Hello readers! How is your day/night going? I hope you all are doing well and are not sick like I am. I had to miss my midterms today which definitely sucks buns, but I decided while laying in my bed cozied up with my cat, that I'd give you all a chapter early.

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Run Away.

Chapter Three: The Truck.

~Fionna's Point of View~

"Are you crazy! You're going to freeze! Get the hell in the truck Fionna!"

I jumped back as I heard his voice.

"What the Hell! Are you trying to give me a heart attack! You can't just pull up next to me on the side of the road and tell me to get in. That's creepy on so many levels."

He rolls his eyes, "Well GEEZ. Sorry for trying to be a nice guy and get you out of the coming snow storm. The radio was just blasting out warnings for everyone to get inside and stay out of the open. You are just out here in ripped jeans, a jacket, and you are hurt. Get in the damn truck you weirdo. I am not letting you continue on your one woman survival journey." Marshall said opening the passenger door for me to get in.

I looked at the open door, conflicted on whether to go in or not. I didn't know if I should trust this guy. Sure he helped me get away from that creepy guy at the truck stop, but that doesn't mean he is a creep himself. He seemed concerned about me before, but people can be amazing actors….

"Come on. It is freezing out there and the air coming in from the open door is enough for me. I make a solid promise not to cut you up with an ax behind an ally if you just get in and shut that door." He said with a bit of a whiny tone, his pale skin getting the start of goosebumps.

I looked at him and tried to hide my grin. He was my only option at this point… Plus I could probably kick his ass if he tried to pull anything sketchy.

"Okay fineeee. As long as you stop whining you big weenie." I said trying to hold back my giggles.

He got a grin and his crimson eyes brightened some. "Okay good. Now hurry up, get your ass in here, and shut that door."

I quickly climbed in and shut the door. He turned the heat up and put the vent thingys towards me before pulling out onto the road. We drove in silence for a while, at a snail's pace due to the lack of road visibility. Eventually we made it on a less populated road and the big buildings started to get smaller and smaller.

"Where are you going?" I ask a bit nervous how we keep going farther and farther away from the city. He looks at me dubiously, "To my house duh." I started to get an intense blush, why was he taking me to his house? Did he think I was one of those girls or something? He picked up on my nervous behavior and smirked a bit.

"Glob for such an innocent girl it seems you have a dirty mind." He chuckled, "But no, not like that. I figured since you probably don't want to freeze while figuring out your next move, then I'd just take you to my house so you can clean your wounds and warm up. That sound cool, Fi?" He said smoothly as he pulled onto a different road that lead to the forest.

I nodded some and my blush of nervousness turned to one of embarrassment. "Uh, yeah sure…"

"You don't have to be so nervous and embarrassed all the time." He chuckled out. "I mean, I know I am sexy as hell and obviously one of the coolest people you'll ever meet, but I am still a person." He shot me a grin that showed it perfectly white teeth. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Someone has a big head." I smirked.

"Hey, I can say what I want. My truck. My rules."

"Are one of the rules that I have to listen to you talk about yourself like you're a god?" I asked folding my arms over my chest, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Yep." He grinned cheekily.

I just rolled my eyes again and looked out the window as he drove. About twenty minutes passed of silently driving through the snowy woods. It wasn't awkward though, it felt content and almost peaceful. When we get into the thicker part of the forest, the light hardly shines through the trees and it almost felt like it was midnight when it actually was just seven in the morning. Marshall starts to hum to himself. His voice was rich and deep and I have to admit it was pretty sexy, but it seemed like he didn't even notice he was humming. I turned to look at him and he just was drumming his thumbs softly on the steering wheel and humming to a song that must have been playing in his head.

While he was in his own little world occupied by driving and humming, I got a closer look at him without it being awkward… Actually it probably would have been if he snapped out of it and noticed me staring like a weirdo. I noticed how pale his skin was, almost as if he never saw the sun. I guess it makes sense since he lives in an area where the sunlight is hardly even visible. I also noticed that his shaggy raven hair covered what seems to be a scar of some sort on his neck. I couldn't have gotten a better look at it unless I would have pushed his hair back which would have been creepy of me. I looked at Marshall's eyes as he watched the road driving, and I got a better look at his irises that were an unnatural looking crimson. I wondered if he was born with a medical condition or if he was just wearing colored contacts. I didn't ask though, because yet again, it'd be creepy as hell if I did. I finally took in how I could see his muscles even through his clothes. His physique was so globbing perfect, that I got a small blush for noticing. I was staring for way too long.

He chose then to look over at me as I was watching him like a previously mentioned creep.

"What? Is there something on me besides sexiness?" He teases with a grin.

"You are so full of yourself." I said shaking my head with a small grin.

He chuckles some and continues driving for another few minutes before pulling up to this small house surrounded by thick trees. It almost felt like we were in a cave to be honest. He parked the truck and killed the engine before looking at me.

"Well, we're here. Casa de Marshall." He grinned opening his door and stepping out of the vehicle. I followed his example and got out as well, picking up my backpack and shutting the door.

Marshall was already walking towards the house and I briskly caught up to him. He just opened the front door; apparently he didn't lock the place when he was gone. He stepped in and flicked on a light which lit up a cozy living room.

"How about I take you to the bathroom and you can clean yourself up, then I'll give you the grand tour. That sound good Fi?" He asked looking over at me standing awkwardly at the threshold of his house.

"Well, are you coming in or are you just going to stand there at the door?" He asked raising an eyebrow. I stepped in and shut the door with a small click before looking back at him.

"Yeah that sounds like a good plan Marsh." I said with a small grin at the nickname I gave him in response to the one he gave me.

He nodded some with a small smirk and lazily lead me to a small, clean bathroom. I stood there watching as he pulled out a medical kit from the sink's lower drawer. He handed it to me and left me to do my own thing.

Once he was gone, I shut the bathroom door and pulled my ripped jeans off to examine the wounds without the fabric in the way. The gash on my knee was swollen and throbbing still, but it didn't seem to be super serious. I cleaned off the dried blood and rinsed the cut with some alcohol before wrapping some gauze around it to keep it clean. I moved onto my face which just had a small cut on the cheek and some pretty dark bruises which would heal on their own in a few days. Nothing much to do there, I moved to where the most pain was which was my rib cage. I gently tugged my shirt off, wincing at the pain of movement. I looked in the mirror and saw that some blood vessels had been broken from the jump off the fire escape and that I had a black and blue bruise that covered my left side completely. I lightly put some pressure on my ribs to check for breaks, but at the left side it felt like I was stabbing myself. I quickly removed my hand and wondered if I just had fractured my ribs or if they were broken. I assumed just fractured, and my logic was that if they were broken, then I'd probably be crying.

I dug around in my backpack to look for clothes. I really hadn't had enough time before I left to know what I had put in there, so it was kind of like opening a mystery door on one of those cheesy nineties game shows. Turns out, I had packed two T-shirts, one pair of pajama pants, three pairs of underwear, one random sock without it's mate, and my precious bunny hat. Not a whole lot to choose from here, so I threw on one of the shirts and the pair of pajama pants. I was putting my ripped and dirty clothes in my bag when there was a knock at the bathroom door.

"You okay in there?" Marshall's voice called through the door.

"Yeah I am done cleaning up and stuff." I said opening the door as he gave me a once over glance. I felt self conscious of my clothes so I said quickly, "There wasn't a whole lot of clothing options I packed."

He smirked some. "At least you packed some clothes though." He said and looking around me, noticing my bunny hat on the floor.

"What's this I see?" He grins moving around me and picking up my hat.

"No, don't touch it. Just give it back." I said reaching for it, but he stepped back and examined the hat further. I grabbed for it again, but he just plopped it on his head and grinned.

"I like this look on me. I look globbing fabulous." He said looking at me with a grin.

I stared at him. "Give it back, Marshall." I said trying not to sound like I was panicking about my hat, even though I was.

"Can I please just wear it?" He grins

"No. Just give it." I said seriously. He looked down at me with a small frown which turned into a mischievous grin.

"You have to catch me first, Bunny." He smirked before dashing around me so he stood out in the hall. I groaned some, annoyed with his childishness before lunging at him. He dodged my attempts and busted down the hall.

"You have to be faster than that if you want this baby back, Fi!" He called to me, his eyes glistening with amusement.

I walked over towards him. "Please just give it back. I can't run after you. It hurts too much and it seem pointless." I sighed.

He frowned some and remembered my injuries. "Fine, but you still have to… Give me a kiss on the cheek." He smirked.

"No. Just give the hat back." I said a small blush creeping on my face.

"Nope. Not without that kiss, Bunny." He grins.

I debated internally on the situation at hand. That hat means so much to me, but I really don't want to let him win by kissing him on the cheek…

Finally I let out a breath of annoyance, "Fine, get over here you buttface." He grinned and swiftly closed the space between us. He bent down with his face turned to the side waiting for the kiss, but instead I just yanked the hat off of him and put it on my own head. He shouldn't have let his guard down.

Marshall gasped a bit and turned to look at me. I smirked at him victorious of gaining my hat back, and he pouted a bit.

"No fair. You made a deal with me, Fi." He said pouting.

"We did not shake on it or pinkie promise. That deal was invalid, my friend." I said oh-matter-of-factly with a small smirk.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but shut it again. "Fine. You win this time." He muttered. A moment later he asked already over his pout, "Ready for the rest of the grand tour?"

"Yep." I grin, rocking back and forth on my heels happily.

Since Marshall wasn't an axe murderer, maybe we could become actual friends? This thought lightened my spirits and gave me some hope that maybe this time around things would be better. At least I hoped they would.

Well darlings, I hoped you liked it. I tried to put some more fluff in there, because who doesn't love themselves some FioLee fluff?

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