Roomies
Chapter 2
Getting Settled
Disclaimer: I do not own Adventure Time with Fionna and Cake. No copyright intended. I however own the story line, because I made that all up with my brain.
Inside Marshall's house is the living room and then off to the left is the kitchen and in the middle is the archway leading into Marshall's room. His room is huge it's like the size of a 1/4th of a studio apartment. And to the far right of his room is the bathroom. There is the door of course and to the right is the sink and then the toilet, and in the left corner is the tub/shower, and on the right is another door that I had no idea existed. How is it that Marshall has all these extra rooms in his house that I had no clue of? I mean I have known him for 5 years after all. But then again it's not like I snoop through his house, 1 it would be creepy and 2 I'd feel weird going through his stuff. Not that I'd ever invade in his stuff, because I wouldn't. He opens the door that's in the bathroom and opens up to a room that has light blue on the walls, and a queen-size canopy bed with a black and blue comforter and bed spread, in the middle of the room, by the window.
A white dresser in the far left corner backed up against the wall, by the window. And a vanity on the right upper corner of the room. And diagonally is my walk-in closet, I've always wanted a walk-in closet, it would be fun to mess it up. So the only way to get into my room is through the bathroom and through Marshall's room. Well, this should be interesting. Marshall set my trunk down on the carpet.
"Wow, Marsh this is soooo algebraic! I didn't even know about this room." I said looking around.
"Yeah, well I did my best to clean it up for you." He said.
"You clean?" I ask sarcastically crossing my arms over my chest raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, Fi believe it or not but I clean." He said mimicking me, I pout in irritation.
He laughs, "Need any help getting settled?" he asked coming to me.
"No, I'm good." I said fighting my blush, he is just so dang close to me, making it awkward.
"Alright, I'll be in the living room if you need anything." He said smirking down on me and left.
I sigh after he's gone and dump all my clothes on my bedroom floor, I fold my clothes that don't go in the closet and hang up the ones that do. I put my trunk with girl accessories like hair products including headnands, etc... and other girl neccisites, in the closet on the floor. I grew out of my bunny hat, I wear a bunny headband now.
I walk in the living room and find Marshall splayed on the couch strumming on his axe bass. I smile at him and surprise him with a hug. I sat down on his lap and hugged him quickly, his axe bass pressing on my stomach.
"Thanks, for letting me stay here." I whispered in his ear. He hugged me back, I winced a little. He let me go.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing, it's just that your axe bass is, well was pressing into my stomach." I said sitting up.
"Oh." He said.
"So what were you working on anyway?" I asked, cocking my head in curiosity letting my hair fall.
I blow it out of the way, making it worse. Marshall laughs at my hair dilemma. I shove his arm playfully. He put his axe bass down then sits up and hugs me and pulls me down to him.
I laugh, "Marsh, let me up." I say trying to push myself up, putting my hand on his chest and pushing myself up but get knocked down by his arms having an iron-grip on me.
I giggle even harder, "Marsh, c'mon let me up." I said craning my neck a little to see him looking down on me with a smirk.
"No way, your my cuddle bunny." He said.
"Marsh, please." I said giving up on trying to escape, resting my head on his chest, my fingers playing with a stray piece of thread coming off his shirt on his collar.
He chuckled, but didn't give. Damn it. I sighed "Fine, I surrender." I said.
"I knew you couldn't resist my charm and striking good looks." He said in that flirty voice of his.
"Yeah, okay." I said sarcastic, rolling my eyes.
He chuckles again, "So you never answered my question." I said after a moment's silence.
He played with my hair and asked, "What question?"
I move to where my elbows are crossed on his chest and I rest my chin on my arms, and look at him.
"What were you working on, with your bass?" I ask.
"Oh, nothing really. Just strumming something random." He said.
"Well, dosen't your random strumming's turn out to be some of your best songs?" I ask.
He chuckles and says "Yeah, I guess they do." He said.
I got back into the position I was in before, "So what do you wanna do, Marsh?" I ask.
He shrugs "Don't know. Movie?" he asks.
"Um sure." I say, I get off him and he gets the movie.
"What are we watching?" I ask coming back from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn for me and Marshall to share but I also got him red foods if he doesn't want the popcorn.
"Um, Mama." He said.
"Never herd of it." I said, he smirks.
"What?" I ask plopping down on the couch, he takes a handful of popcorn and shoves it in his mouth I roll my eyes.
"Nothin'?" He says in between chews.
I sit on my side of the couch with my legs up, I run a hand through my hair, and then I gather it all and comb through it with my hand and out it up in a ponytail. Then I smooth out my bangs. I never not have a hair tie on my wrist. Marshall scotches toward me and wraps and arm around my shoulders and whispers in my ear saying.
"Don't worry Fi, you can hide your face in the crook of my arm if the movie gets to intense." I look at him and see him smirking in amusement, I pout in irritation. I roll my eyes at him and turn toward the TV.
This movie so messes with your mind. Good thing it's almost over, I did end up with my arms wrapped around Marshall and burying my head in his chest and closing my eyes at the 'freaky' parts. I know Marshall thinks this is amusing I can practically hear him laugh in the silence of this room. I let myself fall asleep on him, I really don't like Mama.
