Marshal Lee-
I'm not going to bother her. Why should I? I mean, I'm not going to ignore her like some lameo, but I'll just leave her alone. Wouldn't want to ruin her stupid date with Gummy-Balls.
I glanced over at the stuck up prince and snorted. He was laughing politely at the words of a candy subject whose gown looked entirely made out of sugar. He laughed like a girl… He looked like a girl.
Since when did he ever care about her? The idiot.
He doesn't even like her like I do. Not that I like her either. I mean, I like her, but I don't LIKE her. You know? Do I? Who the glob am I talking to? I bet I don't even have to worry about talking to her; she'll just look right past me like always.
Why doesn't she notice me?
Not that I care. I don't care. She's just a bro. We strangle Pixies together and mess around. Yeah. We're just friends. I don't love her or anything.
Oh my glob. There she is.
Fionna's small hand thrust the curtain open. She never was one for elegance, but as her small feline sister scurried through the entrance, Fionna hid shyly behind the green fabric, her eyes sparkling and cheeks flushing with an unexpected grace I could only describe as pure beauty. The girl surveyed the large room and all its guests, as if looking at each person would encourage her enough to enter.
I love her, I love her, I love her.
Some hair that wasn't kept away in her old white hat fell into her eyes, and she instinctively reached to hold it out of her face. Why she didn't tuck the stubborn piece into her bunny-eared cap I had not a clue. Whatever the reason, I was overjoyed. I've always loved that little imperfection. It reminded me that she was real, not just a dream.
She's so lovely. Even with that childish hat. I wish I could sneak it off her and just stare at her beautiful hair.
I bet she'd look like and angel. No, she already looks like an angel.
I bet she'd be even prettier, if that's possible.
Fionna's stunning blue eyes made their way over to me, and my heart froze and pounded simultaneously.
Oh lord.
She looked at me.
She LOOKED.
At ME.
What do I do?
Play it cool, man. Play it cool.
I stuck to my plan, and calmed my racing pulse enough to wave. Oh, wait. I didn't wave, I held out a rocker sign. Aw figs. That's okay though. They're technically the same thing. If only she knew the three fingers I held up literally translate to, "I love you." She smiled and looked away from me to the stuck-up wad of bubblegum in the center of the room. She walked to him and they embraced warmly. My heart wasn't moving an inch now; it was too busy being shattered into a million little pieces. Ouch.
Later (Narration)
(A/N- I'm changing this, obviously, from the Ice King's version.)
Prince Gumball was safe, and the Ice Queen had escaped. Fionna 's dress was torn beyond repair, but the heroin didn't notice or care as she surveyed the area for any additional danger. When she was sure all was safe, she turned to Prince Gumball.
"Are you all right?" She asked, lowering her sword and stepping towards him.
"I am well now, friend. Thank you for saving me yet again," Gumball replied, his tone constantly polite and kind. "I am so sorry the Ice Queen used you as she had while I was trapped. Please disregard any behavior she may have acted out in my place. Whatever she said or did, you must remember, is not true. " Fionna's face fell. Of course she knew his words were true, but she also knew Gumball had heard "himself" ask her for more than friendship, being as he was in this very room at the time. She felt like she had been punched in the gut, which she knew by experience was not pleasant at all.
"Right," she whispered, her voice coming out slightly more strangled than she had hoped. The adventuress put away her weapon and began edging towards an exit. She cleared her throat, "Right. Well it's good you're safe now."
"Thank you again, Fionna! After I freshen up I'll gladly join the ball and we can enjoy it together. Right, Pal?"
"Actually, I think I'd better go," Fionna glanced now at her tattered appearance, "I don't look nearly as fancy as before. Have a math time though, 'kay?" She ran down the stairs quickly without waiting for any answer. The girl entered the ballroom and found her sister, avoiding curious glances from other inhabitants of Aaa.
"Cake," she tapped on the cat's shoulder, pulling her attention from Lord Monochromicorn, "Can we go?"
Cake didn't question her sister. After taking in her battered dress and frantic eyes, "Course baby," she nodded and kissed the black horse-like creature goodbye, "I'll see you later my hotness, got to take this lovely girl home."
Marshal Lee watched Fionna's exchange from across the room, and cursed himself for sticking to his plan. He knew her frantic state was Gumball's doing. He had heard her battle the Ice Queen to save the wimp. Only an idiot would break that girl's heart.
Well done, idiot.
Idiot, idiot, idiot.
He wasn't sure anymore if he was talking about the Prince or himself.
"Fionna, honey, that glob isn't worth your time. How about I make some tacos and we'll play with OMB? That'll cheer you up" Cake tried to soothe her sister as they neared home. Fionna sat sniffling on Cake's back, as the cat had enlarged in order to carry her back to their tree house.
"Nah, Cake. I think I'm going to just get changed and go walk around for a while. Sound cool?"
"Sure thing, baby. I'm going to go ahead and get you a snack for the road though." Cake walked into the kitchen as Fionna climbed the stairs to her room. She ripped her dress from herself, grabbing her blue shirt and skort from the bed beside her. Once Fionna was comfortable, she descended the stairs once again and took her wrapped-up taco from Cake, thanking her on the way out. Because she wasn't hungry, Fionna stuffed the food into her bag and continued on her way. Where she would go, she wasn't sure. She only hoped to find something fun to do in order to distract her from her sadness. She felt like after all this time she was finally getting her wish, only to be told she can't really have it and that all her feelings must be gummed up inside once again.
Marshal Lee-
I left the party after she did. I didn't see any reason for staying.
I hadn't even planned on going, but I knew she'd be there. I was also bored. Mostly, I was bored. It's not like I went there just to see her. No, that was just a plus. I also scared a few candy losers and broke a window.
I just wanted to see her because she's my friend. It's completely normal. If I didn't want to see her, then I'd know something was wrong. Everyone enjoys seeing his or her friends. It's also completely normal that I sometimes forget she's a mere mortal and I want to be with her forever.
Don't push it.
On my way home, I passed her tree house. I spotted a small figure in the distance and turned towards it to investigate.
Ooh, "investigate." Well aren't you the fancy-man, using big words. Fionna will have to fall for you now, mister smarty-pants.
Shut up.
Hey, you're the one talking to yourself.
Yeah? Well you're the one following some random person.
I'm you.
Which means you're talking to yourself, too.
Shut up.
I neared the figure, keeping a ways behind so as not to startle them. Getting a closer look, I realized it was Fionna.
Why's she walking around?
She stopped and began to search through her little green bag, and I took the opportunity to make myself known. I floated behind her and gently tapped her small shoulder. "Boo."
"GAH!" Fionna spun around, punching me hard in the stomach. The air flew out of me and I fell. "Oh. OH! Marshal Lee! Are you okay?" She looked genuinely sorry, which I would have made fun of, except for the fact that I couldn't quite catch my breath. All I could say to respond was, "Umph."
Fionna laughed and pulled me into a hug. She smelled like vanilla.
Stop smelling people, you weirdo.
"Sorry. Really. Wasn't expecting you. Want a taco?"
I nodded and accepted the taco, waiting until I could breathe before taking a small bite. "You know," I said, "you only hurt me because I wasn't ready."
"Oh I'm sure," She rolled her eyes, "Just eat your taco, Mar, and be glad I didn't grab my sword." I laughed, my heart fluttering just a little when she said my name.
It's a nickname.
Even better.
"What are you even doing wandering around at night, anyway?" I asked. Her smile dropped.
"Nothing. I was just-I was-I was just adventuring," She stuttered. She really was a horrible liar. "There are lot's more things at night to go see."
"Oh, I know. I also know that if it were adventure you were looking for, Cake would be with you."
"Cake just…" Her voice trailed off, failing to find a good excuse in time. Her eyes began to water just a little. I knew she was going to blow. "I-thought-that-Prince-Gumball-finally-liked-me-because-he-asked-me-to-be-his-girlfrind-but-it-was-really-the-Ice-Queen-in-disguise-and-after-I-saved-him-he-told-me-he-doesn't-want-to-be-my-boyfriend-really!" Yep. There she went. She gasped for a moment, as if surprised she could fit so many words into one breath, and then looked over at me. Her cheeks flushed bright red, and a small tear escaped her big blue eyes.
"Hey," I comforted her, poking her forehead, "If he doesn't like you, that's his loss. Who needs him? He wouldn't be a very good boyfriend anyway, if you had to rescue his gummy butt all the time."
"Yeah… Yeah. You're right," She sniffed, wiping the tear from her cheek, "Who needs him. Hey, you know what would be really fun?" Her eyes lit up once again.
"What."
"If we go run with the wolves."
"Sure thing, Blondie," I stood up, tossing the remainder of my taco into a bush nearby.
"Don't call me Blondie," Fionna followed my lead, swinging her green bag over her shoulders.
"Whatever, Fi-Fi" I grabbed her hand, pulling her close. She laughed, wrapping her arms around my neck before I lifted us off the ground. "You ready?" I asked. She nodded and climbed onto my back. We soared into the air, leaving the tree house, Candy Kingdom, and Gummy-Balls behind.
If only she'd really leave Gumball behind.
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