He can't make you (fiolee)

His Stare

Hey rocks- back
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Marshall sat at his desk, papers were around neatly on the top corners of his desk. Fiona was getting sized by his dresser. He was a nice man.
"What's your cup size baby?" He asked, Marshal's ears all of the sudden worked very well "DD" she answered softly. Marshal smirked.
"Alright thanks, sweetie, I'll be back with something cute for you." Then he rushes out to the clipboard he was writing down her measurements on.
"Marshal, are you going to sing to me like you did last year?" She asked he would hit her with a nice claiming song every year, it was the kind of song that would be stuck in her head all year. A new one every year.
He smiled "of course fi, anything for you" he smirked and just stared at her for a few moments before she giggled and put he head down "what are you looking at dummy..." shyness hid in her voice.
"You're getting so old doll, yet you still really do  look like a doll." He still stared, nothing could stop him.
"Marshal I'm so happy" she was smiling widely when he saw her lips, along with her cute gap in her teeth.

"Why love," He smirked and made his way back up on his feet. However, that did not last for long. Fucking vamp. 

" well, I just... I don't know. You know how gumball is only a few years older than me... about 9?'' he frowned 

"yeah." His voice was stale.

"Well, You're much older than me but you still make me feel like a 7-year-old little girl playing dress up with her cool teenage friend. 

It was kind of weird to think that Marshall did not age anymore. once he hit 21 it was over for him. It kind of sounds cool but it defiantly wouldn't be my kind of thing. Living forever and what not. 

his smile grew and floated over next to me taking my hands and smiling sweetly, I could see everything around me in his dark eyes that changed from red to black so often. 

"that's my job babe." the nickname struck me. 

"what?'' 

He made it sound like we were dating or something weird like that. That would be crazy. Plus cake would so kill me. She isn't too happy when I hang with Marshall. I do. I kind of feel bad though. I hate making her upset. 

I was brought back as the Vamp began to lean in closer to my face, gripping my hands with most likely half his might. 

"fi-''

"MISS!!''  

the man with the funny voice pushes the door with a dress in hand. I felt my heart beat in marshalls grip. I know he could feel it. he pulled his face away but not his hands or his stare of amour. 

"Oh, hello?'' 

He tugged at the back of my shirt and sat mine on one of marshalls cool chairs. The man took a deep breathe then lifted up a black dress with blue lacing around the waist connecting the top that had sleeves that ended about the elbow, to the bottom skirt which stopped just above the knee. 

I must have such a good eye.

"try it on" he snapped 

"now" he threw the dress on my lap and clapped for me to hurry. I chuckled a bit and nodded

I picked up the dress and headed for the doors. Just as I was about to walk out, I looked back for Marshall... just there. That stare still stuck in his eyes.

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I love going away for 4 months :))))))