Note-I literally just almost cried because y'all actually like my writing. You have no idea how sweet that is.

Anyways, on to the story.

Fionna's POV

Glob, that shower felt nice. I guess after running around and then lying down for hours, it was nice to wash off the day. But now my hair's sopping wet and I don't have anything to do with it because all my hair ties are in my pack. So I don't dare put on Marshall Lee's shirt until my hair is up and won't soak it.

I don't know what to do.

On the one hand, he's a stranger who offered me his home for no reason.

On the other hand, he's a teenage boy-or looks like one, at least.

I've got to take my chances, though. I can't sit in his bathroom until my hair dries.

I rewrap my towel firmly and crack open the door, watching the wisps of steam trail out. Marshall Lee is asleep on the bed.

Huh. I didn't know vampires really slept.

You learn something new every day.

Well, he's gonna have to wake up, because I need my backpack and I don't know where it is.

I sit beside him on the bed, and decide to get back at him for scaring me in the cave. I nudge his shoulder until he lies right at the edge of the bed, then yell, "MARSHALL LEE!" and give him one last nudge.

He falls onto the floor with a yelp. Unfortunately, so does my towel. Oh glob.

In his confusion and sleepiness, Marshall Lee had grabbed the only thing he could grab onto. My towel.

I scramble to pick it up, shivering in the cool air. Marshall Lee just sits on the floor and stares, dumbfounded.

I feel my face coloring to a near-tomato color and hiss, "What?! Never seen a girl before?! Put your tongue back in your mouth, pervert!"

I refasten my towel and sit on the bed crossing my arms. The vampire slowly gets off the floor, rubbing his elbow. He sits down heavily next to me on the bed. We sit in silence and I begin to think that maybe, just maybe, I was too harsh.

"Okay, Marshall Lee, I know it was an accident and you're not a pervert, can we just forget about this? Don't be mad at me?"

He reaches over and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear, and the back of his hand lingers on my cheek. I do believe I've forgotten how to breathe. What is happening?

His skin is cold, but it's not an unpleasant feeling. I mean, it doesn't feel like dead skin. The color is just...

And all of a sudden, this vampire leans in and kisses me. On the mouth.

I can't move a muscle.

He backs away pretty quickly. I guess my lack of response was disconcerting.

I still can't breathe. "Um. Marshall Lee? Do you know, um, where my b-backpack might be?" I croak out in a harsh whisper.

He stands quickly, running a hand through his hair and laughing. It's an awkward sound. "Uh, yeah. Let me just, um, go get that for you." He hurries out of the room.

Oh glob, what have I done? I feel terrible, but I know I shouldn't... I'm justified in my reaction! Since when is it okay to kiss a girl you barely met after you just-albeit accidentally-pulled her towel down?

Not that it didn't feel nice.

Not that I have any basis for comparison.

What about Gumball?

My thoughts are racing a mile a minute. When Marshall Lee comes back with my backpack, I nearly sprint back to the bathroom and collapse on the floor.

My breathing is ragged and I may cry. I start the difficult task of brushing out my hair to distract myself. Then Marshall Lee knocks timidly at the door. "Fionna? Look, I'm really sorry. I don't know why I did that. Are you mad? Don't be mad. Please."

I don't know what to say, so I remain silent. He seems to accept this and I hear footsteps leading away from the door. I finish combing my hair and brush my fingers across my lips. I've never been kissed before. I don't know how to feel about it.

You know, I just can't think about this right now. I can't.

I quickly braid my hair. With it being a quarter of the size, it's much more manageable and I slip Marshall Lee's T-shirt over my head without an issue. It smells like him.

Weird.

I don't have to leave the bathroom, do I?

If I leave, I have to see him.

And maybe talk.

About the kiss.

Noooo.

A. N. Again, don't like the ending. Review it for me, loveys. I feel like I'm changing tone, especially when I do POV. I'm trying, guys, I really am.

Much lub - Nada