MMH: This chapter is coming out a bit later than I had hoped. Oh well. Can't change the past. School and work can be quite bothersome can't it? I'm going to try to update every other week. Every week was just way too stressful!

"You aren't coming." I stated firmly for the thirteenth time in a row.

"But I wanna meet 'em!" Sun whined. I pinched the bridge of my nose and let out a frustrated groan. Just as Cake and I were about to leave, Sun overheard where we were going and decided he wanted to come to. After I said no he practically threw himself onto the floor and refused to get up unless he went with us. He was being so defiant lately. Who knew caring for a hulk could be so stressful?

"No! My mom is probably only cooking for three and you have the appetite of at least five men. Besides, Gunter is going to need company. You don't want him here all alone, do you?" I tried to convinced him as I bent over to him with my hands on my knees.

"I want to come too." The penguin stated as he looked up from his newspaper. For a moment it felt nice that they cared so much about me that they wanted to meet my parents, but that moment quickly went away and was replaced by frustration. It was bad enough that my sister and parents had to be present when Marshall and I were fighting, but I did not need two more people dealing with the awkwardness.

"No!"

"Fionna, just let them come. Sun isn't going to let up and if we go without them they're gonna complain for weeks." Cake sighed as she padded over to the door and lazily swung it open.

"Fiiiiine. Let's get Marshall. We're late enough as it is."

Marshall sat on his couch in his uncomfortably quiet house. Ever since that night the vampire had just lounged around the house. He was not lounging out of pity like his girlfriend (unbeknownst to him, of course) but out of boredom. If his millennium of life had taught him anything, it was that girls always needed space after a traumatic event in the relationship. He would give her about a week to sort out her feelings and then he'd visit.

A low grumble erupted from his kitchen, breaking the lonely silence, and Marshall walked over to the kitchen hesitantly. A swirling blue portal had opened on the door of his fridge and a stout demon stood in front of it with a creepy grin on his face. The ugly demon hadn't intended to look creepy, but that was just his face.

"Greetings, Your Majesty. A letter from your mother."

"Oh crud." A letter never meant anything well coming from Marshall's mother. In fact she only really contacted her son when she needed something. Worriedly he took the note and scanned it.

Marshall Lee,

Greetings my evil little snugglebuns! How are you and your girlfriend doing? Is she having any troubles adjusting to her new form? What about that deliciously evil penguin and adorably simple giant? I feel like we haven't talked in a while. We simply must get together some time and catch up.

With love,

Hilda Abadeer

P.S. You remember how I told you to take care of your ex-girlfriend? Well you didn't. Now she's running amok trying to become the ruler of the Nightosphere. In fact, as I'm writing this I am trapped in our family dungeon. So get your ASS BACK TO THE NIGHTOSPHERE AND KILL THAT BITCH OR SO HELP ME I WILL THROW YOUR BASS GUITAR INTO THE FIREY PITS. Hugs and kisses!

Well that's not good. Marshall thought and waved the demon away annoyed. The ugly little thing waddled back into the portal and it shrunk back into the refrigerator door. Outside he heard the faint beating of several hearts as well as a knock on the door.

I knocked on Marshall's door hesitantly. The four of us shifted uncomfortably outside waiting for him to answer. I listened closely and though my senses were now dulled to human levels I heard his footsteps thumping towards me.

"Fionna." He said surprised as he opened the door. I suppose he hadn't expected me to be proactive and come to see him myself. Why wouldn't I have gone to see him? Well if it weren't for your parents you'd still be in your house.

"Hey Marshall..." I grinned, suppressing my nervousness. "You are cordially invited to my parent's house for a cup of tea!"

"Fi, now's not the best time. I need to go back to the—" I withheld the panic starting to bubble in my stomach. Oh no he's going to say no. Do something!

"Please? I can't do it without you." I pleaded and glued my eyes to the floor. My tone had changed from joking to worried almost instantaneously. There was a rift in our relationship and it was up to me to fix it. I didn't know what I would do if our relationship never repaired. "Plus, my dad would have an aneurysm if you didn't show up." I giggled and peered up to him hoping to relieve the gravity of situation. For a moment no one spoke; my moment of vulnerability had made Marshall forget whatever he was going to say. He looked behind to my sister before giving in.

"Alright." I smiled and grabbed looped his arm with mine before the four of us set off to my parent's cottage.

I had grown up in the Shiney Isles and lived there for my entire life until Cake and I decided to find our own place. My parent's house hadn't changed in the four years after we had moved out, its comfortable charm still intact. The little cottage stood proudly, its wood a chocolate brown and flowerbeds hung beneath the windows. Cake had barely knocked on the door when it swung open revealing a large Cheshire grin.

"Pumpkin! Kitten!" my father cheered as he wrapped me and Cake into a loving bear hug which had effectively pushed all the air out of our lungs.

"Hi Daddy." We choked out simultaneously. All of the yellow in his fur was now a light grey and he was hunched over slightly. He let us go and guided us all into the living room, which had the smell of cookies and apple pie permeating from the kitchen. The wallpaper was decorated with tiny pink flowers and dozens of swords mounted the walls. The cat-sized couch and tiny lounge chairs faced opposite each other and I smiled; it was the same furniture that they had when I was growing up. Cake and Gunter took a spot on the couch while Sun sat on the floor, afraid to break any of the furniture. My father and Cake looked at each other and he suddenly had a knowing face. I turned when the door closed and looked to Marshall, who looked pathetically uncomfortable. That's right. They wanted to meet him.

"Oh Daddy, this is my—"

"Your mother's in the kitchen. Fionna, you should go see if she needs any help. Cake, that penguin, the giant, and I can catch up." He cut me off and smiled at me innocently. Catching the not so subtle hint that he left out Marshall, I took my boyfriend's hand and led him to my mother and hopefully, a more welcoming atmosphere.

"Fionna! How are you darling?" my mother asked as she pulled a giant ham out of the fridge. Her fur had slightly greyed over time like my father's had, but she still maintained a sense of grace and beauty which my father never had in the first place. He was always strong and dignified and the two complimented each other beautifully. After she placed the ham onto the kitchen counter my mother glided up to me and gave me a warm, loving hug.

"I'm fine."

"Is this Marshall?"

"Yeah." I replied shyly and brushed my bangs away from my face. She stood in front of Marshall and looked up to him studying his features thoughtfully. Her tiny frame looking up at the tall, slender vampire was quite amusing to witness.

"Well aren't you attractive?" she cooed and smiled innocently at him. Both Marshall and I blushed in embarrassment

"Mom!" She let out a hearty laugh at my reaction.

"No need to be embarrassed sweetheart. Here you two bring the tea out and I'll make the sandwiches." My mom shoved the trays of teacups into our hands and ushered us back into the living room.

"Your mom seems nice." Marshall whispered in to my ear.

"Yeah, I'm quite attached to her." I teased and we smiled at each other. The two of us made our way back to everyone else to hear my father and Cake talking.

"Congratulations darling."

"What are you congratulating Cake for?" I asked curiously. My father cleared his throat and my sister sat back onto my favorite lounge chair. Bitch stole my favorite seat.

"It's nothing, Fi. Did you help your mother?" he said quickly and rubbed his paws together in anticipation.

"Yup."

"Would any of you like some tea and food?" My mother asked behind me and Marshall with a plate of sandwiches in her hands.

"Sure. Put the plate and cups on the table." My father suggested. The six of us attacked the plate while my mother stood up patiently waiting for us to be finished. For a moment there was nothing but slurps and the occasional cough. It was so awkward. Not knowing what else to do, I decided to shovel my entire sandwich into my mouth and attempted to chew though rather unsuccessfully. The only people who did not seem to be bothered by the awkwardness was my father and Sun. Sun was just blissfully unaware, but my father seemed to be reveling in it.

"So… how did you two meet?" My mother, always the hostess, tried to end the silence with pleasant conversation. Marshall, seeing that my mouth was stuffed full of ham sandwich, decided to answer.

"Well Fionna was walking through the Evil Forest one night—"

"Why were you in the woods in the middle of the night, Fionna?" my father turned to me and asked curiously, as if Marshall had simply finished his sentence and was not in the middle of it.

"I had to help Prince Gumball get some medicine to his grandmother." By this time I had managed to choke down my sandwich. It was probably best that I did not do that again.

"I've always liked that boy; so smart and full of charisma." My father stated contently and took a small sip of his tea. Marshall looked at him with a slight hint of irritation on his face.

"Yeahhh. Well she was walking through the woods and I saw her—"

"Why were you watching her?" this was the second time that my dad had interrupted my boyfriend and third time total. Not good.

"Oh, uh, I was just flying overhead and I saw her and—"

"You weren't going to hurt my baby girl, were you son?" my dad's eyes became slits and he leaned over in his chair threateningly.

"No! I'd never do that!"

"Except for when you bit her." Electricity burned between my boyfriend and my father so I decided to jump in to try to get the conversation back on track.

"Anyway, he saved me from this weird magic girl who had turned me into a giant foot." I lied. Of course I had lied. If my father found out how Marshall and I really met, glob knows what he would have done.

"That's the most ridiculous story I've ever heard." Gunter chimed in cynically. I glared daggers at him and he quickly shrunk back into his seat without saying another word.

"It's true." Well, I did fight this weird magic girl who turned me into a foot once, it just so happened that it was before I met Marshall. I looked to my sister for encouragement and she quickly caught on.

"That's right. I felt so guilty that I hadn't gone with her—"

"You went through the Evil Forest alone? Darling, you know how dangerous that can be. I was walking alone through those very woods when I was attacked by a vampire." He shook his head at me disapprovingly. My eyes grew wide and I turned to Cake shocked to see that she was completely ignoring eye contact and instead was rather fascinated by a tiny piece of lint in the carpet. I looked to my mother to see her head was placed firmly in her paw. "You wanna hear about the time I was attacked by a vampire, my boy?" I almost spit out my tea. How could my dad not recognize Marshall? His memory had been dwindling over the past few years so it had been possible that he couldn't remember what his attacker looked like after all this time. Or he's just being a total douche and trying to scare my boyfriend away. Either one is likely.

"I'm sure that story would best be saved for another time, Joshua." My mother cooed as she tried to coax my father away from the topic. She plopped a second plate of tiny sandwiches onto the coffee table hoping to distract him.

"Mom's right. Besides, don't you want some more food?" Cake agreed and grabbed a sandwich for emphasis.

"Nonsense! Everyone here's got a strong stomach."

"No dad." I said firmly. He looked at me surprised, but thankfully dropped the subject and took a sandwich.

"How is your relationship going so far?" He asked politely.

"Well we have had a few fights recently." Marshall mentioned and it took all I could not to look mortified. I can't let my father think my first relationship is failing!

"All couples fight though. You and Daddy are excellent proof that a lively debate won't ruin a relationship." I smiled to my mother who nodded in agreement.

"And though we've hit a rough patch, I'm sure we can get through it."

"That is ridiculous!" My father huffed quietly to himself. I had barely caught his comment, but I knew everyone else heard it as well. Shit.

"I beg your pardon sir?" Marshall hissed and put down his cup onto the coffee table in between my father and us.

"I like this tea. Where ever did you get it?" Gunter turned to my mother and asked, desperately trying to ignore the uncomfortable situation before him.

"Oh it's nothing. I was just thinking aloud." He stated and waved his hand like he was brushing the topic away.

"I like the tea too!" Sun agreed and took another slurp excitedly, ignorant to the fact that Gunter had not honestly thought the tea that was good.

"What were you thinking about that was so ridiculous?"

"It's just that a vampire and my daughter getting along; the chances of your relationship lasting is very unlikely."

"Daddy!" Cake and I squealed.

"Joshua!" My mother reprimanded at the same time.

"Fionna and I are happy together!"

"Oh please! Can you not see how miserable my baby girl is?" He rested his elbows against his knees and leaned closer to the two of us in concern. This whole time my father had remained entirely calm, but Marshall was practically seething.

"I saved her!"

"You hurt her. She gave up everything for you and you ruined it." I couldn't take it anymore. I threw my teacup against the wooden table and I stood as it shattered into pieces. The tea pooled over the edge and the carpet quickly soaked up the tea which left an ugly stain against the cream flooring.

"SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU!"

"Fionna! That was my best china." My mother scolded disappointingly.

"Why would you ask me to bring Marshall if you were going to ignore and insult him the whole time?"

"I haven't been ignoring him. Besides he needs to know how you're feeling. If you won't tell him and he can't see it for himself I have to take control."

"I think it's time I leave." Marshall decided and got up to head for the door.

"Please don't. My husband had a tendency to be a bit blunt." My mother gently reached out and took a hold of his arm.

"No, it's fine. I have somewhere to be anyway. It was nice to meet you both." The front door was open and closed in an instant and it took me a good couple seconds to realize what had happened before I got up and bolted after him.

"Where are you going?" Fionna cried as she ran to catch up to Marshall. Luckily he had not taken off yet. He heard her coming towards him and turned to her expectantly. "What's wrong?"

"Listen Fi, I need to leave for a little while." Marshall said, trying to hold back the nervous quiver in his throat. Surprisingly what her father had said had not affected him that much. Sure it made him angry, but her dad was right. What bothered him the most was that Fi had been so miserable and he hadn't seen it.

Stop it. You aren't leaving because of her. You're leaving because you need to help your mum.

"What?"

"Just for a little bit. Besides, I think we need a little time apart. There's so much going on and neither of us can handle it."

"And you think that dumping me will fix that?" her voice cracked. She was clearly panicking. This situation was probably entirely new to her. In fact, she had never had a boyfriend before Marshall. For a second, he briefly reconsidered his decision.

"I'm not dumping you. It's not like I'm gonna take off or anything. I just need to figure some things out." He tried to comfort her, but was pretty unsuccessful.

"Is this because of my dad? Because fuck him. I don't care what he thinks." She mumbled and looked at the grass in despair.

"It's not because of him." That was only partly true.

"Listen, I need to leave for the night and I don't want you to worry. I should be back by tomorrow morning. I'll call you then and we can talk okay?" Marshall lifted my chin and looked down at me nervously. For some reason I couldn't remember what my life was like before he came along. So much had happened while he was by my side and now he was leaving? It had only been a couple months for glob's sake! Suddenly my emotions shut off and my eyes went cold.

"I don't care. Do what you want." I did not even bother going back to get the others. I simply left, went back to the tree house, and crawled into bed. Marshall hadn't even tried to stop me.

Don't hate me, d'okay? Poor Marshall Lee, he's just as incapable of understanding women as every other man! Did you guys like how I kept changing viewpoints? Or was it just annoying? Let me know! I'm really excited for what's gonna pop up next. What do you think is going to happen? Special thanks to , ThePandaHat, DeathKiss14, CrazyRainbowz, BringMeBelugas, and Fiolee123 for reviewing! Also thank you XxColorfulxPainxX for favoriting! Don't forget to favorite if you like it and review no matter what.