Omigosh I am SO sorry for the delay! My brain was on vacation! Any ways, I won't make you read all this random crap and excuse about why I was so late. Enjoy!


"How did this date of yours go Fionna? You two didn't go out and get tattoos or anything like that did you?" Bubba leaned towards me eagerly, waiting for me to spill.

"Hey, tattoos are cool! We didn't get any but I totally wish we did! He picked me up and we drove on his motorcycle! How awesome is that?"

"Motorcycle? Do you have idea how many accidents happen on those things? They aren't very safe. " He interrupted.

"Oh shush! We had helmets, I was wearing pants. It was all fine. Anyways , he took me to that 50's diner and we talked and stuff. It was no big deal, Bubba. I don't know why you don't like him so much."

"Well I-"

"I'm sorry for interrupting your little chat you two, but I don't see you Practicing your instruments." Our music teacher spoke, frowning down at us.

"I'm sorry Ms. Flowers. It won't happen again. I promise we will continue to work diligently on our instruments from now on." Bubba spoke up quickly. He hated getting into trouble.

"Good." She curtly nodded and walked stiffly away. I covered my mouth and tried not to laugh at how funny she looked. Bubba sent me a look that told me to be quiet and he continued to play his treasured flute.

I had picked guitar to learn for this semester, but it wasn't working out so well. My stubby little hands could never hit the right strings. Whenever I attempted to play a song it usually just sounded like a dying whale. Singing on the other hand, was a whole different story. Well, I don't mean to brag but when I sing I sound like an army of dying whales!

After making the entire class become deaf because of me, the bell finally saved everyone from their torture. Bubba grabbed my hand like usual and pulled me out of the class room, rushing to the lunchroom.

"Hey,what's the big hurry?" I tried not to notice the feeling of his hand around mine.

"Oh, you know, nothing really." He pulled his hand through his hair as I spotted Samantha walking towards us.

He immediately pulled his hand out of mine and waved at her. She responded with a smile and ran our way.

"Hey Bubs what's up? Are we going to sit together at lunch again?" Her voice was all sweet and high pitched. It got on my nerves.

"Oh yes, most definitely!"

"Cool! So, who is your friend here?" She glared at me and Bubba was completely oblivious.

"Oh, this is my friend Fionna."

"Nice to meet you." Her voice was sickly sweet as she extended her hand towards me. I gave her a firm shake, letting go as soon as possible.

There was a short awkward pause before Bubba spoke up, "Shall we go now?"

"Oh, um, Bubba I think I'm just going to sit by Marshall again if you don't mind."

"Oh, don't worry Fionna. We won't mind in the slightest." She responded before Bubba had the chance to.

Samantha grabbed his hand and lead them out of my sight before we could say anything more. Wow, had she always been like this? Does she think I'm trying to steal him away or something? Is she does then she's stupid. He is obviously interested in her. Not me.

I sighed as I passed through the lunch line. Today's special was Chilli. My least favourite food. Yay.

Not seeing Marshall anywhere, I sat done at a table alone. So far, today was not going so well. I couldn't even sit with my best friend anymore with getting a death glare from his new lady friend. And now I'm going to have to sit by myself like a total loser. Well at least it was Friday. I can look forward to sitting alone by myself at home..

"Hey, why does my little bunny look so sad? You didn't think I would let you sit here all alone now did you? Someone so sexy should never sit alone." Marshall teased as he sat down across from me, plopping his tray down in front of himself.

I immediately felt happier. At least Marshall was here to talk to me. "Hey Marshall! Oh, it's nothing. I just hate chilli." I didn't feel like bringing up Samantha and Bubba.

"Aw, your life is so hard isn't it?" I punched him from across the table, making me spill all of my chilli.

"Oh, crap!"

Marshall burst out laughing at me and spoke "That's what you get for punching me!"

I desperately tried to mop it up with my limited supply of napkins. It wasn't working so I eventually just gave up and just left it. I stared at the gooey mess in front of me and then noticed I had a huge stain on my shirt. Now I had no food and a dirty shirt. Things were not going my way today. I felt my eyes start to water, betraying me.

"Oh, hey. I'm sorry I laughed. I have an extra sandwich in my backpack if you want?"

"Okay." I sniffed.

He dug in his backpack for a few seconds before he pulled out a PB&J sandwich. He handed it to me and I started to slowly unwrap it.

"Thanks." I mumbled. I didn't want to sound like I was about to cry. Which I was. It was odd since I hardly ever cried. I guess this whole thing was really getting to me.

"Hey I know what's going to cheer you up! You. Me. And a movie tonight. What do you think?" He flashed a smile, making me notice his abnormally sharp canine teeth.

"Sounds great!" I smiled brightly. At least now I had something to look forward to.

"Wanna just come straight to my house after school? I'll drop you off after we're done"

"Okay!" I don't know why, but being with Marshall always made me feel so much better. Forget about my problems.

"So tell me. Why were you really upset? I'm pretty sure it wasn't just because of this schools crappy excuse for food."

I took a big bite of my sandwich, making him wait for my response. As I finally swallowed I spoke, "Its nothing. Just a bad day."

"Because?"

"Bubba."

"Be right back." Marshall stood up abruptly, pulling up his sleeves and clenching his fists.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Where do you think you're going?"

"To go and beat some sense into him." He looked at me like he was saying Duh! What else would I be doing?

"No! Marshall its totally fine. Its not his fault. Just...nevermind."

"Fine. But just this once. Next time he's gonna get it!" I giggled at him as he sat back down and almost missed his seat.

Before any more could be said about the situation, the bell had rung.

"See you after school, kay?"

"Okay!" I came crashing into him and gave him a hug.

I mumbled into his chest. "Thanks Marshall." He had just made my day much brighter.

He slowly wrapped his arms around me, but when he finally did he squeezed me tightly. He seemed to become suddenly shy when I hugged him.

We stood there for a few long seconds before I let go and grabbed my backpack. I waved goodbye as I made my way towards the gym. I could barely wait until school was over.


Turns out I didn't do that bad on my math test, considering how distracted I was when I took it. I got 76%. I was totally getting that new video game!

I tried to avoid talking to Bubba throughout the entire class. Which was probably mean of me since he was totally oblivious to the entire situation. I don't know why Samantha hates me so much. Maybe if I ignore it, it will just go away.

When the bell finally did ring, people yelled and shouted and threw their papers in the air like in 'High School Musical'. I was glad I wasn't one of them to do that since they had to stay behind and pick the papers up.

I rushed out of the class as fast as I could, not wanting any conversation with Bubba. When I finally made it to the front of the school, I sat down on the steps, trying to catch my breath. I was probably a little too excited about this.

I waited about two minutes before I spotted Marshall making his way out of the doors. I waved at him and he made his way towards me.

"Wow. How did you beat me out here? My class is like the closest to the doors."

"I ran." I spoke, still slightly out of breath, but not enough to tell.

"I forgot how fast you could be. You must have been pretty excited " He laughed. "Ready to go?"

I nodded and we headed towards the student parking lot. As soon as we entered I immediately spotted his shiny black bike. I got excited just thinking about riding on it. But then I remembered something.

"Oh wait. I need to call Cake and tell her that I'm coming over." I pulled out my phone and dialed her number. I waited a couple rings before she picked up.

"Hey baby! What's wrong?" I could hear the concern in her voice.

"Nothings wrong. Why would something be wrong?"

"Oh, its just every time you call me, something is wrong. So why are you calling me then?"

"Just to let you know I'm hanging at Marshall's place after school and I won't be back home until late."

"Are you sure you wanna do that Fionna!? You've only had one date! I don't think you should go over there!"

"Why not? We're just hanging out and watching a movie. Do I need to go on some number of dates before I can watch a movie at his place?"

"Oh. A movie. Forget what I said baby, just have fun! And be careful!"

"I always am. Bye!" I quickly hung up and looked up to find Marshall was staring at me.

"What?" I asked, suddenly feeling self conscious.

"Did anyone ever tell you that that huge chilli stain on your shirt is hot?"

I laughed at him, remembering I still had that giant stain from lunch earlier today.

"I should wear it more often then."

I heard him laugh before the loud roar of the engine growled underneath us.

We were flying once again. I waved at several people that I recognized as they were walking to their homes.

He steered in the direction of my house but then turned the opposite road that I would take. I was surprised by how close he lived to me.

We finally stopped in front of a little black house. It looked like a house for one person only it was so small. It had a cute black picket fence around the entire house, making it look closed off to the other houses on the street. It also had a few flowers planted in the front. I found that odd since I could never see Marshall as a gardener.

When we both jumped off his bike, he held his hand out to me. After staring at it for far too long, I took it. He walked me up the steps and then pushed the door open. It wasn't locked

We entered into a small living room he had only had two pieces of furniture. A small red couch and chair. He also had an old fashioned radio and an amp lying up against the wall. I could see a little opening in the far wall, revealing a kitchen. It was small, but cute

"Welcome to my humble abode!" Marshall spoke as he dropped his backpack on the ground and made his way over to his kitchen.

"So, do you like live here alone?" I questioned, watching him getting food from his fridge through the little 'window'.

"Ya, I needed to get away from my Mom. I never really see her anyways so it isn't a big shock to be alone. She's always away on business trips." He returned with a huge bowl of strawberries and offered one to me. I gladly took it and shoved the juicy fruit into my mouth.

"So, what do you wanna do?" He asked before I could say anymore on the subject.

"We could just hang for awhile I guess."

"Cool, let's go to my room then." He pointed up to a hole in the wall and then he started climbing on a ladder to access the room above. This was the weirdest house I've ever seen.

I climbed hesitantly behind him, not wanting any awkward closeness.

When we finally made it to the top Marshall pulled me up into his dark room.

I immediately spotted a red axe shaped guitar learning against the wall.

"Woah dude that is the coolest guitar I've ever seen! Where did you get it?" I ran over to it, admiring it.

"Oh, I got that from my dad. Its like a family heirloom of some sort." He picked it up and flopped down on his bed and started to play.

It was like magic. The music came from his fingers effortlessly. I sat beside him on his bed and watched him, amazed. He looked like he was in some daze when he played it. He was playing some intricate set of notes that I could never accomplish in a thousand years. It seemed like he was playing for hours on end, and I never wanted him to stop. Time stood still.

When he was finally finished I applauded him.

"Wow! That was awesome! You are super talented!"

"Thanks." He set down the carefully and leaned against his beds headboard. "Do you wanna watch that movie now?"

"Sure!"

"Okay, I'll go make popcorn and you can pick out which movie to watch. But I'm only letting you pick because you look so ridiculous in that shirt."

I remembered my stain and I looked down, embarrassed.

"My movies are in that box in the closet" Marshall pointed to a dusty cardboard box "and while you're in there, you can grab an extra shirt." He stuck his tongue out at me before he dropped down to the floor below.

I made my way towards his closet. I felt like I was almost intruding on his personal stuff, even though he told me I could go here. I lifted the box from the shelf above me and started to look through his choices.

Most of them were horror films and a lot of them I've already seen. But as I started to get halfway throughout the selection, something caught my eye.

I burst out laughing and even started to roll around on the ground. I couldn't believe he owned such a movie.

I heard Marshall make his way up the ladder to see why I was laughing. Seeing his face made me laugh even harder.

"What's so funny?" He looked confused.

In response I held up the movie that read Twilight across the top of it. I then held the sequels New Moon, Eclipse and, Breaking Dawn Part 1&2. He had the whole collection! I held my stomach for it started to hurt from my excessive laughter.

Marshall looked slightly embarrassed and raised his hands up in defense. "I swear that those are not mine!"

"Yeah right! Team Edward or Team Jacob?" I giggled.

"Those are Ashley's! She left them here by accident. I swear by my life!"

I slowly stopped stopped laughing and finally responded with, " Okay then. But I think I've found what we're watching!"

"Aw, are you serious? That junk?"

"Yup. You said I could choose so you better suck it up Buttercup!"

"Okay, whatever. I'll go finish with the popcorn and you can go change okay?" He sighed and then disappeared from sight.

I helped myself up from the ground and began to look through his selection of clothes. Wow, this dude really likes plaid...and the colour black.

I finally decided on a 'Skillet' band tee. I plucked it off his hanger and made my way towards his small bathroom.

I checked the door twice to make sure it was locked. You could never be too sure. I looked around his bathroom suspiciously. Maybe he has cameras hidden in here! I better check. You never know.

After thoroughly searching for any sign of a spy camera, I pulled off my gross, rubby shirt and threw it unto the floor. I pulled the over sized shirt over my head and looked into the mirror, sastified.

I opened the door to be greeted with the sight of a bored Marshall sitting on his couch in front of a blank tv, waiting for me.

He had just stuffed a handful of popcorn in his mouth before he saw me. " Geez, how long does it take to put on a shirt?" He spoke with his mouth full.

"I got distracted."

"Whatever, lets just get on with this stupid movie. Have you ever seen them before?"

"Nope, but I'm pretty sure you have haven't you?" I chuckled.

"Shut up!" He flicked some popcorn into my face. "And no, I never did watch them. The day Ashley brought them over was the day we broke up."

"Well let's get this movie started!" I jumped up quickly and inserted the Dvd into the player.


What did you guys think? It's kinda boring isn't it? I'm really sorry! I just had a Ginormous writers block and my brain just didn't want to continue writing. But FINALLY I got this up. Super sorry for the wait! Thanks you guys!

Question: Was it super boring like I think it is?