At this point I've churned out three chapters and almost 3K words in two days. But I guess I'll keep writing while I'm inspired and have momentum. Lub yew -Nada

Marshall Lee's POV

Glob this chick is weird. Who the junk has a sister named Cake? What kind of parents do that?
I don't think it's that important, but it's bugging me.
The other thing that bugs me?
She's never heard of me.
That's right. Bon a fide (self elected) Vampire King, and she couldn't be bothered to know who I was. It's not like I'm new or anything. And I'm kind of a big deal.
Whatever. Now she knows. And she's never going to forget. Ever.
I'm going to make sure of that.
But for right now she's just really tired. And I don't have the heart to be that mean to her, she's just miserable. You can tell she'd much rather be out fighting something
something like you Marshall Lee
than sitting here in my bed.
She's weird. The fact that she's seventeen and looks the way she does and still doesn't have a boyfriend? Something doesn't seem right there.
she's so totally gorgeous
I mean if I wanted to I could probably get her. I'm pretty hot.
And who wouldn't want me? Vampire King, baby! Who doesn't want that?
Apparently this girl. She didn't mind me giving her a nickname though. Two, actually.
I'm thinking about this too much. I'm Marshall fucking Lee, not some girl-obsessed pansy. I'll leave that to Prince Gumball. Speaking of, how is that douche, I wonder? I bet he knows Little Blue. Maybe I can use that to piss both of them off.

"Hey, GB. Something's goin on, brother. Come over why dontcha? I think you'll be interested."
"Marshall Lee... I was in the middle of an important experiment! There is every possibility of a giant candy dragon rampaging across Aaa...but I digress. What has happened?"
God but the way he talks annoys me. So proper. Like he's better than me.
And I know he doesn't mean it. Deep down, he really is my brother.
"You'll just have to see when you get here, GB." And with that, I hang up. Give him a little cliff-hanger. He'll be here soon, I could almost guarantee it.
So what else can I do until then but go back and taunt Fionna?

She's lying on her back, eyes mostly closed. Her hair
oh that gorgeous long blonde hair
falls everywhere on the bed.
Damn, it's really long. Like falling off the bed long. I wonder what she puts in it...
Oh glob Marshall Lee stop it. Do NOT wonder about her hair regimen. You. Don't. Care.
"Hey there blue." I whisper close to her ear.
GOD DAMN.
"What the junk was that for bitch?!" I scream. I may have caught her off guard, but an elbow to the nose?! Was that really necessary?!
Her eyes
those beautiful blue eyes oh my glob
start to fill up...holy cow, is she gonna cry? She whimpers and starts to turn over on her side.
This is not going to happen. I grab her shoulder to stop her. "Hey, Fi, I didn't mean it. You startled me, I don't know, I wasn't expecting you to hit me. I just didn't think that would bother you... Don't cry, c'mon."
She lifts a petite hand to her face and rubs at her eyes.
"Mumble mumble mumble mumble."
I cock my head to the side. "What was that?"
"I didn't mean to hit you." she mutters.
I figure that's as close to an apology as I'm going to get.
So I've got a red mark across my face and a crying girl in my bed, so of course GB shows up exactly now.
Of fucking course.
"Marshall Lee, what have you done...!"

A. N. I really love the dynamic between Marshall Lee and GB. I don't think the series goes quite in the direction I would have taken it, so here it is. I guess it didn't get any hotter. Oh well.
Don't rush me.
Lub and kisses-Nada

ps: thanks for not telling me I called him Prince Bubblegum instead of Gumball. It's fixed, and I feel like an idiot.