welcome! in case of any confusion, the title is based off the song by onerepublic, and I thought everything about it matched the story. I'm new, so be patient with my newness. thank you for checking out the story, and I know the chapters are short but the plot will be coming up very soon. :)
"So, are you nervous?"
"About what?"
"Whatever it is that ML wants to talk to you about!"
"Oh glob!"
Cake can't help but have fun with the situation ever since we got the vague call from Marshal this morning.
"Cake, I'm telling you, he's just going to talk about-''
"How much he loves you!"
Though I usually will make jokes along with Cake on the subject, this time I just don't feel up to it. I know it's most likely because of the magical day I spent with someone…
I roll my eyes at Cake, "Whatever, I have Flame Prince now, remember?"
"Yeah, but how long can that last? I mean, if you guys can't even kiss, how on earth are you gonna-''
"Okay, this conversation is over, Cake!" I exclaim, covering my ears.
Marshal opens the door, dressed in his usual tattered clothes, "Sup' my princesses!"
Cake crosses her arms over her chest, "Though I am very much a princess, I am not your property, Little Boy! And neither is Fionna."
He steps forward, "Oh really," then in a swift motion, he dips me like in the old dancing movies, leaving his face inches from mine, then says in a hushed tone, "Is that true, Fionna?"
Though I should probably be used to ML's attitude by now, after we've known each other for a while now, I still act like an embarrassed little twelve year old at every opportunity.
And I can tell he just loves it.
Blushing, I slip away from his grasp, "Yes, fortunately! I'm no one's property!"
Marshal leans in to Cakes ear and whispers loudly, "Except maybe that Hot Heads property."
Cake chuckles loudly, although she usually hates MLs humor, as she invites herself into his living room, me angrily trailing behind her.
"So what's going on? You sounded pretty excited when you called," I ask.
"Okay, you may want to sit down for this one, you guys."
On command, Cake and I settle cross-legged on the floor (already knowing how uncomfortable the couch is). "What is it?" we excitedly ask in unison.
"Okay, I have something real important to show, but I know you guys, so don't say I didn't warn you," he then reaches into his front pocket of his slightly torn jeans and holds something I can't identify within his palms, "Do you guys know… what this is?"
Cake and I both gasp in harmony as he shows us the object.
Then I am left speechless.
After what seems like forever of just staring in awe, my voice is regained, and I already know what our first step has to be, "We have to tell Gumball!"
Review and all that shiznit, please! I'll try to post often, so see you later, ma bosoms! (now you say, "I am no mans bosom!") ;D