"Pleaassseee!?"
"No."
"PLEAAASE!"
"No."
"Marshall Lee! I'm begging you!"
"Let me think... No."
In extreme circumstance, in dire situations, anyone can be reduced to a lower life-form. That's what Fionna decided she'd effectively become as she clung to Marshall Lee's leg like a desperate animal.
It was Cake's birthday the next day, and the cat had planned an extravagant evening filled with "dancing and class" (Fionna gagged at the memory of the words). It was going to be at some fancy-pants restaurant that was so high-end, Cake said Lord Monochromicorn had to take out a bank loan to get in for only a few hours.
At first, Fionna had been excited for her sister. "It's gonna be so romantic!" She had squealed when Cake first told her, the two holding hands and bouncing up and down in one of Fionna's rare moments of girlish glee. She had stood and started to slow dance with an invisible partner. "You guys are gonna dance, and drink, and eat little pastries-"
"And you are comin'. Bring a date."
The fight that broke out between the sisters was one of such utter proportion and devastating consequence that they could be heard throughout the entire Land of Aaa. After much screaming, hitting, and throwing of various kitchen appliances, Cake had just kicked Fionna out of the tree house and told her to "Get a date, or get lost".
She was such a bitch sometimes.
"Fionna," Marshall Lee snapped, bringing the girl back to present. He started to look irritated, and tried prying her from his appendage. He kicked his leg back and forth, flew into the air, and even tried banging her against the wall. All to no avail. Fionna was not letting go.
"Ugh, Fionna!" He flopped down on the ground while she still held on to him, something which proved to be rather awkward. "Why is this so important? Can't you just tell them you're not going!?"
With a long, dramatic sigh, Fionna sat up and stared pleadingly at Marshall.
"But it's Cake's birthday tomorrow," She faked a sniffle. "And she will be sooo mad at me if I don't show. She'll always use it against me, I lumping swear."
Running a frustrated hand through his jet black hair, Marshall grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like "...someone who eats cats."
"What?"
"Nothing. Listen, Fionna, I know that this is important to you or whatever, but it's not really my thing. I mean, look at me." He gestured to himself, and flashed an award winning smile."I know I'm gorgeous, but I'm not exactly 'fancy-pants' material."
Fionna's eyes grew twice their normal size into giant, blue, glittering orbs that filled with fake tears.
"Fionna..." Marshall groaned in exasperation. "You know I hate it when you do that."
By some form of evil, her eyes grew even bigger, and even cuter. She crawled over to him with a quivering lip, and clasped her hands together.
"Why don't you take PG? Eh?" Marshall elbowed her with a knowing smirk. "C'mon, I think he fits the role a little better than I do."
"I don't want to bring Gumball, I wanna go with my bestie."
She sat there, like a lost little puppy. Inching ever closer to him, Fionna made more sniffly noises and even got a tear to roll down her cheek.
"Get away from me." Marshall mumbled.
Leaning over to him until their noses touched, Fionna waited patiently for her friend to admit that she had won.
Marshall Lee wasn't one to be manipulated, but when it came to Fionna sometimes his pride and armor melted away into a puddle that filled his heart-guts to the brim.
"Whatever."
"YAY!"
The next night came fast, and Fionna barely had time to find a dress and a pair of shoes for the occasion. Marshall Lee had said he'd meet her at the restaurant, on his word, and Fionna just prayed silently that this was one of the times that he followed through with it.
"Oh sugar, I could just eat you up!"
Cat and Fionna sat outside their tree house together waiting for Lord Monochromicorn to pick them up. Cake sported a diamond studded collar that LM had given to her for their two-month anniversary, and two pairs of dainty little cat shoes to match.
Fionna hated wearing dresses, she really did. They made her feel weak and vulnerable. Unlike her mini-skirt, which was made from dragons skin and designed specifically for battle, dresses were not fit for the lifestyle she lived. You couldn't kick or run properly, and they hindered her fighting abilities. Anything that couldn't help her beat up bad guys or save the day was deemed useless, and dresses fit perfectly into that category.
She wore one anyways, though, and to make matters worse she couldn't wear her bunny-hat for comfort ("If you where that dirty old rabbit hat I swear to glob Fionna I will eat it, poop it out, set it on fire and then throw the rest of it into the ocean..."). At least the dress was blue, her favorite color, and it had spaghetti straps so it kept reminding her of pasta (a small comfort). It had a nice soft neckline that ended just a little above her lady area, and the fabric it was made out of was pretty soft so she wasn't too uncomfortable.
The dress wasn't really why Fionna had a problem with her appearance. It was her hair. Cat had "french-braided" it down her back where it ended at her waist. It was honestly the most ridiculous thing Fionna ever had done to it.
I mean really she thought stubbornly as she twirled a piece of loose hair, If I run at all, my hair will just completely fly all over the place!
Cake thought she looked appropriate for the evening, though, and that's all that really mattered. It was her birthday after all. Fionna could get through one night of looking like an idiot for her sister.
After what seemed to be a lifetime of waiting, LM finally showed up to get the two girls and whisked them off into the night. The restaurant, named Fantaisie, wasn't that long from their house, and the ride over only took about twenty minutes. It was a pretty fancy place, tall with high-arched windows, stone walls, and leafy vines that worked their way along the structure. The waiters were a very proper type of mutant dog, and stood straight with very elegant posture, formal greetings, and smug attitudes. Fionna was intimidated by the crowed that stood outside the building. Aristocrats of every species were eating out that evening, and it seemed that most of them had decided to go to Fantaisie.
Outside the restaurant, waiting for them, was none other than The Vampire King himself.
Fionna had asked Marshall to dress up. Pleaded, in fact. She had probably reminded him at least thiry times before she left his house the day earlier. But just because she had asked him, didn't mean that she actually thought he'd follow through.
Well, he did.
The fact that he showed up in the first place was a miracle in itself. He wore what looked to be a brand new tuxedo, black, shiney shoes, and a red tie that matched his eyes. Instead of floating as per usual, Marshall Lee stood straight with his hands behind his back, waiting expectantly for the rest of his party. The only thing that resembled any part of his regular attire was his tousled hair.
He looked incredibly amused.
Fionna couldn't help noticing how handsome he looked as she approached him. "Dude," She said quietly, in an effort to camouflage her thoughts and keep her cool. She punched him on the shoulder lightly. "I never thought I'd see you wear something so... formal!"
Marshall smirked. Instead of a witty, sarcastic comment on the fact she was wearing a dress and was without her bunny hat (as Fionna had expected), he bowed to the young girl with an elegance that Fionna didn't think possible and held out his hand. Her back stiffened- what was he doing?
"You look lovely, Fionna."
For a split second she was positively mortified; What. Was. He. Doing.
Marshall would have never offered to escort Fionna, let alone call her lovely. He was doing this on purpose, Fionna was convinced. He was trying to freak her out! She felt her face burn with embarrassment, and something else... a feeling she couldn't quite put her finger on.
The vampire had finally found her true weakness; romanticism.
Luckily, Cake was there to save the day. She shoved Fionna towards Marshall's direction (in the most lady-like way possible)and gave him one of her best smiles. "Marshall, honey you look adorable! Fionna; take his hand!"
Cautiously, Fionna grasped the stranger's outstretched hand. It was cool and rough. She tried squeezing it as hard as she could to get him to break character, but it simply could not be done; Marshall Lee was quite the actor. Instead, he swung her close to him and looped his arm through hers. Out of the corner of his eye, he gave her a devilish wink.
It didn't take long for them to be seated. One of the waiters approached them, recognized LM and began to lead them to the veranda. Lord Monochromicorn wouldn't be able to fit in the restaurant, so they had to eat outside.
Fionna noticed as they made they way along the crowded walkway outside of Fantaise, women of all different species, shapes, and sizes gave Marshall lingering glances and flirtatious smiles. Apparently they recognized him as royalty (A floppin' king! Sometimes Fionna forgot), and in a fancy-shmancy place such as that it wasn't hard to imagine the types of aristocrats and royalty that would be mingling there that evening. It set a horrible knot in Fionna's stomach.
When they finally reached the table, Marshall pulled out Fionna's chair in a sickeningly sweet fashion. LM, taking Marshall's example, tried to do the same for Cake, but because he had hooves this turned out to be impossible and the cat had to pull it out for herself anyway.
Fionna hesitated before she sat down. Her seat was right next to the ledge, only a short wall separating her from sweet freedom, and she considered jumping over the side and making her escape. She could get out of this now, before she had to barf and act girly and stuff, and she could take the heat from Cake later. It was only a fleeting thought, however, because Fionna knew she could never abandon her sister like that. So, with a final huff Fionna plopped down in her chair and began to devour the fancy bread and butter set out as an appetizer.
When she thought it couldn't get any worse, a lighthearted voice called her name from the next table over and caused Fionna's guts to clench up and do a little dance in her tummy.
"Fionna? What a pleasant surprise!"
She didn't want to look, but she knew it'd be rude not to. One of the straps of her dress had shifted down her shoulder and a strand of her flippin hair had fallen out of place and she felt extremely self conscious. With an effort that resembled one dragging nails across a chalk board, Fionna slowly lifted up her head to force a toothy smile at one of her close friends.
"Hey, Gumball." She said through clenched teeth. A beautiful princess was sitting across from him and was casting Fionna a glare. He was on a date.
Marshall chose that moment to plop down next to Fionna, drape a possessive arm around her, and plant a light kiss on her cheek. He made sure that the bewildered prince was watching.
"Hey PG." He said smoothly, nodding in the direction of the pink prince. He dropped the formal act now that he had a much more entertaining way of torturing Fionna. Slouching in his chair, he waved a waiter over to the table and pointed to a very expensive wine on the menu. "We'll start out with two bottles of this, please and thanks."
Cake loved drama, and ate up every second of the scene that was playing out before her. "Make that three bottles!" She whispered excitedly to Marshall Lee. Fionna blanched.
It was going to be a long night.
I plan on a second chapter but reviews certainly help! ;) btw i dont own anything whateva bye