Alright guys here's another chapter. I know that in the previous chapter, I mentioned someone name Yuta. Sorry that was a typo. It was supposed to be Finn but like I mentioned that I had to rewrite what I didn't save, I totally forgot to change it. Really sorry guys. Please enjoy this chapter and thanks a million for those who added this story to their favourites and also reviewed and my saving graces InaereiShadowsong and Amysmash :3 Be sure to check their stories two I LOVE LOVE LOVE them ! They're AWESOME writers :D
Fionna completely froze in her seat, speechless and confused, as Marshall continued. " As I've been introduced, I'm a singer and actor. I've recently been offered the main lead in a romance series and I'm supposed to portray a man in love but seeing that I'm clearly not in reality, I need to experience the feeling of being in love so I can seem as in love as possble with the female lead. Plus, I have to compose the soundtracks and they're all supposed to be lovesongs, so I need a muse. " Marshall finished his explanation.
" Oh, really ? That's amazing. " BMO complimented with a gaping mouth.
" Way to go, Marshall ! " Finn praised. " Grayson, have you seen a movie before ? A lot of people go to theaters to watch stories on the big screens. " Finn mocked Grayson lighly nudging his arm, slowly ticking him off.
" I know. " Grayson gritted his teeth for emphasis but it only made Finn grin wider in amusement. As he listened to everyone's comments, Marshall turned to Fionna.
" Do you know what makes a good performance ? " He asked seriously. Fionna was confused and shook her head at his question.
" A good performance requires a bit of reality. Just like when you write a story, or write a song. The author, gets his/her inspiration from his/her experience. And that's why people are engrossed with the intensity or the way a famous author writes his books. The readers feel themselves experiencing the situation as they read the stories. It's because the author's had the experience and therefore can relay the pain, excitement or happiness. Be it through his/her song, story or performance in acting. There's a bit of reality added to the fantasy of the performance. " Marshall explained with intense eyes.
" But fantasy isn't reality. So in a situation that wouldn't happen in reality, you add in details that are realistic like the scenery or certain phrase. Only then will the viewer believe, ' Oh, this can happen to me. ' " Marshall emphasised. " I want to provide that kind of fantasy. "
Fionna nodded in deep understanding. Then she panicked on what to say next and glanced over to Jake for help, but he laughed as if telling her to go along with. " So when I act, write or perform my songs, I take great care in the realistic element. And in order to make it real, I need to know what it's like. How can someone who doesn't know how a cake tastes explain the deliciousness of a cake ? " Marshall used ' Cake 'as an example.
" Then shouldn't you be having this experience with the female lead ? " Fionna lifted an eyebrow at Marshall as everyones' attention pointed to him. Fionna did make an excellent point because if Marahall was to play this role in the show, shouldn't he get to know the female lead and get to know her so he could genuinely play the role ?
" Yeah, Fionna does have a point there. " Jake furrowed his brows in skeptism.
Marshall took a deep breath, " The female lead is Ashely. " Everyone gasped with widened eyes. " That's also part of the reason I want you to be my wife. As everyone knows, Ashley's been stalking me since we broke up and if she sees me with Fionna, she might just give up. " Marshall explained as the gang all nodded in understanding while Fionna's face distorted in confusion.
" Ashley was Marshall's girlfriend but apparently it didn't end too well. Ashley did something unforgivable, and its makes Marshall uncomfortable to talk about it to you, no offense. But it was something unreversable so its a lot of bad blood between the two. You do not want to get in between the them when their face to face. I'm telling you,if they were ever in that kind of situation, you'd best scram. " Jake explained and warned Fionna who gulped and nodded.
" That's banaynays, Uncle ! I can't marry him! " Fionna exasperated.
" Oh we're not really getting married. Its just a fake experience. " Marshall clarified.
" Still ! There's no such thing as a fake marriage. I mean you know how it goes with the whole married couple thing and what not. " Fionna exclaimed freaking out and tugging at her hair. " I mean just 'cause I'm a country bumpkin, doesn't mean you can tease me like this ! "
" You're from the country ? " BMO asked.
" Yeah. Real boonies from Dallas. " Jake concurred nonchalantly.
" Nice. I wonder if she can speak Zulu. " BMO thought out loud.
" Zulu ? " Grayson asked confused.
" Its a native language. " Finn explained. He was also sort of a country bumpkin as well so he knew more about it than the others. Grayson nodded in understanding as everyone talked about Fionna and Marshall.
" Come on, Uncle. It's not something I can handle. " Fionna pleaded with Jake who had pitiful eyes.
" I know its a lot to ask Fionna, but haven't you always gone to extreme lengths to help anyone and everyone ? " Jake tried to reason with Fionna.
" Fionna, please ? It's only for a few days ~ " Marshall bargained with Fionna as both his hand cupped her cheek, so she couldn't look away, and pointed his puppy dog gaze at her. Fionna knew she coudn't win now. She always had a soft spot for the puppy dog gaze especially when Cake or Jake used it on her.
" Mmm ... Ok fine ! Just stop with the eyes, it burns ! " Fionna cried as she bruied her face with her hands, guilt plastered all over her face. Marshall cheered and engulfed Fionna into a hug.
" Thanks Fionna ! Come on let's go home ! " Marshall announced as he swiftly picked up Fionna's duffel bag and smoothly walked out of the bar.
" But you just- I just- But you- itchu- Marhsall ! " Fionna stuttered before she scrambled after Marshall leaving the gang snickering at Fionna's innocent reaction. (The stuttering was from wizards of waverly place - Quinceanera :D) Just a few steps outside from the bar, Marshall was waiting for Fionna. " You know, if you were gonna do that, you could've warned me ! " Fionna spat as she caught her breath while Marshall smiled at her with alluring eyes. She was flusttered, and if that wasn't bad, she couldn't take her eyes off him. It was like that the first time she saw him. His sexy glance made her heart flutter.
Fionna's body froze as if Marshall shot through her. " I wouldn't let my lovely wife hold anything heavy. " Marshall calmly spoke. Fionna opened her mouth to spit a witty remark before exasperatingly letting out a sigh in surrender after figuring out what was goin' on. (Just to be clear for those who don't know, although most my readers should've already gotten the vibe, The marriage act already started. That's why Fionna didn't argue with Marshall.) " I have a suggestion for our new married life. " Marshall spoke up.
" And what's that ? " Fionna asked not really in the mood for games after what she agreed to do, life wasn't exactly gonna be fun and games. Especially with Marshall.
" I want you to call me, honey. " Marshall nonchalantly commanded.
" Yeah, no. Can't I call you something else ? Like Marsh ? That's a nickname. And that's about as close to you as I wanna get. " Fionna spat back not believing what she was hearing from the man.
" Alright. I can live with that ... for now. Besides it would enhance the experience. " Marshall negotiated with eyes that said, ' I have something up my sleeve '.
" Fine ! I'll call you whatever, but only in the house, then we can just stop this disscussion. " Fionna turned Marshall back around as they continued their journey to his house with Marshall humming one of his songs. He turned around occasionally to check up on Fionna. Marshall was an actor and he wanted to bring reality to his work. His soft hair blowing in the wind. She didn't know what kind of person Marshall was. He seemed kind but his glance was mysterious and alluring. " We're almost there. " Marshall informed.
Fionna only nodded quietly, emotionally exhausted, while her head was filled with anxiety and dread, fearing what was to come next. " And here we are. " Marshall's voice knocked Fionna out of her reverie like a tight slap to the face.
" Here ? " Fionna repeated staring in awe at the building.
" This is our lovenest Fi. " Marshall announced. They arrived at a luxury high-rise condiminium. Marshall grinned at her showing off his pearly whites. " Come on " Marshall nodded his head in the direction of the inside of the buiding for Fionna to enter.
" Kayy " For some reason, she was unable to say no to him. She felt dizzy as she followed Marshall into the condo. The elevator door closed, and Marshall drapped his arm over Fionna's shoulder. " What'ya doin' (quote from phineas and ferb) " Fionna asked at Marshall's sudden intrusion.
" Our marriage life began as soon as we stepped into this building. " Marshall replied
" You never said anything. " Fionna squirmed.
" Let's pretend I did. " Marshall said as he leaned in closer to Fionna's face closing off any personal space invading her privacy.
" Um, Marshall ... " Fionna stammered as she tried to back away from Marshall. The elevator just kept going up. She was pinned against the wall, Marshall's face right in front of hers. His close-up face was beautiful and Fionna couldn't keep her heart from quickening it's pace.
" We need some kinf of excitement in our everyday life, or our marriage will go stale, love. " Marshall said sadistically now dangerously close.
" Not this kind. " Fionna retorted still squirming under his grip. Marshall laughed gleefully at her response.
" That look on your face makes it so hard to resist, Fi. " Marshall teased with his new nickname for her. She couldn't believe he was having fun with this ! Here she was, caught in a lie of being married to each other, and there he was acting like there was nothing wrong with his behavior. The elevator stopped at the top floor. As Fionna sighed, Marshall happily stood in front of the door. " This is my place. Number 2014. Like Valentine's Day. " Marshall informed as he pulled Fionna into his pace. (I know what y'all are thinkin', this ain't a typo :3) " Why do you look so surprised ? " C'mon in. " Marshall beckoned.
Marshall unclocked the door, to the penthouse of a luxury condo. Fionna was in awe of the interior design of the building and wondered what kind of luxurious interior design would be inside as she nervously looked into the room.
" Woah ... " Was all she could manage when she saw what she did.
" Well ? What're you waiting for ? C'mon in. " Marshall said excitedly. " This is your new home now. Feel free to use it however you like. " Marshall continued with a proud smile. Fionna couldn't find her words and only stood there, eyes widened and jaw dropped all the way to the floor. " You like my place huh. " Marshall took a hunch, his big grin still plastered to his face.
" Like it ? I can't see it ! Fionna exasperated as she tried to move around the place without tripping on anything. She could see clothes tossed around the room, even the large living room looked like a tornado had run its course through here. Or even worse, a typhoon, tornado, earthquake and flood all together simultaeniously. " How could one person alone, make such a mess ?! " Fionna questioned but Marshall didn't look one bit apologetic.
" Well, I'm not good at cleaning. " Marshall said with his steel face.
" This beyond being good- ah I don't even- ah ... " Fionna exasperated, words could not express the shock she felt.
" You wanna finish any'a those sentences ? " Marshall asked with unintentional sarcasm. Fionna shot him a look as he raised his hands up in surrender. She looked around all the clothes on the floor.
" Why are there so many red plaid shirts ? " Fionna finally spoke up.
" Because I only wear red plaid and every once in a blue moon, one of my old band tees. " Marshall explained as he picked up one of his Paramore band tees and raised it to Fionna's face. " That's my rule, so remember it. A'ite, my love ? " Marshall ended.
" Fine, now get that thing outta my face, it smells like it's been dipped in sweat, left there to rot for 4 1/2 weeks and spilled on with coffee. " Fionna sniffed it a little before diagnosing, " Hazelnut " pointing to the shirt, while Marshall had his jaw dropped to the ground.
" Wow, you have got the nose of a bloodhound. " Marshall said in amazement, dropping the shirt to the floor.
" Yeah well, you get that when you grow up in a farm and have to navigate your way out of a 200 acre cornfield using just the stars and the distant smell of cow patties. " Fionna exasperated.
" Wow, impressive. " Marshall commented as Fionna examined the room. Just like Marshall said, there were many band tees and red plaids everywhere. Nothing was in place.
" Well, we gotta start somewhere. " Fionna said as she started picking up the clothes which obviously needed to be washed be washed.
" What'd you mean 'we' ? " Marshall asked a little confused at her remark.
" Like my sister always said, ' You make a mess, you clean it up. ' " Fionna quoted Cake as she handed all the clothes she picked up from the floor, " These need to be washed, so seeing that you don't clean and would most likely take to the Cleaners'. I'm gonna keep the washer running while you help me with the other junk you have layin' around, 'cause I have no idea where it's place is." Fionna commanded.
" A'ite " Marshall said happily. He was rearranging his books back into the bookshelves and setting the cups filled with coffee stains into the sink. There were so many, Fionna was surprised Marshall hadn't run out of cups yet.
" See, you can clean. " Fionna praised and he seemed to be having fun.
" Well, I like doing it when I'm being bossed around by my wife. " Marshall teased, but Fionna only rolled her eyes and continued cleaning. But after a while, Marshall got bored of cleaning.
" Hey Fionna, can you call me, baby ? " Marshall asked breaking the silence.
" Why ? " Fionna asked innocently as she stopped cleaning. Sure, she had nicknames like these for the kids back home, but they were orphans, and Marshall, just ... wasn't.
" Please ? It's important. Having secrets keeps our bond strong. " Marshall bargained which earned him a knowing chuckle from Fionna.
" Sure, baby. Now help me clean. " Fionna surrendered at Marshall's childishness and somewhat innocence. It was as if he never had anyone close to him to give him some sort of a loving family kind of feeling. But she let it go and continued to clean with Marshall having a few laughs every now and then along the way.
When Fionna was finally done, she saw that was already 9:00 P.M. In the kitchen, Marshall was pouring his hazelnut coffee. " Well, funs over and it's time for work. " Marshall said seriously. " It's time to start composing. "
" You write at the same time everyday ? " Fionna asked.
" Yup. When you're schedules' always filled up like me, you have a hard time managing your time and eveything goes haywire. " Marshall explained. That's why 9:00 P.M to 2:00 A.M is my prime writing time. "
" Oh kayy. Have fun. " Fionna sent Marshall off to his study with a smile. After seeing him disappear into the room, Fionna leaned over the couch yawning. She'd done so many things today and was exhausted. Before she knew it, she was fast asleep on the couch.