Trina felt a shiver on her back as she walked further into the forest. She soon noticed the person she thought was walking towards her wasn't walking at all, he was floating. Trina began to pant nervously. 'Oh my glob! Is that Marshall Lee?!'
She got closer to him and glanced at him. He had shaggy black hair and pale skin. He wore jeans and a plaid shirt, along with sneakers. He seemed to carry an axe on his back. As she approached he seemed to get closer to the ground.
Trina continued to walk past him.
"Hey, you. Girl," he called, trying to get her attention. She continued to walk foreword, ignoring him almost completely. "Girly, I'm talking to you." He cooed trailing after her.
Trina walked faster and she could feel him close to her.
"Excuse me?" He growled, aggrivated.
"I'm not going to let you suck my blood!" Trina gulped as she moved faster. In the blink of an eye he was standing in front of her.
"Ok, 2 problems with that. 1- I drink red, not blood. I like the hue, not the due. 2- I'm trying to apologize for last night. I didn't mean to scare you. Trust me. There are far worse things out here for you to worry about than me."
Trina blushed, "well, isn't there metaphorical egg on my face."
"Pardon?"
"Well when there's a misunderstanding people sometimes say 'there's egg on my face.' I'm sorry for assuming," she explained, followed by a whimper. Marshall Lee was floating dangerously close to her face, upside down.
"So, what's the deal between you and Bubba?" Marshall Lee asked.
"Uhm, this would be my turn to ask- Pardon?"
"Prince Gumball," Marshall Lee stated dully.
"Nothing, none of your business. I got lost yesterday, we met and that's it." Trina rambled as he floated around her playfully.
"You're rambling! That's adorable!" He taunted.
Trina huffed, "I am not adorable."
"There is not one bad bone in your body. Words that could describe you would be: adorable and cute." He teased again.
Trina allowed a growl to escape her throat, "well it was lovely meeting you but I believe this conversation has come to an end." She raised her head and walked off.
"See you later, cutie," Marshall Lee called after her.
"I can assure you that you won't!" Trina called as she continues furiously.
The entire route home Trina could only focus on his words. 'I can be bad. How could he say something like that. I'm badass. I'm not a goody two shoes!'
It was a petty thing to be angered at, she knew. But how could he say something like that when he had never met her before. Trina continued her inner rant as she made herself a cup of tea.
Just as she put the water to boil when he herd a quick rat-tat-tat on the door. She made sure the house was clean and then opened the door.
"Uhm, hey," the pink boy in front of her smiled. He was holding something behind his back.
"Hey Prince G," Trina smiled.
"I wanted to make sure you got back ok, and I wanted to give you this." He smiled. In his hand he held a bouquet. It was a tulip, surrounded by 11 roses. Trina smiled and took them.
"Come on in, I'll make you a cup of tea," Trina smiled. "Did Fiona and cake give you directions?"
"Well, uhm, yes. Fiona was quite happy to. But I came here to talk."
"Shoot," Trina laughed. He got a flush on his cheeks
"I wanted to know if you would come live closer to my kingdom. I don't feel comfortable knowing there is a beautiful young lady, such as yourself, living so far from any security." Gumball told her sternly.
"Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine.
"Trina you're all alone here. You can't expect me to ignore that." He steamed.
"I do expect that." Trina replies stubbornly.
Prince Gumball sighed, "fine then." The two stared at the flowers on the table. After tea Gumball stood.
"Please reconsider my offer," he told her, "call me if anything," he said and left. Trina sighed and turned off the front light.
She walked past the kitchen and heard the kettle boiling. 'I swear I turned that off.'
"Hey Trina, you got any apples?" An impatient Marshall lee asked
"They're in the basket," an aggravated Trina informed him.
"You're so nice. Most girls would have thrown me out by now," Marshall smirked, "especially after making it so clear we wouldn't see each other later."
Trina waved him off. "Might as well have tea if you put the kettle on."
"Did Bubba give you these?" Marshall asked.
"Yeah ," Trina blushed.
"What a sap. Friggin tulips. " Marshall snorted.
"What do you mean," Trina asked.
"I mean- don't you get the symbolism?"
"Uhmmmm," Trina shrugged.
"Red roses represent lust. Red tulips represent unending love." He explained, "so he's saying others lust for you but he loves you. That man lives in a fairy tail world I swear. You two met what, yesterday?"
"Mhm," Trina nodded, shocked.
"He's ridiculous you don't fall in love with someone that fast," Marshall ranted.
"You don't believe in love at first sight then," Trina inferred.
"Of course not. When you're over 1000 years old you learn some things. I bet you do though, little miss angel." He scoffed.
"No, and I'm not an angel," she huffed.
He looked around the room, "I can prove it." Trina took the kettle off and went to go get the cups from the cupboard. She felt something press up against her. She could feel his breath on her neck, and she couldn't help but blush at the thoughts rushing through her mind.
"Marshall," she asked nervously.
Suddenly she heard a thud and his laughter.
"Hahahaha, I wish you could see your face. It's like a tomato!"
Trina couldn't be redder if she tried. She couldn't believe this vampire had gotten to her.
"I'll see you later Trina," Marshall called as he floated out the window. Trina decided against the tea and went to bed.
