Ok. Before you kill me... Just please don't. I KNOW I KNOW I'M A TERRIBLE PERSON. ;-;-; But I thought, you know what, lemme update dis. It is shirt and awful I know. But atleast it's something! Please review and all that jazz. And I talk a bit more at the end... With out further adieu, I present, the late, and not very good Chapter 3-2! 2.

'So where should I sleep?' asks Fionna, looking around. 'Oh uh… just there' Says Marshall, motioning towards the couch. 'Unless.. you wanna sleep with me?" Fionna rolls her eyes as a giant grin climbs onto Marshall's face. 'No thanks, I don't wanna get bed bugs'

'Soooo…. whatta ya wanna do?' asks Marshall as he floats over to Fionna. She throws her backpack on the couch. 'Weeell…' She says 'I had an idea'. Fionna opens the flap of her backpack and digs around in it, throwing out multiple items. 'No, not this, or that…. glob, where is it?' Marshall just stares at her, slightly confused, dodging carefully as a spatula whizzes past his head.
'Ughh, I swear I put it next to my toothbrush..'
Marshall lands behind her peering over her shoulder. 'What are you looking for bunny?' He says whilst resting his head upon hers. "

Fionna jitters her head up and down making him sink his teeth into his tongue. 'Ow ow ow ow owwww' He wails. 'Here it is' says Fionna, smirking.

'Wha iz et' Marshall mumbles, his tongue still in pain. Fionna pulls out a box saying "Tree Trunk's Amazingly Mathematical Red Velvet Cupcakes!" 'Doesn't that sound nice?'

'Cukcaes?' 'Not just ANY cupcakes, but red velvet' she exclaims.
Marshall smiles a toothy grin, obviously liking the idea.
"Come on, grab a bowl"

Fionna's POV
*DING*
A couple of hours later, they had somehow, *somehow*, managed to get baking mix not only all over themselves, but over most of the furniture in Marshall's house.

"We. Are. A. Mess."

"More like a hot mess" says Marshall, whilst duck facing. Red cake mix stuck in his jet black hair.

"A delicious mess"
He smirks, and wipes the cake mix from my nose.

I feel my cheeks burning, he's never been this close to me before. Waiwaiwai. NO. I am not falling for Marshall! He is my bro, my bffl, my broheb. This can't be happening, anyway don't I have a date with Flame Prince? He's cute and all, but.. Marshall? Nope. Nope nope nope.

Maybe.

"Uh blue?"

I zone back into reality, and realize that Marshall is quizilly staring at me. His head tilted, eyebrow arched. Damn. It's pretty cute.

(AN. Is quizilly a word? I feel like it's not a word.. Quizil- it's its now a word.)

"U-uh yes?" I mange to stutter, trying to not get lost in those black orbs of his.

"Shall we not go try those cupcakes?" He hadn't taken a step back, just kept on staring at me.

"Of course!" I exclaim "I go get them now!"

I jump back and quickly head over to the oven.

...

yup.

Ok! Might I add that both my laptops have gone *insert fart noise here* so doing this on mah iPad was extremely difficult!

And if you're wondering about mah knee... Naw I gotta go to Le hospital and shizz, and my doctor is upset because I accidently feel over and got 16 new bruises on my legs (I counted)

I'm just soooo smart..

AND I'm working on a new story! It's much better in my opinion. But wait. It's not done.