced out."

"You tard."

"Why am I a tard?"

"Because you are one."

"No, you are."

"No, you are."

"Okay this conversation is getting kind of boring." Marshall said.

"Yeah…want to jam out or something?" Fionna suggested.

"Sure! Let me get my axe-base!"

"I've always wondered," Fionna said while Marshall picked up the axe-base "where did you get that thing?"

"This is not a thing! It is a beautiful instrument that makes music. She needs to be treated like a lady. I got it from my mom." Marshall explained "When I was back in the Nightosphere I took it. Then I turned it into a bass."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I just pissed off and I guess I wanted to piss my mother off."

"Oh, okay." Fionna was feeling kind of nervous about the touchy subject they were on. So she just turned the recording machine on and started to play a beat. Marshall went with it.

"Hmmm… I'm going to sing about something personal…" said Marshall "Don't laugh."

"I won't" She promised

"Mommy,

Why did you leave me?

You created me

So don't you wanna see me?

Mommy,

Why did you make me?

If you're not gonna take me

To get a burger and a shakey?

My cursed blood is your cursed blood

Come on back and be my bud.

I can count your visit on my fingertips.

Come back and give me presents from your business trips.

Mommy why did you mother me

If all you wanna do is bother me?

Don't you know I love you?

When I only wanna see more of you.

Mommy, why did you eat my fries?

I bought them, and they were mine.

But you ate them, yeah you ate my fries.

And I cried, but you didn't see me cry.

Mommy,

Do you even love me?

Well I wish you'd show it,

Because I wouldn't know it.

What kind of mom eats his son's fries?

And doesn't even look him in the eyes

Mommy there were tears there.

If you saw them would you even care?"

Marshall was singing his heart out, just when Fionna stopped playing the beat.

"Wha—you messed the beat up Fionna!" he yelled.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, but I couldn't help but feel your pain." She said. "Why don't you just talk about it with your mom?"

"She never listens to me." He said, while tuning his bass. "You're lucky you don't know your real parents."

"Is that why you ran away? Because of the fry incident?"

"No, that's the reason why I stole the family axe." Marshall said "I ran away when I got turned into a vampire. I felt like I was being pushed so much that I just wanted to run away from that horrible place."

"Okay, but why don't you talk to you mom about it? I could hel—"

"Shut up you freak!" yelled Marshall, I sounded just like when he broke up with his horrible ex-girlfriend. As soon as the words came out he wanted to take them back.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to." Fionna started to sob. There were tears forming in her eyes.

"No, no, no. Don't cry. I'm sorry, it's my mother. Even when she isn't present in the room she makes me really mad. I'm not mad at you."

He went over to Fionna and carried her bridal style. He sat on the couch and hugged her. Fionna knew how sorry he was, but she didn't say anything. She liked so much being in his arms. She would pretend to cry even more, just to have an excuse to be around his arms.

"Feeling better now?" he asked

"Yes, much better." She assured him.

"Well, you should go home. Cake must be wondering where you are and I don't want her to claw my face…so get going." Marshall said "Let me walk or fly you home."

"No thanks. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself. See ya later Marshy."

She left. Marshall was all alone in his house.

What the young vampire didn't know what that Fionna was sitting outside his house. She was thinking of an excuse to not leave, but there wasn't anything she could think of. She left for her tree house, but the young vamp was deep in her heart.

Hope you guys are enjoying so far. first of all i want to say that it is 12:15 am where i live (sunday morning i guess). my mom told not to sleep late, because i'll start school on monday. i feel like a bit of a rebel so i decided to stay up late and write the next chapter for this fic. i'm really enjoying it so far. don't get used to this updating every day thing. also this fic is rated M because some stuff is going to happen later on. be patient my loves! also the song that marshall is singing is not mine. Rebecca Sugar wrote it (i believe she wrote it) and it is the original version of the fry song. i only changed daddy to mommy. i think there is a video on youtube with the original lyrics. thanks! piece out yo!

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