The next day Fiona woke up to light streaming through her drape-less windows. She wiped the sleep from her eyes, and jumped.
"OH MY GLOB! I CAN TELEPORT!" Fiona yelled, jumping to her feat. She shut her eyes tight, and tensed up her body. After out thirty seconds, she cracked open her eyes. "Or... Marshall Lee carried me here...Yeah I'm gonna go with the last one." She smiled, and walked over to her closet. She had her clothes all put away. She grabbed a black tank top, and light blue skinny jeans. Closing the closet, she went over to the drawer, where she grabbed a pair of underwear and a bra, and headed to the bathroom down the hall. She turned on the hot water, and waited for it to warm up, before she turned on the cold water. When she got it to the perfect temperature where the steam was still coming off of the water, but wasn't to hot, she slipped off her clothes, and stepped into the shower.
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*Fionna's POV*
I stepped into the shower and let out a sigh. It. Felt. Amazing. I soaked my head, and got my hair thoroughly soaked. I grabbed my shampoo and started lathering it. I, not surprisingly went through a lot of shampoo. But I went through more conditioner. My hair is so thick. But i love it. After I conditioned my hair, I grabbed my orange pomegranate bar of soap, and my polka-dot scrubby. I washed my body, my face. After that I just stood in the water. I grabbed a razor, and started shaving. As I shaved, I couldn't help but start singing.
"I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears. And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave. Your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone. These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too 's just too much that time cannot erase."
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*Marshall Lee POV*
"When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears. When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears. And I held your hand through all of these years. But you still have all of me." I woke up to the sweetest sound I've ever heard. I shot out of bed, trying to find the source of the sound. I found a vent, and I pressed my ear against it.
"You used to captivate me by your resonating light. Now, I'm bound by the life you left behind. Your face it haunts, my once pleasant dreams. Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me. These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real. There's just too much that time cannot erase. When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears. When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears. And I held your hand through all of these years. But you still have all of me." Fionna. It was her voice. For some reason, I had to be there when she finished. I don't know why, but I needed to be there. I ran across the hall, and opened her door. I ran down to stand at the bathroom door. Waiting for her to come out. As I waited, I listened to her finish the song.
"I've. tried. so. hard to tell myself that you're gone. But though you're still with me, I've been alone all along!
When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears. When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears. And I held your hand through all of these years. But you still have, all of me, oh, me, oh, me
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*Fionna's POV*
I finished the song. I wiped away the stray tears, that had fallen from my eyes. The unspoken reason I had really left Ooo...Was because my boyfriend of three years, F.P, had broken my heart. He messed with my heart junk! And I couldn't stand to see him with anyone else. So I decided to leave. I told my mom that I just wanted to live life now that I was single. But that was the song that I listened to the three days after he broke up with me. I turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower. I dried off, and put on my clothes. Wrapping my hair in my towel, I stepped out of my bathroom door, and ran into something. I looked up to see Marshall Lee. Standing in the middle of my house.
"MARSHALL LEE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" I screamed.
"I heard you. That was, amazing. Where did you learn how to sing like that?" I blushed, but still shook my head.
"That doesn't answer my question! Don't avoid answering it!"
"I didn't. Oh, you want to know how I got in? That's simple. You need to learn how to lock your doors." He smirked down at me. I shook my head and sighed. 'Wow. You're an idiot.' I walked into the living room, and looked at my completed chair. I took it with me, as I walked up the stairs to the loft part. I stood on the railing, and hooked the chair to the ceiling. Satisfied, I jumped down from the rail, and slid down the banister of my stairs. I landed in Marshall's arms. I blushed, and he smirked. He carried me over to the couch, and sat down with me on his lap. He grabbed the remote, and tried to turn on the T.V. Nothing. He growled, and hit the power button three more times. Still nothing. I laughed at him.
"What?"
"It's funny how you think that I hooked up the T.V in my sleep." Realization then dawned on him. He set me on the cushion of the couch. He walked over to the T.V and started hooking up my T.V. I smiled as he set down next to me.
"You get every channel ever imaginable. I hooked you up to my cable. Don't worry, it's free." he added the last part, when he saw me open my mouth to say something. I rolled my eyes, and turned on A&E, and began watching a show about rednecks and duck calls. It. Was. The. BEST. Show, ever made. We laughed until our faces turned blue. Also until our stomachs were turning and roaring with hunger. Marshall smiled.
"Do you want to go get breakfast?" He asked me.
"Sure." We got up to leave, and walked out of my loft. I locked the door, and put the key in my pocket. He started walking down the hall, when I said something.
"Aren't you going to get dressed? I think the majority of the policies are "No shirt, no shoes, no service."" I said just now realizing what he looked like. He was shirtless. And shoe-less. He was in nothing but ducky boxers. I blushed, and laughed. He looked down, and ran into his loft. I stood there for about five minutes, when he came out, hair wet, and fully dressed in tight black skinny jeans, and a red plaid shirt. I smiled as he hooked his arm with mine, and we were on our way to breakfast.
