Another Fiolee Story

Chapter 8: That wallpaper

3rd POV

After a shake of the head they both seemed to awake from their trance. Shock was plastered on Fiona's face. All sorts of things were running through both their heads, not one spoke yet.

"Nice outfit," the vampire spoke.

"Really suits you." Allowing a smirk to replace his normal expression.

Oh boy did that make Fiona boil. Not of anger, but pure embarrassment. The only person that had seen her like this was Cake. But lately, she has been changing in separate rooms. Just so she won't know Fiona shaves. (If you know what I mean...) No one knew that but her, and she wanted to keep it that way.

But this wasn't about that. This was about a boy seeing Fiona in her underwear. Just the thought made her heart skip a beat. You could probably hear her heart too. The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop. The tension could be cut with a butter knife, and awkward was all over the walls. Like freshly plastered wallpaper. That ugly wallpaper that it takes hours to get off and nobody wanted it there to begin with. But like this moment right here nobody could remove that paper. That wallpaper was going to stay there, no matter how hard you would try to peel it off it was hopeless. You beat bet would to be to paint over it, an let the next lonely person deal with it.

Just as she was just about to push herself off the boy she felt a hand grab her own. The pull wasn't strong but just enough for her to come back down. This time her was on her.

"Where do you think YOU'RE going." Another smirk painting over his face. He didn't have a joking tone with this, and Fiona caught on. She was a master at body language and reading people. She could point out when anyone was lying, just like that. Marshall wasn't lying, there was nothing to lie about. His tone was more alluring.

"Get off..!" She basically chocked out.

"Get off!" She repeated, spitting out.

Hands caressed her back an lifted her off the ground. Marshall brining into his lap.

"I'm off." The joking tone was back.

"I can get myself up, thank you." Fiona said with a vindictive tone. With that she was off his lap into the bathroom.

Fiona's POV

I closed the door behind me and slid down it.

"What the hell just happened!?

Calm down Fiona, it's over with...

Bre- did I seriously forget my clothes... " I said to myself.

I looked around and found a red plaid short and navy blue skinny jeans.

'Ha payback!' I thought.

I easily slipped on the clothes and headed to Marshall's room. He gave me a look like he was about to speak, but I interrupted him.

"We're switching places!" I said eagerly.

"Hu?" He asked surprised.

"I'll be you and you be me." I gave him a twirl.

"Oh no no no no no... NO! I'm not putting on that girly shirt no wayyy~" He sang.

Confidence got the best of me. "Why do you not look good in a shirt Marshy?" Added in a voice that you would talk to small children with. "Plus you owe me..." Clapping my hands together.

"FINE, but not the skirt." Marshall told me in an irritated voice.

This is going to be good!

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