She continued to stare at the phone, even after she'd hung up. She almost dialed his number and called him back, but Cake convinced her from making that mistake. "He's a jerk," Cake hissed, her tail frizzing, "he's probably up to no good, Fi. If he really wanted to be friends with you, he would've called you weeks ago."

Fionna, barely able to keep from crying, chose to believe Cake. She returned to the movie party and smiled and giggled. She acted like everything was okay, even though on the inside, she was a hot mess. All she could do was try to convince herself that Marshall Lee was evil and that he was a trickster and a jerk and a tease, and that she should have never liked him in the first place.

After the movie had ended and Prince Gumball, Lumpy Space Prince, and the other guests had left, Fionna decided to go on a walk so she could sort herself out. Reluctantly, Cake let her leave.

She walked to the forest, her sword heavy in her backpack, her hands gripping the straps tightly. She continued to walk until she felt like she might collapse, her legs practically shaking with exhaustion. She sat down on a rock and buried her face in her hands, sighing quietly as she thought about the phone call; the way he had tried to explain, and the way she had hung up without giving him a chance. She should have listened. She should have let him back in; she'd missed him so much over the last few weeks, no matter how many times she tried to convince herself that she didn't need him and that he didn't matter to her anymore.

It was useless; she had already fallen for the Vampire King, and she knew there was no going back. She could feel the tears beginning to slip down her cheeks when she heard the rusting of leaves above her. She stood up, reaching into her backpack and pulling out her sword. She swiped the tears away and sniffed. "Who's there?!" She yelled, raising her sword in front of her.

There was the crunch of a branch behind her, and when she whipped around, she came face to face with an upside-down Marshall Lee, his fangs glinting in the moonlight, his eyes bright. "Hello, gorgeous." She stepped backwards, tripping over a tree root. She fell into a pile of leaves, sending them flying up beside her. He chuckled, floating over to her. He turned upright and offered her his hand. She stood up, not touching his hand. "You alright, babe?"

"I'm fine." She mumbled, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "What are you doing here, Marshall?" She asked, tugging her skirt down. He set his feet down on the ground and leaned against the tree next to her, his arms crossed.

"Looking for my cute little adventurer. You didn't give me time to explain." He said, his tone going from cheerful to a bit angry. "I have a reason for that whole Ashley thing, you know."

"What?" She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "What's the reason, Marshall Lee?"

"She threatened to hurt you if I didn't take her back." He said, looking down at his feet. "I wasn't going to let her hurt the girl I lov-" He paused for a moment before sighing and continuing, "I wasn't going to let her hurt my best friend. So I took her back. And I dealt with her for five weeks until today, when I got rid of her. And I just want to tell you how sorry I am, Fi. I never meant to hurt you or make you upset or anything. I did it to save you." He said, reaching out to touch her cheek. "Really."

She looked down, her cheeks red from blushing. "I thought you didn't like me."

He laughed, stepping forward and tilting her chin up so she would look at him. "You're joking, right? How could anyone not like you?"

She blushed and looked away, punching his shoulder. He smirked and floated so they were face to face once again. "You look so cute when you blush, you know." She blushed even more, and he chuckled, taking one of her hands in his. "Come on."

"Where are we going?" She asked, grabbing his other hand. He began to float into the air, and she placed her feet ontop of his. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer.

"Nowhere." He said, floating higher, until they were above the trees. "I just wanted an excuse to hold you close." The words caused her to blush again, and she leaned into him. He smiled, burying his face in her hat. After a few moments of silence, he flicked her shoulder. "You know, I never got to know what you were going to ask me that day. Before Ashley came." He said, and she tilted her head, staring at him for a moment. The day quickly came back to her, and she looked away, embarrassed.

"I was going to ask you to go on a date with me." She mumbled, her cheeks turning red. "It's really stupid now that I think about it…"

"It's not stupid." He chuckled, floating towards the cave. "It's cute.." He said, floating downwards, into the mouth of the cave.

"Why'd you bring me here?" She asked, jumping off his feet and opening the door to his home, walking inside.

"It's a bit too late for you to keep wandering around the forest."

"You could've just taken me home."

"Do you want to leave?"

"No." She replied quickly, turning around to look at him. He chuckled, closing the door with the toe of his shoe.

"You look tired, Fi. You should probably get into bed." He said, scooping her up and taking her upstairs, dropping her into his bed. She laughed, smiling up at him in the dim room. "Want to borrow some clothes?" He asked, rummaging around in his closet for something.

"Yeah." She replied, and he took out a huge t-shirt and a pair of shorts. He tossed them to her and she walked into the bathroom, changing quickly, before coming back out. She took her hat off and tossed it by the closet, before crawling into bed. He'd taken his shirt off and pulled on a pair of pajama pants. He slid into bed beside her, slipping his arm around her and pulling her close to him.

She nuzzled her face into his chest and he kissed her forehead, a small smile spreading across his lips. "Fi?"

"Yeah?" She asked sleepily, looking up at him.

"I missed you."

"I missed you, too, Marshy."