Hey everyone! I'm SUPER sorry for posting super late..again! I just have such writers blocks.

If you guys have any ideas just throw them at me..Like right in the face. Or give me like a pie that gives me mega inspiration. Throw the pie in my face! NO, a cake! A cake shaped like Cake! A pie shaped like a cake that's shaped like Cake! Or a cake shaped like a pie. :O SOMEONE MAKE THAT RIGHT NOW! HOLY CRAP I'm gonna be a millionaire for that idea! I'll call them 'Pie shaped Cakes!' or something like that.

Anyways, I'm sorry this chapter is kinda fast and jumbled and asdfghjkl and stuff. I'll probably edit it eventually in the future. SO, enjoy for now!

"FIONNA? BABY CAKES? IS THAT YOU? YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE FOR BEING OUT SO LATE!"

"Quick! Hide!" I whispered and pushed him behind Cake's car. If she knew about the fight, she would freak! She probably wouldn't let me see Marshall ever again!

"Ugh- wha-" He mumbled but I quickly shushed him as my sister came into view.

"Fionna! Honey! Are you okay? I was so worried!" She slammed into me and nearly suffocated me in a gigantic hug. "Oh! Why are you all scratched up! He did it didn't he! I told you he was no good! JUST WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON HIM!"

"Cake! Cake! Listen to me! I only fell down on my way home! It wasn't his fault!"

"What? And he made you walk home by yourself? What kind of man makes a lady like yourself do that this late at night?!" She walked me into the house, leaving Marshall behind.

I looked behind me uneasily as Cake closed the door behind us.

"Shh. Cake! Just let me talk! I wanted to walk home! He offered but I said no. Then on my way I tripped and scrapped myself on the ground. That's why I'm so late." I spoke as fast as I could, not wanting Cake to catch the false tone that would give my lie away.

She looked at me for awhile, trying to determine if what I said was the truth.

"Okay baby, I'm just glad that you're okay. But if that emo boy EVER does anything like this to you. You tell me! Alright?"

"Yeah, okay...And he's not emo, Cake. Its rock."

"Whatever. They're all the same!" She waved her hands in the air dismissively as she went to the bathroom to retrieve some ointment to help my wounds.

"Hey Cake?"

"Yes precious?"

"Um, can you also grab some Advil? I kind of have a headache." I said this knowing full well that I used the last of it a few days ago, the day of my fight with Ashley.

"Anything for you darling!"

Okay, now I need to sneak Marshall in here somehow. Cake will be distracted for long enough.

I opened the door cautiously and peered into the darkness.

"Marshall." I whispered. "Marshall! Come here! Its safe!"

I heard feet shuffling as he came into view. He looked in even worse condition. The adrenaline had probably worn off and the pain was getting stronger.

"Come quickly!"

He nodded as I lead him into our home. Luckily, my bedroom was a safe distance from the bathroom.

We shuffled down the hallway for like seemed like forever. He bumped into a few family pictures hanging on the wall and almost knocked down the fish tank. He needed to be treated, fast. His red plaid shirt was soaked in blood.

We finally entered into my blue and green bedroom. I was a little embarrassed about how messy it was. My dirty clothes were strewn across the room. My green blankets were messily laid on top of my bed and multiple bras and panties were in plain sight. I also had a few UFC posters almost falling off the walls. Let's just say that I wasn't expecting company for awhile.

I gestured for him to sit down on my messy bed. "Okay, just stay here. I'll be right back!"

I could tell he was about to speak so I cut him off. "Don't worry about Cake. I can get her away for long enough so that I can treat you. Just apply pressure."

I turned and ran back towards the bathroom before he could respond with some sarcastic remark about how he wasn't stupid and he knew about applying pressure.

"Fi, I can't find it!" I heard my sister yell from the bathroom.

"Please Cake! I really need it! My head really hurts!" I entered the bathroom, watching her search for the object she would never find.

"I don't think you need it sweetie. Just drink more water." She stepped towards me and started to apply the cream to me cuts, making them burn slightly.

"No! I mean, I REALLY need it!"

" Baby, I told you. We're all out."

"But Cake! I..uh...I'm getting really bad cramps!"

"Oh. Honey. Why didn't you just say so? I don't understand why you are always so shy about these things. Okay, fine. I'll go out and get it real quick."

"Thank you!" I threw my fist into the air victoriously.

Cake grabbed her keys off of our kitchen table and headed towards the door. "You sure you'll be okay staying here by yourself?"

"Yes. Now hurry! Ow!" I grabbed my stomach for added effect as she rushed out the door.

Finally! She's gone. I ran into the bathroom and grabbed a cloth, filled a bowl of water and picked up some antibiotic ointment. I also grabbed a few other things that looked useful and ran towards Marshall.

He was still sitting in the same position, holding his arm tightly. I sat down quickly beside him and started to clean out the wound.

"Ouch! Watch it!" He growled angrily at the pain.

"I'm sorry. I'm not very good at this kind of stuff. Cake usually does it for me."

He calmed down a bit as I continued to try and clean him. I was touching him as lightly as possible but I couldn't clean the whole wound with his shirt in the way.

"You need to take your shirt off!" I exclaimed frustrated.

"I thought you'd never ask." He smirked at me suggestively, making me blush.

"No. I mean. Uh.. I can't clean it very well unless you do."

"Whatever you say." He grinned even wider, making my blush deepen.

He slipped his uninjured left arm out of his plaid sleeve first. That was the easy part. Now I had to help him take it off.

I tugged at the first button.

"Ugh! Why won't it undo!"

He laughed at how frustrated I was. "They don't come undone. Their glued together. That's the only major flaw in this shirt. It frustrates the ladies. "

" How many times have you hurt your shoulder? No doubt it was frustrating. Guess its gonna come off the hard way."

I slowly helped him lift up his shirt and I carefully pulled the ripped pieces of fabric from his wound, making him wince. He pulled the shirt up to his head and I delicately pulled the sleeve off of his injured arm and got it off as slowly as possible. It was pretty awkward because Marshall was just sitting there with his shirt covering his face.

When we finally removed his shirt, I immediately began to work on his wound. I focused intensely on that one spot, not wanting to look anywhere else and make the situation even more uncomfortable.

As I was almost finished with my cleaning, I dared to look towards Marshall's face. He had become bored after a while and was now learning on his hand and looking at my face intently, almost as if he was trying to memorise it or something creepy.

I spoke up, breaking the silence. "I'm pretty much done the cleaning so now I have to wrap it up and stuff."

I grabbed the antibiotic ointment and started to apply it before he could say anything back. I could tell that it hurt him since he sat up straight once I touched him. I quickly started to wrap it up. When I had finished I heard Cake coming in through the door.

"Don't go anywhere!" I whispered to him as I ran out towards Cake, closing the door behind me.

"Oh hey baby! Sorry I took so long. I bought you ice cream and here's the Advil. Oh and I got you some tampons too."

"Cake!" I whispered loudly, not wanting Marshall to hear this.

"Oh honey, its a part of life. No need to be embarrassed. Just make sure you don't mess up your bed sheets like last time!"

I blushed furiously. "Okay Cake! I think its about time for both of us to go to bed! Thanks! Goodnight!"

Cake just laughed. "Have a good sleep sweetie."

She gave me a big hug and entered into her bedroom. I sighed in relief. Glad that's over. She was always such a good sister at the wrong times.

I grabbed my ice cream and two spoons as I entered into my room. My face still beat red. I locked the door behind me and flopped onto my bed.

Marshall was smirking and looking at me in amusement. He had heard everything Cake said

"So," he started.

"Don't." I cut him off. "Don't even start."

He chuckled at my embarrassed expression.

I popped off the lid of my strawberry ice cream and tried to change the subject. "How's your shoulder?

"It'll be fine. Doesn't hurt hardly at all now. Thanks." He smiled at me. It wasn't a smirk or a teasing grin either. It was a genuine smile.

I smiled back. And then I realized something. He didn't have a shirt on. I was so focused on cleaning his wound that I hardly even noticed. He wasn't incredibly muscular but you could tell he was very well toned, and quite strong. I quickly averted my eyes away before he noticed.

"Want some ice cream?" I held out the second spoon.

He shrugged slightly and took the spoon from me and dug it in the frozen dessert.

We sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes as we practically inhaled almost half of the ice cream.

Marshall stood up suddenly and spoke "I guess I should go home. Your sister would probably skin me alive if she found me here." He chuckled. "And you too."

I grabbed his hand and pulled him back onto the bed. He gave me a surprised and questioning look.

"No. You're staying here. You can't go out this late. And besides what if more gang members find you? Cake has to work tomorrow in the morning any ways. You'll be fine."

"Well...if you insist. I can't argue with that." He leaned down onto my bed and rested his hands behind his head on my pillow. "That's a nice green bra ya got there."

"Wha- I-. Hey!" I ran to put away my dirty laundry, flustered from embarrassment.

"Hey, I don't mind."

"Well I do!" I threw one of my pillows straight into his face.

"Not again bunny!"

He picked up a large pillow and threw it with as much force as he could manage with his uninjured arm. It hit me square in the face and made me go tumbling downwards.

"Ah!" I gasped as my butt landed on the hard ground. I was just about to return the favour when I heard a voice from somewhere inside the house.

"Fi! Was that you?" Cake stumbled towards and tried to open the locked door. When it wouldn't open she started to knock frantically.

"You okay, Fifi? Are you hurt? Why are your lights on?"

"Ya I'm fine. I just fell down." I called through the door, hoping she wouldn't want to come in.

"Oh. Phew! I thought someone was robbing us."

"Nope. No robber here. Just me being clumsy!"

"Is that it? I thought I heard someone else. I guess I'm just going bananas"

"Uh, good night Cake!"

"Good night sweetheart. And turn off your lights!"

"O-okay." I switched them off quickly and ran towards my bed as fast as I could and landed on it, just barely missing Marshall.

"Scared of the dark?" He murmured.

"No! Its just more fun that way!" I protested.

"Sure." He voice sounded further away then it was only a few seconds ago.

I extended my hands to feel where he might be located, since my eyes hadn't adjusted to darkness yet. Everything was pitch black. He was no where in front of me and all was silent.

"Marshall!" I whispered loudly. No answer. "Marshall? Where did you go?"

I got up and walked around my room with my arms extended. He had to be in here somewhere!

I tripped over some messy clothes multiple times and almost ran into my wall twice. This was getting ridiculous.

It felt like its already been few minutes of searching and there was still no sign of him.

I whispered in frustration."Marshall! This isn't funny anym-" I was cut off by two big hands covering my mouth, which muffled my surprised squeal.

"Boo." Marshall laughed quietly. He was hugging me from behind and his breath tickled my neck.

I struggled out of his grasp but it wouldn't work. He had me.

"I scared you, didn't I?"

"No!"

"Haha, they why did you scream."

"I wasn't scared, I was surprised!"

"You looked ridiculous looking around for me. Just adorable!"

He hugged me tighter and I struggled even more. He was surprisingly strong with and injured shoulder.

"Hey! Let go of me!"

" Why? You're lucky. Many other girls dream of being hugged by me."

"Yeah. Right!" I finally got myself free and climbed back onto the bed. I laid on my back and stared up at the ceiling.

"What girls?" I tried to disguise my extreme curiosity.

"Well," he laid himself next to me. "Obviously my adoring fans. Being a rock star and all you know.."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, its rough, having girls constantly throw themselves at you." He teased.

"Oh ya, I bet." I snorted very un ladylike.

"Sometimes I just don't know what to do."

"Oh shut up!" I playfully punched him in the arm

"Ow!"

"Oh! Did I hit you in your bad shoulder? I'm so sorry!"

"Ouch. It really hurts."

"Well..um. What can I do to make it feel better?" I felt really bad for hurting him.

"You could kiss it better." He spoke in a baby voice and I could just imagine him smirking in the darkness.

"No way! Get real."

"Injured and rejected! Couldn't get much worse!" He spoke dramatically.

"You're such a big baby!"

"I wouldn't talk, babycakes." He mocked Cakes voice.

"Ugh. Jerk" I crossed my arms and turned away from him. Now he was making fun of Cake!

"Aw, come on! Don't be such a downer. I was kidding."

"Hmph."

I heard him moving beside me and the next thing I knew, he was hugging me from behind again!

"Marshall! Stop it!" I whispered as loudly as I could without waking Cake up.

"Your just gonna have to stay like this now! That's what you get!"

"Let me go!". He was spooning me for crying out loud! I struggled as much as I could, but his arms didn't budge

"Well fine then." I gave up struggling, but remained stiff.

We both became silent. I could hear Marshall's soft breathing behind me, his face leaning on my neck and his bare injured arm draped over my waist, hugging me

I began to become more relaxed. His continuous breath seemed to calm me down and the warmth coming from his bare chest was comforting. I melted into his arms, accepting the hug.

"Hey, Marshall?" I breathed.

"Mhmm?" I could feel his smile

"I'm glad you're okay."

"Why is that?"

"Because I don't know what I'd do if you weren't."

Yeah, yeah I know! It goes way too fast and is super lame! Don't judge bro, don't judge.

If any of you create a cake shaped like a pie I will love you forever! I decided it will be called the 'Emdillyicious cake pie cake!" Catchy huh? Thought so.

Also, I know this may seem super pathetic and desperate but could you please check out my other story (one-shot) 'Gone'? It barely has 300 views and I would really like to see what you guys think of it. Thanks :)

My question for you guys today is: Will Cake find out about Marshall hidden in Fionna's room? Now or later in the story? And why is Marshall so hot? Leave your answers in the review box below!

THANK YOU MY MINIONS!