Rekindle
Chapter 1
Fionna's and Cake's Treehouse
Fionna yawned, sitting up straight in her bed and stretching her thin arms high into the air only to quickly jerk the furry covers back over her body and shiver. "Grr," the girl grumbled, forcing herself out of bed, her long blonde locks hanging down her back as she draped the covers over her shoulders instead to protect herself from the chill.
Approaching the window, the young teen realized she heard soft mumbling coming from downstairs. "Hm," she hummed, standing a moment at the open window in hopes of hearing better, but to no avail. A sigh of disappointment and annoyance left the girls lips forcing her to accept the fact that it was time to get out of bed. Pulling the window shut, Fionna stepped away, tossing the blanket back on the bed and hummed softly to herself while she decided her casual attire for the day.
"Stealth mode!" whispered the girl taking on a ninja stance next to the latter. The voices were a bit louder here, but still the words could not be made out clearly. She could now make out a male and a female voice, though. Obviously the woman's voice was Cake and she guessed that the man's voice was that of Prince Gumball.
Fionna decided to, only semi-discreetly, verify her guess by sneaking a quick peek. Laying flat on her stomach, the girl grabbed the edge of the floor, leaned over and poked her head down far enough so that only her eyes were visible from the hole in the floor. Now satisfied to see that she was correct she wore a smile, temporarily forgetting about the vicious chill in the air.
"Whatcha guys talking about?" Fionna chimed in with a friendly smile spread across her cute face. She was a bit disappointed to see that she caught neither off guard, however, it did not show. They'd probably heard her walking around earlier.
Prince Gumball was the first to speak up. "Ah, Fionna!" He responded cheerily. "I have something to ask you if you don't mind." Said the prince with a small smile. After receiving a simple shrug from the girl as she now stood with them, forming a small triangle shape in the middle of the living room, the boy opened his mouth to speak only to be cut off by the female feline.
"Whoooah there, big boy," Cake began. "You can't be bothered to even say 'good morning'?" Her little paws now laid on her hips as she stared at him for a mere seconds before reaching up and flicking one of the ears on the blonde teens hat. "Good morning, sweetpea." The spotted feline greeted affectionately. "Breakfast?"
Fionna nodded at her friend, "Yeah, sure. Thanks, Cake. Now, what was it you were going to ask, PG? Need me to go on a adventure or something?"
"Oh, no, nothing like that. I would like to ask you, and Cake, of course, to be special guests at my annual Snowflake Ball!" As always, the prince seemed pretty pumped for the party, and though parties were usually fun, Fionna found herself being a little... iffy on it seeing as she was used to more exciting bits. Gumball's always seemed to be of the more... formal and composed and that just wasn't her cup of tea.
"Um, well, okay. Sure, dude. Why not?" The blonde said a bit reluctantly. Her reluctance went seemingly unnoticed, which quickly was switched to surprise upon hearing Gumball's next request.
Handing his friend a small envelope, Gumball explained. "Excellent! Also, I would appreciate it if you could pass this on to Marshall Lee for me, please?"
This request caused the girl's jaw to drop a bit. She knew they were on semi-friendly terms, but actually inviting Marshall to something like this? Was he really doing that, or was it something else? "Um, okay..?" After exchanging a few more words the young prince left the two to themselves and returned to his kingdom to prepare.
Their breakfast was short, but enough to full the young girl to energize her for the day ahead. "Alright, Cake! Ready to go then?"
"Already? Ugh, fine.." Cake whined with a small cross of her arms, but went on without further complaint. Attaching herself to Fionna's backpack the two set off for Marshall's house. "Do you think he'll even still be up by the time we get there? It is morning time after all, Fi."
"Yeah, it'll be fine. If he's asleep we could just slip it under the door, or something. Either way he'll get it eventually." Explained the girl strolling on down the road as her feline friend shrunk herself to fit inside the small green bag hanging from Fionna's shoulders.
"Yeah, yeah, I just hope he's not feeling too mischievous this morning. Boy still sends shivers down mah spine sometimes." Cake hissed, ears pinning back a little at the thought of the undead prankster, earning her a roll of the eyes from her blond friend as a silence then fell between the two.
The silence was short lived as Cake soon began to notice a slight thickness building up. Peeping over the girls shoulder, Cake wondered if she should question it. The look on her dear friends face concerned her, but should she meddle? Fionna was getting older and fewer problems lead the girl to the feline for help. She was growing and was now concealing her own secrets she did not always wish to turn over to her friend.
... Pssh, it'll be fine, Cake assured herself, flicking her little wrist. "Something bothering you, sweetpea?" Cake asked in her usual friendly, concerned tone.
"Nah, not really." Responded the girl, still making their way toward the cave.
Silence.
"Are you sure you don't want to talk about something?" Cake received a chuckle in return. Before receiving an answer.
"I'm fine, Cake, really. Just thinking. Curious."
Swiping the back of her paw over her forehead the cat pretended to wipe away sweat. "Whew," she began, "that's where all that smokes coming from. I thought there was a fire some where." She teased.
Fionna shook her head in response for a second before realizing the meaning behind the cats words. "Heeey!" She said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm just... wondering why Gumball invites Marshall to things like this. They hardly seem to get a long and Marshall doesn't even like these sorts of things. It's like Gumball sets himself up for Marshall to act like a jerk. It happens every time. I don't get it." Explained the young teen.
"Don't worry about it, baby. It's none of your concern. It's their business what they do - just leave it be." Said Cake, petting the girls cheek comfortingly, knowing Fionna dislikes these sorts of situations. The poor girl always seemed to end up being caught in the middle of the two older boys' arguments - which often ended up being pretty heated.
With that, the conversation ended a few moments later with a soft, "I know," from the younger girl. They then proceeded on to the undead boys home.
