Recap:

Marshall Lee floats to me and wraps a gray arm around my shoulder. I smile and he smiles back. "Haha, Fionna, now what was it you forced me to change clothes for you to show me?" He asks.

I take his arm off my shoulder and intertwine it with mine and tug at it, looking at the door. "Just come outside, okay?" I ask with pleading eyes. He sighs and follows as I walk towards the door and open it. He stops and looks at me, smirking.

"Are you wearing my hood?"

Now:

I flash a warm smile and rush outside, practically dragging the ashen vampire behind me. "I would say yes..." I call out as we run through his cave. Marshall Lee floats up and carries me in his arms. "But It would suddenly make it less mine..." I finish my sentence.

We float out unto the snowy paradise. Marshall Lee sets me down onto the white blanket of snow that covers about all of Aaa. Marshall Lee looks around. "Is this what you wanted to show me, Fi?" He asks me. I nod and turn around, forming a snowball within my bare hands.

Before I know it I feel a cold splash of snow fall under my hood. "MARSHALL LEE!" I exclaim while Marshall Lee laughs at my frustration.

"Oh, come on Fionna...Fionna...Fionna...Fionna"

Everything starts to get fuzzy and vauge until I can't see a thing except white...

(Marshall Lee's Pov.)

"Fionna!" I shake her petite body. She groans and only replies with something about 'yes, suddenly and mine.'

I sigh and set her back down on the bed. She's impossible. How does Cake wake her up? I watch as she twists around until she's in a comfortable position. Glob, Fionna. I grab onto her shoulders again, shake her and call her name out in a doltish notion of waking her.

She finally wakes up at the third time of shaking her. She groans and pushes my hands away. "You suck Marshall..." I stare at her in bewilderment. She falls back, face planting her self on the bed. "Remind me to never take you outside when it's snowing...EVER."

"Sure, whatever, Fi." I reply and laugh. What the glob is she talking about?

She sits up from the bed and scratches her head. "Marsh..." She asks sleepily. She then proceeds to yawn. "What time is it...?"

I look around the room for a clock then find one sitting on her side table. It read 12:37. "I..uh..12:37.." I reply. She jumps out of the bed with a shriek.

"Why didn't you wake me up Marshall!" She rushes to her closet, getting out various pieces of clothing out. Her shirt is flopped down revealing her shoulder and her skirt is all wrinkled. Her socks are pulled all the way down in to a big anklet sock mess. I try my hardest not to stare.

"I did." I reply and she pushes me into her restroom while she gets dressed outside. With my back against the closed door I start to whistle.

"Seriously!" She calls back. I hear shuffling and a hurried slam of a drawer. I stop whistling. How am I supposed to keep my calm when there is a practically nude Fionna at least a whole door away?

I shake my head clear of any unwanted thoughts and answer. "Yup! Seven times."

"Well you didn't do a good job at it!" She calls out.

I roll my eyes. "It's not my fault your a heavy sleeper!" I mumble, only loud enough so she could only hear through the door.

"Say that again Marsh? I didn't quite catch that!" She calls back.

I groan and turn around, opening the door. There is Fionna standing before me wearing her regular clothes but her hair is down. I laugh. "Fionna,you look like one hot mess." (A/N What up iiSuperWomanii reference!)

"Yeah, well haha. Slow clap. Stop gawking and a start walking." She replies.

I laugh even harder. "Here let me get your brush..." I fly over to her side table and open one of the drawers. I finally find Fionna's brush and pass (throw) it to her. "Think fast!"

She spins around and catches it mid-air with her small fingers. "Nice throw."

"Nice catch." I answer. I float over to her bed and plop myself down, watching her force her bomb through her tangled hair. I mean actually force it. "Hey Fionna don't kill it, use it."

She stops and sends me a spine shivering glare. I only smirk, imagining what death threats she has against me this time in her pretty little head. It's funny too, seeing the girl you like struggle with a comb. You just want to brush it yourself, help her and yourself out of misery.

But it might not actually happen due to the complete stubbornness of the human girl before me.

"You know instead of just sitting there and making fun of my struggling, you can actually help by getting my hat for me." She states. I ignore her and start to throw one of her pillows in the air.

"Fionna, you are standing there clutching the comb so hard that you'd think your waiting for juice to actually come out of it. I could brush your hair better with my fingers alone. " I challenge with a smirk.

She looks up. "Is that a challenge I hear Marshall? If so, I am ever so willing to beat you in it."

I raise an eyebrow. "Oh? Feeling feisty this morning aren't you?"

"I try my best." She gives me a smile and I get up, ready to brush those tangles out like no tomorrow.

Woah...I never thought I would say that in my undead life.

"Here, just sit down." I ask and lead her to the bed, sitting her down on the edge. "And watch the magic unfold."

"Before you try ANYTHING lets lay down the bets, Marsh your first." She points at me.

"Hmm, I don't want anything too big but...if you lose your going to have to wear my clothes for a whole week. Not including your bunny hat."

She thinks about it for a moment. "Fine, deal but if you lose I'm going to make you wear PG's clothes for a whole week!"

I jump.

"And you have to dye your hair pink too, got it Marshall?" She adds with a terrifying smile.

I gulp, not knowing the consequences would be this hard. My hair! She holds her hand out and I shake it confidently. I lean down to her ear. "Prepare to look cute in my clothes, Fi." I murmur and get up watching her face turn 60 different shades of red.

Yup, still my bunny.

"Wha-whatever." She sits down on the edge of her bed, taking half of her hair in her hands and leaving mine draped over her shoulder. With gleaming eyes she starts. "Start!" She calls out and takes her comb brushing it furiously with her comb. Still, she goes no where with it.

I float over to her and click my tongue. "Oh, bunny you are clueless." I say and take her hair, splitting it in four parts. I take the first one and start brushing my hands gently through it. Yeah, shocker but even the great Marshall Lee the Vampire King takes it slow and steady, because slow and steady wins the race. Sometimes. I'm not counting on sometimes though, I'm counting on absolutely. Besides, my hair is on the line too. No way am I going to dye this 8th wonder of the world pink!

I move on to the next part of hair and before I know it I'm done. "We'll, Fionna...you just got served!" I boast and laugh mechanically. I stare at my finished work with awe. It's straight and golden, but wavy at the ends.

"Wha- YOU MONSTER! I AM NOT WEARING YOUR CLOTHES!" Fionna exclaims and stops brushing her hair. "You- you cheated! No way you could have brushed my hair so fast!" She looks at me with pleading eyes, hoping its true.

I only look her back in the eyes showing that it was anything but. "Well, Fionna when do you want to start?" I snicker at her pouting face.

This will be fun.

(Fionna's POV.)

This sucks.

Stupid bets. Who was the one who challenged him anyways?

Oh yeah, me.

Ugh, everything I am wearing right now is tight and two sizes too small. For the jeans it's tight on my legs but slightly baggy at the hips. It that even possible? The feeling of jeans is weird against the feeling of my skirt. I can move in my skirt, but I can't even move one leg infront of the other in these jeans.

I sigh and finish buttoning Marshall's red and black polo. I still can't believe I let him win. With that, I pull my hair back and tie a blue ribbon around it. Hopefully, it helps.

"Fionna! Hurry up! Prince Gumbut here is requesting we be there in five minutes! You don't want to miss Cake's arrival do you?!" Marshall calls from outside.

"I never said that! The time Cake arrives is in three hours!" Prince Gumball protests. "And it's GumBALL, like this is GumBALL'S seat."

"Haha, I just made you say balls!" Marshall cracks up.

"My word! I didn't say balls!"

"But you just did!"

I open the door and step out, ignoring the two bickering royals. "I'm done."

They pause and look at me up and down. Prince Gumball in shock while Marshall Lee in amusement. I raise an eyebrow at Marshall. He look me in the eyes and wiggles both his eyebrows back in a mock manner of saying 'Haha loser.'

"Fionna! What are you wearing? Your hair too!" Prince Gumball exclaims. The pink prince rushes over to me. "What happened to your regular clothes?"

"Marshall Lee happened." I say and glower at Marshall who is only snickering in the background.

"Aww come on bunny, you look cute." He floats over to me and inspects my hair. He picks up a strand of hair from the side I brushed. "But this part of your hair looks a little...I don't know...sloppy."

I slap his hand away and growl. "Says the one with seriously skinny jeans. It's like there's no room in there. It's tight and I can barely feel my legs. How the glob can you move in these!" I exclaim. Marshall Lee starts laughing really hard.

"These clothes are when I was still young Fionna. These aren't my size. The shirt is though. In fact I kinda like it. Maybe after this week I'll wear it, I dunno. It all depends on the person whose wearing it then..." He shrugs and flicks my forehead.

"Like I'm going to wear this shirt after this week?!" I wave my arms out drastically to prove my undying point.

"Hey, look it's not my fault women who swoon at my touch are are dying to be in this situation right now." He boasts and shakes his head in disappointment. "You are letting down so many young eager women...who are more than willing to be in YOUR position." He clicks his tongue and looks to Prince Gumball for help, as if he was suffering from all the pain and torture I have just caused him.

Prince Gumball ignores him and coughs. "If I may ask, excuse the rudeness, what exactly is going on here?"

We both look at Gumball with curiosity and confusion. Then there was a beat of silence.

"She started it!"

"He came up with the stupid bet!"

We both call out in explanation at the exact same time. I turn to look at him with a growl but he only smirks.

Another beat of silence.

"I was just living up to my title!"

"She threatened me to wearing your clothes and dying my ,already perfect, hair PINK!"

"Stop saying it like that! It isn't really that bad!"

"Like you've dyed your hair before!"

"Oh, what? You have? Besides, it wasn't going to be permanent!"

"Lies! I wouldn't have stepped out of my house for a week! Do you want me to starve Fionna? Hidden away in the dark unknown abyss with my horrible pink hair?"

"Pink isn't that bad!" Prince Gumaball tries to interrupt but to only be interrupted of his interruption by Fionna.

"Well poor you! Poor Marshall Lee the Vampire King with his poor pink unperfected hair!"

"Thank you! Thank you FINALLY for understanding!"

"Look! Having pink hair isn't that bad!" Prince Gumball only fails at his explanation to kill these two's fued. Forget I ever asked, he thinks.

"Do you want me to bring you some soup or something for your poor pink hair? You hair must be the world's MOST important problem right now! Maybe I should hold a fundraiser right here in the candy kingdom for your poor sick hair! It truly is a problem that the whole kingdom just needs to help with!"

Another wave of silence.

Suddenly a door creaks open.

I turn around at the noise wondering who it is. I ready my stance for any unwanted visitors...well, other than the vampire before me. Marshall Lee does the same and becomes more tense.

"What is all this yakking about? I thought there would be much more love when I came home from my vacation, but nooo there had too be complaints about pink hair coming from my own house! Hon! ALL of Aaa heard you two screaming!" Cake walks in with two huge suitcases in hand and a concerned look on her face.

"Cake?!"

Well hey everyone! Sorry for the long update1 Just got hooked on another anime, anyone watch any InuYasha? Anyone? *crickets sound in the background* I guess not. Well I always try to have some sort of humor in my stories and I love that some of you all notice it and appreciate it. I love all of the reviews guys I am seriously so happy about all the amazing feed back!

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