A/N: This is like a mini-chapter, just to clarify. And baconpamamancayk, you rock. Long live the Doctor Who/Adventure Time fans!
Chapter 12- Marshall's Point of View
I can't wait to see Fiona, I thought as I flew to the Treehouse as fast as I could. I hid a bouquet of flowers behind my back. Suddenly a burst of thunder and lightning erupted from the sky, taking me off guard. I fell twenty feet before I could regain my balance.
The treehouse was in sight. It was a few minutes after dawn. Yet just as I was passing the Sunless Forest, it started pouring rain. Great, now my hair's going to be ruined, I thought, flying as fast as I could to the Treehouse. Once I reached it, I pounded on the door, but it was locked. Damn, I guess I could knock on the window, I thought, flying up to Fiona's window.
When I peered in, she was completely concealed in the sheets, but only for a moment, because as soon as thunder struck again, there was a small movement, and a few minutes later she pushed the sheets off the bed. I slicked back my wet hair, but when the sheets came off I was shocked; she was dressed in nothing but a bra, underwear, and socks. But I'm not complaining, I thought, smiling mischievously. Fiona looked all over her room, checking for me, I guess. When she finally went downstairs, I flew down to the living room window, the dark sky camouflaging me and my darker clothes.
While Fiona was downstairs, she picked up a magazine and sat on the couch, reading it for about ten minutes before drifting off to sleep. She's so cute when she sleeps. But then she started shivering. I better go in there, even if I have to break the window, I thought, but just as I was about to kick the glass, the flame from the candle on the table became huge, large enough to hold a person. And then he stepped out. Flame Prince? What the heck was he doing in Fiona's candle? Doesn't he know I'm dating her? Well, anyway, he went over to Fiona, picked up the magazine, grabbed a blanket, and covered her. I was steaming by now, especially when he decided to sit with her, resting her head in his laps. He then started running his hand up and down her arm, which caused me to clench my fists.
Suddenly, a question formed in my mind: how long does it take to kill flame people? Snap out of it, Marshall. You can't use your powers for evil, at least that's what Fiona said, I thought, digging my fangs into my lip. The taste of blood was fresh on my tongue as I licked my lips and raised my fist, ready to break in again. When again I was distracted-Fiona was waking up, because of Flame Prince whispering something in her ear. She stirred at his voice, then snuggled closer! Even through the window, I could see him smile like he had just slayed a dragon or something, but the tranquility didn't last long. Fiona quickly sat up, causing the blanket to fall again. (Still not complaining.) They were talking, and Flame Prince's eyes averted from Fiona's eyes for only a second, but she still blushed heavily, dashing up the stairs, obviously to get dressed. Flame Prince rubbed his face, slowly following her and trudging up the stairs. I didn't bother follow them this time.
I just threw down the flowers and flew home, soaking wet.
A/N: Aww, poor Marshall! :( Oh well, he'll get over it. Alright, so from now on I'm actually writing the story (meaning no more copy/paste/submit). This chapter was just a flashback, but from someone else's point of view. I thought it deserved a chapter of its own.
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