Hey guys, so this is my first fanfic. You don't really have to be gentle, I accept reviews and any help with writing possible. Any help at all. Unless you're a douche bag about it.

Chapter 1: A Bump In The Road

I played with my bacon pancakes, freshly cooked to delicious perfection and I didn't even want them. My stomach felt sick after today's events.

I tried to calm my crying, but despite how hard I tried, my tears flowed freely, streaking a salty path down my cheeks. My body shook as I sobbed, my mind still on the words he'd said to me before erupting away, leaving a trail of broken love laying on the dry grass behind him.

"What's wrong, baby?" Cake asked me. Cake knew my past, she'd adopted me from the orphanage and told me, Now I'm not gonna try and replace your mother. No one is able to do that. But I sure will be the sister you never had.

Cake wrapped her arm around my shoulders. "You know I don't like to see my babycakes cry, so who did this?"

I buried my face in the crook of her neck, sobbing lightly. "He broke up with me," I mumbled, absorbing the warmth from her skin.

"Who? Luminor?" Cake asked jerking my head up. My long blond hair fell in my face, despite the white bunny hat that did a poor job of restricting the wild locks. I nodded solemnly. "Ooh, that boy gonna get it good-" she started.

"It's fine," I said pulling myself up. I wiped the tears away from my face, clearing my throat. "I'm fine, just . . . upset. He was my first boyfriend, after all."

"Look Fi, First boyfriend or not, no one should ever make you feel this way . . . ever. Okay?" she said looking me in my eyes. I could see my bright blue eyes reflecting in her brown.

I nodded.

"I'm gonna stay for a while and close up the cafe, you gonna be okay going home by yourself?" Cake asked worriedly. She hated me walking by myself, especially because trouble had a tendency of finding me.

"I'll be fine," I promised. "I'll try not to get into any trouble." I forced a smile, for Cake's sake. She drove herself crazy trying to keep me happy, I couldn't let her see me sad. I couldn't hurt her.

Marshall's POV

I bit into the deep red apple, brushing my dark mess of hair away from my face and looking into the starry night sky. I bent down to tie my shoelace on my red Converse, when I heard someone walking up. It sounded like they were crying, something I strongly opposed trying to help. They bumped into me and the loose bite I had on the apple slipped, causing the fruit to fly out of my mouth and onto the ground beneath me.

"Oh glob, I'm sorry!" a female voice said. I turned around and found the source of the crying. A girl around my age quickly wiped her face and said, "I'm super sorry about that. I wasn't looking sand I was-"

"It's okay," I said with a smile. All of my hostility was gone, I'd gone soft on account of the tears.

She was beautiful, her dazzling blue eyes were glistening with wetness and her blond hair messily fell out of her bunny hat and around of her heart shaped face.

"What's wrong?" I asked. Although I vowed not to ever comfort someone crying, I had to for her.

"What do you care?" she asked walking away. The bunny ears flopped on her head making her look silly as she stormed away.

I cut in front of her, positioning so she couldn't go forward anymore. "Well, I see a pretty bunny crying, so I wanna help."

"I don't want your help," she snapped, moving my arm out of her way.

"Please tell me," I pleaded. Marshall, what are you doing? I thought. And I had no idea, I couldn't let her cry, I knew that. I knew that I couldn't let her be hurt. "I just wanna help. I don't like to see girls cry."

"Fine," she sad gathering herself. She looked flustered, her cheeks were flushed with a light pink tint and her lips were pursed in an undure wat as she looked me over. "I just got broken up with."

I felt a strange mix of happiness and rage boil up inside of me. "Why?!" I sounded more aggressive than I was trying and she said, "I don't know."

She started down the street and I followed her. "He was probably a jerk anyways."

"What do you know?" she said, stopping. Obviously upset, she said, "He was a great guy. I'm the bad person."

Somehow, my hand found its way around hers and I looked in her round blue eyes. "I'm just saying. He had to be a jerk to break up with you." Our hands touched longer than they should've and she shook her head.

"I have to go."

And I let her.

So please please please tell me what you think about it. I don't know where I'm going with this, but I already have the next 2 chapters written. Don't expect constant uploads and shiz, I just started testing so yeah, it might be faster though. I'm not an Oracle. I don't know when I'm gonna upload.