A casual day in the Candy Kingdom. Bright sun, cool breeze. Prince Gumball was outside with Fionna, discussing a monster she ran into the day before.
"Oh, a lava monster? Glob, that sounds insane!" He exclaimed in astonishment. He smiles at Fionna, a warm, friendly smile that made her melt. Inside she thought "Does he like me? We're definetly meant to be." Her heart thudded. "So fionna, what do you want to do now? It's nice weather today..." His voice made Fionna blush.
"Well, uh, Gumball, I was about to go back to the treehouse for dinner with Cake, do you wanna join us?" She questioned, hopeful. She twisted her foot in the dirt, looking down, nervous.
"I'd love to! But first I must ask you something..." He trailed. She nodded in acceptance. "What do you do when you like somebody... but you're not sure if they even know you exist?" He frowned, eyes focused on Fionna. They never really discussed romance or dating or any of that junk. It was awkward.
"Uh, Gumball, who exactly are we talking about?" She asked grinning. You couldn't tell, but her heart was pumping, her mind flooding with questions. "Is this where he declares his undying love for me? Is this where he asks me to be more than his buddy? Will we be more than friends?" Her eyes look directly at him.
"It's a secret, Fionna, I'll tell you after dinner." They walk home, to the vivid green treehouse. They bust through the door, eager for spaghetti and whatever else Cake has planned. Fionna breifly explains that Gumball is stay for dinner, she nods, used to him coming over. Gumball takes a seat next to Fionna at the cramped dinner table, looking at the delicious food.
Fionna whispers softly to him "So Gumball, what we're we saying before?" She asked eagarly. He slurps up a mouthful of spaghetti,
"Tut tut, Fionna, no talking at the dinner table." He giggles. She narrows her eyes, slently glaring at him. They finish dinner quickly when Fionna pulls him aside while Cake does dishes.
"So dude, what we're you saying before?" She bites her lip in anticipation.
"Oh yes, well there's someone I like... and I don't think they really care for me, can you give me advice, maybe help me be with them?" His pink eyes plead at her, begging for a response.
"Sure, Gumball, but tell me who we're talking about!" She teases, brushing his arm lightly.
"Well, his name is... Marshall Lee." Her mouth drops open. Not what she was expecting. She can only let out a few awkward sounds, eyes watering. "To think I thought he liked me." She thought, frowning.
"Fi, what is it?" He asks comcerned. She sighs, heartbroken.
"Nothing." She replies. "You said you wanted advice?" She asked hollowly. He nods. "Don't piss him off." She mumbles. He looks hurt, but knows why. He decides to leave, Fionna throws herself on her bed, sighing shaky breaths but finding the courage to stop being sad and to help Gumball, he is her best friend anyways.