I know it's short, so I apologize. I'm pretty much out of ideas, so this fanfic is coming to a close. But I hope you've enjoyed it! Don't forget to review!

Chapter 16

It had been nearly a week since Fiona sat on the bed, one of B-MO's controllers in her hands. Cake sat beside her as they played video games. There was an explosion on B-MO's screen and Fiona tossed the controller aside, shouting angrily.

"Uhg! You won again!" she grumbled.

"Ha ha! Better luck next time, baby!"

"Would you like to try again?" B-MO asked in her robot voice.

"Nah, I don't wanna play any more video games. Maybe later."

"What's wrong with you, girl?" Cake scrutinized her. Fiona had seemed a little down ever since they rescued her from that crazy Ice King guy. "You feeling okay? You haven't been acting like yourself lately."

Fiona sighed. "I don't know. I've just been thinking about what Marshall said."

Cake snickered. "You mean about his little confession?"

Fiona nodded.

"So what'cha gonna do about it, hm?" She leaned closer and gave Fiona a teasing grin. "You gonna tell him how you feel?"

Fiona blushed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh come on!" She elbowed her in the side. "That boy won't wait forever! Well…I mean he'll be alive forever, but that doesn't mean he'll wait on you forever."

"Uhg! I know I know!" Fiona sighed. "I just don't know what I should say, that's all."

"Oh that's easy! Just tell him how you feel, girl!"

Fiona rolled her eyes. "Easy for you to say."

"Fiona, look. Either you like him or you don't." Cake patter her shoulder, trying to comfort her. "Let me ask you something. When you're with Marshall, how do you feel?"

She was quiet a moment. Finally she sighed. "I-I don't know…I mean, he's a lot of fun and I really like hanging out with him."

"Good good. And?"

"Well…sometimes, when I'm with him my brain goes all stupid and I don't know what I should do or or what to say and I just…I don't know."

"You know, I think he's the one you should tell all that to. Not me."

Fiona glanced, up a look of uncertainty on her face. "I dunno, Cake…you think so?"

"Totally! Why don't we go now? I'll bet he's dying to hear your answer."

"Fine…." She stood up slowly. "Let's get this over with."

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Fiona knocked on Marshall's door, Cake standing beside her. It had been ages since they visited him at his house in the cave. For some reason, standing there at his door made her heart pound incredibly fast. She had never felt so nervous in her life! She had never felt this way with Marshall before…at least not to this extent. Finally the door opened. Marshall hovered in the doorway.

"Oh, hey, Fiona," he said. "What's up?"

Cake nudged her forward.

Playing with her hair absentmindedly, Fiona fidgeted nervously. "Um, heeeey…uh, about what you said a while ago. You know, back in the tree house?"

His face turned slightly red, but he frowned. "Yeah, I remember," he grumbled. "What about it?"

"Uh, well…."

"What is it?" he said quickly, his temper rising. "Stop playing around and just spit it out! Are you trying to annoy me?!"

"I'm not doing it on purpose!" she shouted. She glanced at Cake.

"Go on," she whispered. "Don't give up! Tell him how you feel!"

Fiona took a deep breath. "Look, Marshall. I-I like you…I think I like like you. Listen…when I'm with you, I always have a lot of fun and I really like hanging out with you. And sometimes when I'm with you, my brain goes all stupid and I just wanna make music with you and play B-MO with you and stuff. A-and I don't know why but I think we E

"Whoa! Hold up there, doll face," he said quickly. "Did you just say you like like me?"

She blushed a deep shade of red. "Yeah, alright! I like you!"

He chuckled. "You know, I love it when your face turns that delicious shade of red." He leaned closer. "You're really cute when you're mad, you know that?"

She shoved him playfully. "Cut it out, dude! It's really embarrassing!"

Marshall laughed. "Glob, Fiona. I never thought you'd actually answer me. I thought I was the only one who, you know, felt this way."

Cake squealed with excitement as she withed it unfold.

Floating closer, Marshall tilted Fiona's chin up. "So, kitten, what do you say to a little fun tonight? Just you and me."

"Yes!" Cake shouted. "She'd love to!"

He laughed. "Cool. It's a date."

"Uh, yeah!" Fiona giggled. "A-a date."

"See you then, doll face." He closed the door, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Oh, Fiona! I'm so excited!" Cake cried.

"Why? You're not the one going on the date."

"Oh, I know, but I'm just so happy for you! I mean, he's a vampire and stuff and you're a human, but I still think it's great for you!"

As they started to walk back home, Cake elbowed her in the side. "Look, girl. Before you go on this date, let me explain some stuff about dating." She stretched her arm into a long tiered staircase. "Right now, you'll be at tier one—which is hugging and stuff. But pretty soon you'll be at tier two, which is smoochin'. Then down the road you'll make it to tier five, where he'll let you discover all fifteen feet of his long, handsome," she purred, "muscular stomach. And after a while you'll make it to tier eight! Where you touch his horn for the very first time. Very special."

Fiona pointed to the last tier. "What about tier fifteen?"

"You stay away from that!" Cake shouted suddenly.

Fiona blinked, taken aback.

"Do not do tier fifteen!"

"Cake…I have no idea what you're talking about."

"That's okay sweetie." She smiled. "You'll know when you get there."