Im not sure what I was thinking this morning. Cake even told me I was being ridiculous. But. I thought it might have been a great idea. Was I even thinking straight? The adventuring was starting to get to my head. I feel 10 feet tall more often than I should.

"Marshall Lee?" I decided I was going to confront him at his locker. Before Ooo History 101. He cant run, and he cant hid.

"Yeah, Whats up?" That voice. Smooth, and relaxed. Like nothing could touch him. Like he was on top of the world, and he wasnt planning on coming down.

"Uh. I-" This is the part where Lumpy Space Princess decides to interuppt, and ramble on to Marshall about how people werent attracted to her lumps.

"-But people like Fionas lumps! Why dont they like mine?!" Now LSP is just being dramatic. Its her specialty. Shes always rambling on about something that bothers her. Typical girl.

"LSP, Trust me, people dont like my, erm, lumps." I figured at this point, I should be leaving. Having had my rendevouz ruined, and my face turning an ugly shade of pink. Pink really isnt my color. But, that is beside the point.

"Marshall? Do YOU like Fionas lumps?" Now my face is REALLY pink. Not pink. More like red. The type of red that only Marshall Lee would find attractive.

"I uh, I think that Fiona is a wonderful person.." All our precious Prince of the Nightosphere could muster: Shes a wonderful person.

"I HAVE TO GO NOW.." was my response to all this not-so-public-public-humiliation. At this point, I could have died. And I wouldnt have ever cared.

My classes pass, and its time for lunch. Me and Cake had been discussing my earlier endevours when Prince Gumball strolls over to our table in the far corner of the Cafeteria.

"Fiona. Cake." He sat down, and began eating this fancy smancy ice cream sundae, and looked me over for a minute.

"Hey PG, whats going on?" I tried to muster as much enthusiam as I could.

"Nothing really. Are you okay?" I obviously hadnt been able to successfully hid my dissapointment with the going-ons of the morning, and he had seen it.

"Uhm. I dont really know. Ill be alright though." I dont really know if I said that more for his sake, or mine. But, I had a false sense of hope, that maybe today would get better, and I could speak my mind.

"Okay. Im here if you need anything." With that, he quietly got up from the table and left. Marshall Lee, I had finally noticed, had been eyeing us from across the room. He was sitting with a table of loyal followers. The ones that wished they could be as powerful, and influencial as he was. He was top dog, and he knew it. Upon catching us looking at him, he decided to float his way over to our table.

"Nows my chance, Cake." I looked at Cake, and she shook her head with disapproval. She didnt really like Mr. Nightosphere, and I knew it. But, if its love...

"Hey girls. Lumpy Fiona." He cracked a little smile and my face got really hot. I could feel the hairs rise on the back of my neck as he sat down in the seat infront of me. Nothing else in the world seemed to move except us.

"The food is good today." Yeah. Great response Fiona. Gosh, I cant stand myself sometimes.

"Uh. Yeah. It is." Yep. Im screwed. Royally screwed. One chance, and my brain decided to go into autopilot, and make me say something stupid. I had to do something, and I had to do it fast.

"I love you Marshall Lee!" Loud enough to make the entire cafeteria stop what they were doing and look at me. Im stupid.

This is the part where I almost pee myself. Instead of being all disgusted like I though he would be, he smiled. My face was a shade of pink that noone in the land had seen before.

"I know. And I love you too."