Marshall lee and the half vampire (adventure time fanfic)

Ch 8: words that have to be said

The Ice queen and I work out a plan and finish describing the details, she stands up and walks to the door, I follow her. she turns to me,
"this is the man that I want" she shows me a picture, it was kinda blurry, but I could tell who it was. my eyes widen,
"Gumball?" i gasp,
"you know him?" she questions putting the photo back in her ice bag. I nod,
"I had tea at his when his guardians knocked me out" I say, shrugging a little as if it was nothing,
"he likes you?!" the Ice queen exclaims blinking a little, I nod a little, surprised at her outburst.
"he apologized for the attack, then asked me personal questions" I look at the ground,
"I see" the Ice queen stops, I look at her. "did you answer him?" she looks at me hopefully, "I only ask this because it may affect the plan" she finishes. I shake my head immediately,
"no. its hard for me to trust someone I've just met" I shrug,
"so you trust me? how thoughtful" she began to get teary,
"no" I say simply as I open the door and push her out, "dont think for one second that I trust you" I growl, and slam the door. "crazy bitch" I mutter and go upstairs, then notice theres still no sign of Goldie. "I wonder where she could be" i began to think out loud.
I open my bedroom door to find Marshall sitting on my bed, he looked angry.
"why was she here?!" he shouts, standing up. I role my eyes,
"hello Marshall, lovely to see you" I say sarcaically, folding my arms.
"dont get sassy with me" he growls
"or what?!" i growl through my teeth,
"you're getting yourself in a deep hole Franki" he stares at me angrily, I smirk and shake my head,
"you're not the boss of me" I turn around, Marshall grabs my shoulder and spins me around to face him, he steps closer to me and grabs both of my shoulders.
"I may not be the boss, but that lady is dangerous, she can freeze you in seconds" he looks in my eyes,
"she wont if she wants her dirty work done" I hit one of his hands off my shoulder, he lets the other one drop too.
"her dirty work?" he questions, lifting an eyebrow at me, I nod.
"she wants a boyfriend. its noting majour" i shrug,
"how are you going to help her get a dude to like her?!"
"not just any dude, a prince"
"a prince?" He questions
"yeah" I nod "I cant imagine it would be too hard. I mean, we came up with a plan in about half an hour" I begin to explain
"care to elaberate on that a bit more?" he questions, sounding almost sarcastic
"oh, definatly" i say sarcastically back, "we're just going to chain a random prince to a wall and use whips on him untill he begs to be her husband" I carry on with my sacasm. Marshall roles his eyes,
"im not in the mood for games" he narrows his eyes at me,
"good, now leave" I try to shoo him away,
"just tell me whats going on!" he orders,
"im a girl for games Marshall, cant you see? your not going to get a straight answer from me today or tonight. I wanna' have some fun" i put my hands on my hips,
"a girl for games?" he questions, I nod as if it was so obvious
"you my be my kind of girl" he purrs, smirking his usual smirk to get all the girls.
"Oh-no, dont go from angry Marshall to flirty Marshall. You can't sway me with your words, you need to show me that you'll actually treat me like a woman and not ditch me in a week or two. I'm not a toy you can throw away Marshall. I have feelings. I saw what you were like with fiona, you were just toying with her, just messing around. but not anymore. I'm here now marshall, you're not going to get away with anything anymore" I began to rant, I could go on forever about him. His mistakes and flaws but I would also add his good points and his great personality.

"Franki" Marshall gasps a little, I guess he was surprised from the little outburst I had,
"I'm sorry for being so sudden with it, but I had to do something, you just think your so great can rule all of Aaa." I point out, Marshall nods,
"I know, but I cant help it. I don't know why I do the things I do, I don't even know what I'm thinking half the time" Marshall looks at the ground "sometimes I think its because I've lived so long, and so many people have screwed me up..." he began, I shake my head angrily.
"Don't blame it on anyone else but you. You're the reason you do the things you do, you're the one who thinks for yourself. You dont know yourself, but Marshall, I do. You do those things because you want the feeling of living again, you dont want to feel dead, I get that. You didn't sleep with all those girls for information or fun, you slept with them because you felt sorry for youself, because you felt cold and alone. and you cant stop doing it because its a habit to you now, but you've found good friends who are willing to help you" I explain to Marshall, his eyes widen and he blinks a few times to make sure this wasnt a dream.
" I-I've got to go" he stutters, lifting his feet off the ground and flying to my window, I grab his hand before he leaves,
"wake up Marshall. Your minds not dead anymore" I state and let him go, he floats out my window. I watch him leave, I stay at my window a few more minutes before sitting on my bed and began to think.
Was that too far?