Hey, readers! Fast forward in time until Fionna is about sixteen, almost seventeen years old. She and Flame have been dating on and off for the past three years, and the relationship has had its ups and downs. Her friends and family are beginning to get tired of always seeing her hurting; they don't appreciate Flame's attitude and don't believe for a second that he genuinely loves her. This first chapter consists of the final straw- another break up and a really bad double reaction. Enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE

Fionna's POV

"I HATE HIM! I CAN'T BELIEVE HE DID THAT TO ME! HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO ME!?" I screamed as I stormed into the treehouse, throwing my rucksack against the wall. My older sister, Cake, didn't even turn around to look at me as I stalked over to the couch and flopped gracelessly into it's familiar, old, squishy, tattered, comforting cushions.

"What'd Flame do this time?" She said, her not-quite emotionless and annoyingly cryptic voice questioned as if my dramatic entrance was something to be expected, and my freak-outs were normal, and as if my idiotic boyfriend of three years was usually a total butthole… Oh, wait…

"Uuuunnhh…" I groaned into a pillow and beat the arm of the couch half-heartedly with my fist before mumbling an answer around the once-fluffy thing that covered my face. "He freakin' broke up with me again…" After a few torturous moments of silence I felt the couch dip as she sat down next to me and pulled me into her lap.

"Sweetie, you and that hot-head have broken up fourteen times in the past three months. Don't you think it's, I dunno, a sign or somethin'?" I snuggled into her, relishing the softness of her orange and white fur, breathing in the scent of sugar, spice, and the catnip her boyfriend kept on giving her, and sighed.

"Or somethin'…" I whispered half-heartedly. I wasn't about to admit that I was beginning to have my doubts about Flame. We have been together on and off for the past three years, and we've been through so much together. I mean, when we first met he nearly killed me, and then he nearly burned down my house, and then he nearly destroyed the entire Goblin Kingdom, among other kingdoms… And then there was that other time we had our first kiss and he almost died, and also almost killed everyone in Aaa…

"Fionna, if it's "or somethin'" then the two of you have got to get it figured out, because this whole 'imma break up with you then crawl back to you and beg you to love me again because I don't got a clue how to survive without a pretty girl constantly upping my man points and I have raging hormones and my mama never loved me during my childhood and you complete me even though I can't even hold your hand without having to put up a flame shield or else I'll burn your hand off but I love you so what the lump' soap opera garbage seriously has to stop!" I had sat up during her rant and continued to glare at her when she FINALLY took a breath… She definitely exceeded her sass level for tonight.

"Are you done?" I asked, crossing my arms in order to show my frustration.

"I'm never done, sweetie," she said, reaching out to pull me in for another hug. But I pushed her away and stood up, stepping away from the couch.

"Well maybe you should be done!" I snapped, clenching my fists. Her shackles stood up and her eyes narrowed at me, and she hissed.

"No, you and that STUPID, fireballing, lame-nuts EXCUSE for a Flame King should be done!" I growled in frustration, and turned and forcibly pulled my trademark bunny hat off my head and threw it onto the floor.

"You never liked Flame in the first place," I said, seething. And she shot right back.

"So why'd you ever date him in the first place?" Oh, it is on.

"Because I have a right to live my own life and make my own decisions, Cake!"

"Aaaannnnd nineteen break-ups later-"

"EIGHTEEN! The first one doesn't even, like, count!"

"Whatever, Fi-fi, he still broke up with you."

"Really? Like I didn't already know that."

"Well, I'm glad you noticed after he KEPT ON breaking up with you!"

"Yeah, but I always get him back."

"Because he knows you'll take him back!"

"Because he loves me enough to-"

"NO! DANG IT, FIONNA!" By this time Cake had grown to at least five times her usual size, and had bared her fangs and was full on yelling at me. "It's because he knows you're STUPID AND NAIVE enough to keep on letting him TAKE ADVANTAGE of you and WALK ALL OVER you because you ploppin' CARE too much!" She was breathing hard, I could hear her… But Glob knows I wouldn't look at her.

She'd see the tears if I looked at her.

"I don't have to deal with this right now," I said, trying to control my voice so she wouldn't realize I was trying not to lose it. "I'm going out… I'll be back when you're ready to be my friend again instead of an insensitive butthole." I grabbed my bag walked out the door, slamming it behind me. Less than ten seconds later it was thrown open again, and Cake was yelling.

"I'm your SISTER, Fionna, I'm not supposed to be your friend, I'm SUPPOSED to be an insensitive butthole!" I didn't answer her. I couldn't. "Fionna, get back here! Fionna!"

"Just keep walking, Fi," I muttered to myself.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING!?" Glob, she's so loud, I thought. I took a shaking breath.

"I already TOLD you," I managed to shout back without my voice cracking through the tears. "OUT!"

"FINE! DON'T TELL ME WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" She screamed.

"I WON'T!" I screamed back.

"IT'S NOT LIKE I CARE!" She threw a vase of flowers out the door and it shattered onto the path. "GO TAKE OUT YOUR FRUSTRATIONS ON SOME STUPID MONSTERS IN SOME STUPID DUNGEON OR SOMETHING!" She lunged forward and kicked the sad little flower, destroying any chance of its survival. "WITHOUT ME!"

"WHATEVER, CAKE!" I kicked a rock, and it ricocheted off a tree and hit my foot. It freaking hurt. I bit my tongue hard enough to make it bleed.

"WHATEVER, FIONNA!" I heard her scream one last time before an incredibly loud BANG was heard as Cake slammed the door hard. I took another deep breath, and tasted blood.

"Crap," I sighed, adjusting my bag more comfortably on my shoulder. I hated fighting with Cake; I always did. But it just ended up happening. I mean, we're sisters! Sisters fight all the time! And Cake and I have always ended up being okay… She's my best friend, my big sister… She practically raised me. I wasn't worried about her… She was mad, but she'd get over it and end up being the one to apologize later.

So right at that moment, I wasn't worried about Cake at all. I was worried about my stupid boyfriend… Or… Ex-boyfriend, again…

"Ugh, Flame, why do you keep on doing this?" I looked up at the sky, not directly at the slowly setting sun… The sunset painted the sky in beautiful shades of red, gold, pink, purple, and orange. Another thing that just made me think of Flame.

"I hate this…" And it was true. I guess I really did hate it. The back and forth… Cake wasn't too far off when she said all that junk about his reasons for taking me back so many times, though I hate to admit it. He's been a selfish, egotistical, royal pain ever since I met him. But even though he was a pain… Literally, half of the time…

"I still love him… But I'm done. We are just done..." I began to cry softly as I walked, not really paying attention to where I was going. "Why, Glob? Why do I still care so freakin' much? He's such a jerk… I know I can't be with him, I just… I can't get over him… It's freakin' impossible…"

"What's impossible?" The familiar voice caught me off guard, as it spoke in a hushed tone directly into my ear.

"YYYEEIIIIIIIKKKESSS!" I screamed as I whirled around and nearly punched the voice's owner in the face. "MARSHALL-LEE, YOU CREEP! WHAT THE HECK, MAN!?"

There you have it folks! Sisters will be jerks when they are trying to help sometimes, even when they fully know that the consequences may not be great. We'll get back to Cake the cat later on... But in this next chapter we shall see what Marshall has to say about the situation. Read and Review, please!