This chapter was a little tough to write. I'm not gonna lie. I'm not completely happy with how it turned out, but I sat in front of my laptop for hours trying to figure out how to fix it. Maybe one of you guys can give me some pointers... Enjoy!

CHAPTER FOUR

Marshall's POV

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of thinking, Fionna spoke. "So… What you're saying is stop focusing on the relationship…"

"Non-existent relationship," I corrected.

"Oh, shut up, I'm thinking," she quipped, as she began to pace back and forth, arms crossed again, accentuating her large breasts and strong arms. I gulped, then looked away. This is what's going to make this so hard, I inwardly groaned. I couldn't help being attracted to her; Fionna was beautiful, probably one of the most beautiful girls I had ever met, and at the end of the day she always managed to always look really hot. Not to mention she was actually cool, and fun to hang out with, and always managed to keep things interesting. One time I actually thought about the possibility of dating her…

But that was impossible. Even if I'd have been stupid enough to go for her in the first place, she had always been obsessed with Gumwad. And then she got over him, when she started seeing Flame King. And it was good for her, for a while; he helped her get over Prince Gumball. But it just got out of hand, and they weren't good for each other anymore. But even though I knew I couldn't date her, because I just suck at relationships and I really don't need a girlfriend, I couldn't keep watching her get her heart broken.

So, my plan was to take her out, show her a good time, focus all my energies on making her happy and independent again, and make her forget about Flame. But it wasn't going to be easy… I would have to focus on the fact that she doesn't need a boyfriend, and she doesn't need to get hurt again. Being more than friends with me would totally defeat the purpose of what I was trying to do. But then, why would she want to be more than friends with me? It's not like if I ever asked her out she'd say-

"Okay!" I snapped back into reality and realized she was standing directly in front of me.

"What?" I asked, attempting to force any thoughts of dating this girl into the vault. She smiled at me, her blue eyes glittering in the pale moonlight.

"Let's do it. I'll let you help me out," she said. "I mean, you're right. I've been so busy focusing on fifty billion other things that I haven't had any me-time in ages! It'll be nice to relax and have some fun." I laughed and half-heartedly punched her on the arm; I had the sudden urge to give her a hug, but punching her was a better idea… It didn't involve having her in my arms. So, playfully punching it was.

"Alright!" I said, jumping up into the air and doing a somersault, excited that she wasn't going to fight me on this. "Awesome. Let's get started." I started floating in the direction of the perfect place to start her "rehabilitation."

"Tonight? Like, now? Right now?" She asked, running after me so she was at my side.

"Right now," I confirmed. She sped up and around so that she was walking backwards facing me.

"Right now, right now? As in, we're starting this right now at this moment in time?"

"Yup!" She stopped in her tracks, and I floated over her head as she began to argue with me.

"Marshall, it's like, almost the middle of the night!" I looked over my shoulder at her and grinned.

"Don't wanna be out past your bedtime?" She glared at me, and I knew I had her. She stalked over to me and punched my arm hard. "Ow, hahaha! Cool it, Fi, I'm kidding, you know I'm kidding!"

"Whatever, Marshall," she sniffed and matched my pace as I began moving again. "Where are we going, exactly?" I smiled again. It always was easier to smile when I was with her than anyone else.

"You'll see," I said. She sighed dramatically and began to complain.

"Aw, come ON, Marshall! Can't you at least tell me where we're going?" I looked at her, noting the wrinkle in her forehead that formed as she scrunched her eyebrows together in frustration.

"Do you trust me?" I asked, out of nowhere. I had meant to tell her no and let her bug me about it until we got there, but… "Like, do you really trust me?" The wrinkle disappeared, and she got a very calm, serious look on her face as she nodded slowly.

"Yes," she said firmly. "I trust you." I hadn't expected to get this rush of relief, but I did, and I sighed.

"Okay," I said. "Good. That's enough then." I sped up a little as we began to scale a steep hill that was overgrown with thick, scratchy bushes and weeds.

"I get your point, but I don't get why I- oof, stupid bush- why I can't just know where we're going…" I got to the top before she did, and waited for a minute. Perks of being a vampire, I don't have to deal with walking uphill; I could always just float. When she got to the top, I took her hand and helped her up.

"Here we are!" I said, pointing to a small, abandoned shack that was built around the base of a huge tree. She looked at me disparagingly.

"What? You serious?" I opened the loosely hanging door for her, and held my peace.

"After you," I said as she walked in. She glanced around, taking in the sparse, old wooden furniture and the layers of dust coating everything.

"What is this place?" She asked, wiping her finger along a dirty windowsill, drawing a line through the dust. I leaned up against the exposed tree trunk in the middle of the room, and reached up and took hold of a torch hooked to it.

"Welcome," I said as I pulled on the torch, which moved down until it clicked. It was a lever. "To the Hole in the Wall." And a literal hole in the wall appeared as a secret door slid open, revealing a hidden passage. Faint sounds of heavy music in the distance met our ears as she stared down the dark tunnel ahead in surprise, blue eyes open wide in wonder.

"Well, come on!" I said, stepping into the tunnel and holding out my hand to her. "Let's go!" And this time, she didn't argue. Instead she took my hand. Just like that, she trusted me.

And I wasn't one hundred percent sure if that was a good thing.

Okay! So, Marshall shows Fionna a secret passage leading to a mysterious place called The Hole in the Wall. Here's a little background on the Hole in the Wall...

First off, it's a club. There's a bar and grill, and a stage and dance floor. There's a band that plays there every weekend. This place is run by a family and has been in their family for hundreds of years... And Marshall has some pretty crazy connections to the family.

Our next chapter will be written from a new POV. Her name is Tilly, and she is the long-time owner of The Hole in the Wall. I hope y'all don't mind OC's, because from this point on there will be quite a few of them. I'll try not to do POV's with them too often though, and stick mainly to Fionna and Marshall, although a few will be involved in the story so much that I may use their POV's a couple of times.

READ AND REVIEW, PEOPLES! Thanks! Also, I am still going to need a good funky name for a rock band. Any ideas? Whoever's idea wins gets an OC in the story. Just saying!