Fiolee Fanfic Chapter Four

Fionna's POV

I can't believe my dad would say something like that! He obviously said it loud enough for Marshall to hear. Oh glob, what will he think of me now.

I got into my house and dad and I started talking about my school day (did he notice that I was a whole lot happier then when I went to school?) when he told me that he could an interview to the job he wanted. I was so happy for him but I couldn't help but wander what Marshall was up to. That night it was a celebration night for both of us, takeaway and games. Dad offered for me to ask if Marshall wanted to join in, then I realised that I only had his address, not his number.

However my sleep did not follow the good evening. I couldn't get to sleep no matter how hard I tried. I just felt like someone was watching me. I sat up in my bed and watched the curtains being blown about by the wind. I stood up and shivered, not noticing how cold it had gotten. I picked up an oversized jumper and walked over to the window. I rested my arms on the windowsill and looked at the sky. It reminded me so much of Marshalls eyes. It was beautiful. I rested my head against the window pane and closed my eyes.
"Oh Marshall, I wish you were here."

Marshall's POV

I walked back slowly, not wanting to be hit with the strong rays of the sun. I took out my big umbrella for better protection. I didn't want to get it out in front of Fionna, she would know then that something was wrong for sure. Or could I just say that it was a skin condition? No, that would mean more lies.

When I got home I couldn't help but think of what she was up to. She had completely taken over my mind – in one day! How could this be happening to me? Did she feel it to? And what was that her dad said? I found it sweet. Fionna completely red at her fathers comment. That made me smile. Oh glob! I've got to stop thinking about Fionna in that way! She is just a friend. A very sweet and attractive friend. I have to go see her. Otherwise I may go mental!

I managed to calm down enough to go to the red axe bass that I had made. I picked it up from the corner of the lounge. I started floating above the red couch. I picked up the notebook and pen from the table and started to write another song. This time a love-song for a very special song that one day I would sing to her.

That only occupied me for a short time. I looked out the window. The sun had gone down. Would she be asleep by now? But before I knew what I was doing, I was hovering over to her house. I had to see her again. I had to know she was safe, but why? I just had this gut feeling.

I floated up to the window which I saw her shadow in earlier. Her window was open so I looked in, resting my arms on the windowsill. She seemed restless, having a nightmare perhaps. That's when she woke up. I dived out of sight, going to the side of the window. Had she seen me? I listened and tried to make out what she was doing. She groaned and yawned. Then next to no time she was at the window with her hands in a similar position to where mine where. My heart started beating faster at the sight of her. Her long blonde hair was down but her pyjamas were only a low cut tank top and shorts. I want her so much. How had she poisoned me?

Then I heard her whisper, "Oh Marshall, I wish you were here."