Hiya guys! I am SO sorry! A lot has been going on this summer! I got a job and I've been camping loads and it's been crazy! I swear! I apologize for how crappy this story has been so far, my mind has been wandering towards other fandoms. I've been cheating, I'm sorry. But at least I've updated this now, right? Everything's okay now...right?

*Buzz Buzz Buzz*

"Huh? What?" I moaned as I slowly woke up.

I looked over to see my phone buzzing to life on my nightstand, the time displayed on it was 2 am. I yawned stretched my hand towards it groping for the tiny machine like a zombie.

I looked at the screen to reveal that Marshall was phoning me. The picture of his messy hair and marshmallows was staring back at me. I was filled with delight until the events of the night before came to mind. I wasn't sure I wanted to talk to him, but then again I did need to apologize for my childish behaviour. But I was so tired… Why was he calling me so late anyways?

I looked down and realized that the phone had stopped buzzing and it had been motionless in my hand for a good two minutes already. I considered calling back for a good few seconds before I fell back down into the soft covers that were begging for my return. I'll do it later…

~…~

I had been awoken for a second time due to my phone but this time it was a text from Blaze that was awaiting me.

Hey, wanna hang today?

I stuck my tongue out in concentration as I began to write my reply.

Sure! :) What did you have in mind?

I was thinking we could go for a picnic in the park. It looks nice out today.

Sounds awesome!

Great! I'll pick you up in an hour?

Sounds good!

I dashed out of my room to take a quick shower. On my way I noticed a note on the fridge from Cake "I'll be hanging at Chrome's place for today sweetheart! Don't touch the cookies on the counter! I made them for Barrie since he has been under the weather for the past week. Love you!" I picked up a cookie anyway as I made my way to the bathroom she wouldn't notice. It's only one cookie.

I checked the time once I was out of the shower, it was already half past eleven. I woke up pretty late, considering I'm supposed to be a morning person. Lately I've been staying up way too late. My mind won't let me sleep. It's been working overtime! Thinking about things like, who was this Blaze person? He seemed super nice and caring, and he gave signals that he was interested in me, so why would I even need to be bothered by Bubba and Samantha being an item now?

I just don't understand why Samantha despises me so much. I never had any chance with Bubba, I was also just a friend so why would she feel threated? I was just the encouraging friend who would help him through each time he got rejected by his crushes and tell him that they didn't deserve him and spend all-nighters with him eating ice cream and watch Doctor Who together. I was the one to come over to his house at one in the morning because he was feeling sick and his parents were out of town for some business trip for their company that they owned. I was friend-zoned past the point of no return. I was no threat at all. I was more like a sister to him than anything, not a love interest.

I sighed and returned back to the real world. I couldn't decide what I wanted to wear so after briefly skimming over the choices in my closet I just decided to wear my favourite outfit. My blue skirt and matching blue T-shirt and my black Mary Jane flats. It was only a picnic after all. Nothing too fancy.

I was just finishing putting my hair into a pony tail when I noticed my bunny earrings laying on the counter. Bunny. Marshall's pet name for me. I need to make up with him. I couldn't just ignore him forever, I need to call him.

I grabbed my cell just when the doorbell rang.

"COMING!" I shouted as I ran and tripped over the sofa on my way to get to the door.

The first thing I noticed was the boy's fire red hair and the large picnic basket he was holding in his hand. "Ready to go?" He asked, grinning politely. I nodded, returning his contagious smile.

We chatted about small things until we reached the park that was only about ten minutes away.

"Where do you want to sit?" Blaze inquired.

"How about under the tree in the shade?" I suggested and we began to move in that direction.

We set up our blanket and food and I was now leaning comfortably against the tree, the loose strands of my hair swaying in the breeze.

There was a moment of silence as we began our wonderful meal of peanut and butter and jam sandwiches. I sat back and admired the day before us. There was fuzz from the trees floating around the park making it feel as if it was snowing in the springtime and the little bees were buzzing in and out of the flowers filling the silence with a soft humming. It was indeed the perfect day for a picnic.

"Let's play twenty questions!" I burst out excitedly before taking another bite of my PB&J sandwich.

"Okay, you go first!" He replied with just as much enthusiasm.

"Hmm... Cats or Dogs?"

"Cats definitely!"

"Me too! Now your turn. Don't make it boring like 'what's your favourite colour' or something like that."

"I can already tell what your favourite colour is." He chuckled. "Anyone would with that outfit!"

"Blue is the best colour EVER!"

"Okay, what's your favourite food?"

"Boooring!" I groaned.

"Just answer! I couldn't think of anything!"

"Spaghetti! Now, something interesting. Dinosaurs or Robots. Who would win?"

"Robots definitely!"

"Yeah!" We pounded fists in agreement.

"Vampires or Werewolves?" Blaze questioned.

"Vampires definitely!"

"No way! Werewolves are so much better! Team Jacob!"

"Ew, gross. Twilight." We both giggled.

We asked random questions back and forth way past twenty each, our lunches long gone. Things started to calm down and we got to asking more 'serious' questions.

Blaze was so easy to talk to. He was like the twin brother I never had. We had so much in common and we were practically exactly the same age, his birthday 5 days after mine. He made me think of him as adorable naïve six year old who would love his pet rabbit with all his heart but accidentally kill it because he would hug it too tightly. He would become passionate about things but he would be just a bit too rough about it. I could tell this due to the way he spoke on certain subjects that he was very interested in or against.

You learn a lot about a person by playing the question game. Blaze was a cat person but he didn't mind dogs too terribly much but he couldn't have any pets anyway because his mom was allergic so he used to keep a pet rock. He was homeschooled for his entire life until just this year. He wanted to spend his last two years in a high school. Blaze had three older sisters and one younger brother. He also loved the band Muse but hated Skillet. (Which should be illegal according to me) He was an only child and his father died when he was only three. He complained about all the boyfriends his mom had but it made me appreciate the time I had with my dad more because he only had three years and I had 12.

"Your turn." I poked Blaze in the shoulder after asking a question about his mom's job. She was a writer. Which would explain why she could have homeschooled him.

"Who was your first love? Stupid crushes don't count!"

I thought about this for a while. I wasn't sure. I had spent so much of my time dreaming of a life with Bubba that I would never have. Writing his last name instead of mine in my old diaries and drawing pictures of our wedding. But he wasn't the one I truly loved. I never understood the full meaning of it, I still don't really. But I know I only had a deep infatuation with him. We had no true connection.

I smiled to myself as I said my answer. "Marshall Lee." I'm not sure if it was love, but it sure felt like something.

Blaze looked slightly flushed at my answer and replied, "But, you aren't together anymore are you?"

"I don't even think we ever were. Not officially at least."

"Well, then. You should forget about him."

"I don't think I should. I need to apologize." I said, remembering his late night call.

"You sure, Fionna? I mean, he did freak out at you and all." He asked, a concerned look crossing his face.

"Yes. We need to settle things. It was just a stupid argument. I think I'll walk over to his house after this."

"Okay, sure. Do what you wanna do." He looked encouragingly toward me, slight disappointment on his face.

We asked a few more questions and shared our opinions on a few more random things before we started to pack things up to go. It was already well past five and I was getting sore from sitting for so long.

"I can walk you over to his house if you want?" he suggested as he bent over to pick up the picnic basket.

"No, it's fine. Besides I think I should go over there on my own. I don't know what Marshall would think if he saw you. I don't want to cause a misunderstanding. He might think we were together or something." I laughed

"Yeah, we wouldn't want that would we!" Blaze chuckled awkwardly in return.

We said our goodbyes before heading our separate ways. Marshall's house wasn't too far from here. I'd be there in less than 15 minutes.

As I neared closer to his street I began to become excited at the thought of seeing him again. It hasn't even been a full day and I was already missing him terribly. I was going to tell him that I was over Bubba and I shouldn't have even been upset by it at all. In fact, I was happy for him. He finally found someone who deserved him. Someone who would never turn on him. Samantha probably wasn't that bad of a person. We all want attention and she mustn't have known that Bubba had no romantic feelings towards me. I bet she was a very nice girlfriend to Bubba and quite faithful. I had Marshall, so she needn't worry anymore.

I reached Marshall's tiny little home and shyly approached the black steps up to his front door. I had no idea how he would react to me just randomly turning up at his house. Maybe this was a bad idea, I should have called him first. No. No I needed to do this. I already came all this way.

I took a deep breath as I knocked firmly on his door. Then again. No answer. Was he home? Where else would he be? Maybe he was sleeping. I'm sure he stayed up late since he was calling me at two in the morning.

I tried the handle and it was unlocked as I had expected. I peaked my head into the lit room cautiously and called out his name.

"Marshall? Are you there? We need to talk. Marshall?"

I heard footsteps coming from the kitchen. Excitement bubbled inside of me as I heard him approach.

As the figure entered into the room I gasped in disbelief. "Samantha!?"

This was just drama filled. Like holy crap!

What the heck is Samantha doing in Marshall's house? What's a nice Flame Prince doing in a Fiolee fanfic? What kind of author is Emdillyicious for heartlessly abandoning her fanfiction and then updating hardly ever with crappy short chapters?! Tell me what you thought in the reviews! Yell at me if you want, I deserve it.