Fiolee Fanfic Chapter Twentyone

Marshall's POV

"What's with all these boxes?" Horror swept over her face, "You're not moving are you?" I guess it didn't look too good seeing as I had said that I had family problems. She grabbed me in a hug which I equalled.
"Please tell me you're not moving." I felt a tear soak my cheek. I stopped hovering and lifted her face up, brushing away the free falling tears.
"Hey, it's alright. I'm just sorting out a few things." I panicked when I realised that what I said must have made it sound worse. "I kinda need money at the moment." She loved to jump to conclusions. I saw the clogs moving inside her head.
"Then come live with me and dad." I didn't really need any money, I was fine but I couldn't tell her what all the boxes where for. I mean yeah, I was gonna sell the junk inside.
"Nah, it's alright. I'll be fine." I felt bad lying to her again. Though this time it's for a good cause! Wait, I thought that last time. Well, all will be revealed on Friday.

"Look Fionna, it's late and my parents will be home soon… and being vampires, they hate guests." I didn't want her to go but I knew that I had to get back to work.
"Yes, of course. I'm glad you're not ill and I hope everything works out soon enough." I guess she meant my family. I nodded.
"Thanks." I took her to the door and watched her call goodbye as she walked down the driveway. I closed the door slightly. I breathed in. I smashed my head against it though, unable to control my anger.
"For glob sake Marshall!"