When they returned home, Trina had Marshall Lee cut up some wood for daily use, and a little extra for tonight. She was going to make stake, only heating his of course.

"Marsh-ey," Trina questioned.

"What's up," he asked.

"Can you eat food that's not red?" She asked.

"It's mostly a preference, but I don't really like eating non-red." He replied.

Trina took this into account and made a tomato and red bell pepper salad. She went outside to find the fire already made. " can you grill this for me? I'm just going to heat yours a little."

"Ok," he replied.

Trina went back inside and found that the more time they spent together, the more she found herself enjoying his company. She blushed at the thought and brought out the salad and Marshall's steak.

Marshall was sitting by the fire tuning his guitar. "Trina your steak is almost ready,"

"Okie dokie," Trina replied giddily. She heated his steak quickly and they traded food. As they ate she could hear him humming.

"Are you gonna sing me a song Marshall Lee?" Trina teased.

"After dinner," he replied.

Trina meant it as a joke, but now got butterflies at the thought. Trina cleaned up and watched Marshall Lee put a few logs on through the window. She put her hair in a pony tail and did dishes. After she was done she walked outside and Marshall took out his guitar.

He played a few songs and Trina laughed. "Do you want to sing a duet with me? I have the lyrics. It's a song from before the war long before," his voice carried a note of nostalgia.

So she shrugged, "why not."

So they sung. The two sung until daybreak where they ran inside. "I'm gonna hit the sack," Marshall Lee smiled.

"Yeah, I am too," Trina agreed deliriously.

"Don't put your hair up anymore, it looks better down," Marshall informed her with a yawn.

"Tch, you're so weird. Go to bed mr two face," Trina called from her bed. She fell face first in to her pillow an passed out.

She woke up to someone poking her face.

"Staaaahp," she groaned.

"You talk in your sleep," a male voice said.

"Why are you awake? We didn't go to bed until, like, 7 am," Trina mumbled into her pillow.

"Because I'm a vampire and your stupid mumbling kept me up. Like why the hell do you make lists in your sleep? At first it was like tomorrow I'm gonna clean and this is what I gotta clean. Then you said my name a few times." Marshall Lee snickered.

"Gah get over yourself," Trina growled and threw a pillow.

"You have bad aim," he laughed, "what's with the lack of pj pants on the floor?"

"I don't wear pj pants."

"Liar," he convicted.

"They make me too hot. I can't sleep when I'm hot."

"How do you ever sleep then?" He asked her most seductively. It was then she decided to take her face out of her pillow.

"Ok you can leave now."

"Can't I stay? Please."

"Now," she almost yelled.

"A'ight but you don't get an apple with that attitude," he teased.

"It's my house!" She called after him as she closed her door. She hopped in the shower for 15 minutes or so, then got dressed and stared at herself in the mirror. "Seriously, screw Marshall. He's gone back to king of the douchebags."

"I heard that!" He reminded her.

Trina had a pony tail on her wrist and was about to put her hair up when she remembered what Marshall had said the night before and decided to keep it down.

She hit her head on the wall purposefully before leaving the room and walked into the kitchen. An apple immediately hit her face. "Thanks."

"No problem," he replied to her and, as he slurped up some apple red, he couldn't help but notice that she left her hair down.