Marshall's POV

It was Monday again. Erghh, the worst day of the entire week. "Why would she shoot me down like that?" I asked my friend Axel, who was with me, lingering by a few lockers. "I'm ME, every girl would KILL to be with me," I pouted, crossing my arms.

"Maybe she's just not your type, dude. She's a geeky little Junior, you shouldn't be so worried about it," Axel insisted, combing his fingers through his own light brown hair.

I looked at him with furrowed brows, like I was wondering why he would ever say something like that. "Dude, GIRL is my type," I said, leaning up against the lockers. "And my usual flirting, she went up and sang with me, I asked her for her number, but she shot me down all three times!" I said, hearing the whine rising in my voice.

"Oh, do you mean your pervy advances, a way to get her into bed, and a way to harass her anytime ya want?" He said, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, you can be the not-as-smooth guy type, but maybe she needs persuading, she seems to have a pretty strong mind set, it probably won't take one song to win her over, just like that." Axel was great at giving advice about girls, and how to have a girlfriend, but he himself doesn't have one. I get the feeling he could be gay.

I sighed. "She's cute enough, at least," I said smirking and nodding. "I'll win her over, I bet it won't be THAT hard." That's when I spotted her, a short girl with golden blonde hair and small features—yet pretty, big blue eyes. "Heh, she's got a big butt," I said, as she turned around to go to class, still not seeing me. Axel said something, but I was already walking towards her, then wrapping an arm around her waist. "Aye babe," I said in a singsong voice.

She widened her eyes and wiggled out of my grasp. "Don't call me babe," She ordered.

"Right, sweetie," I teased, putting my hands on the back of my head and intertwining my fingers together.

"What do you want," She said, and I heard the whine rising in her voice, and I'm sure she could too, because she looked away and turned up her nose.

"Aww, I just wanted to say hi to my favorite Junior," I said, smiling.

She huffed. "Well, I need to get to class. See ya later, loser," She said, stomping away. She has definitely not forgiven me for last night.

"Did I ever tell you how much of a turn on it is when you're mad?" I asked her, quickly catching up with her short legs. She blushed, but more in fury, like her patience was shaving up quickly. She walked faster, but I kept up to her easily. I then faked gasped. "Oh my glob! Well would ya look at who it is!" I said, faking an excited look. She slowed down and furrowed her eyebrows, turning around to see who I was talking about. "PRINCE Gumball! Your Majesty!" I said bowing, and smirking. Gumball turned around with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, hello Fionna," He said, looking at me with a look of disgust. "I didn't know you made friends with people like HIM," He growled, obviously gesturing towards me. She walks over and stood next to me.

"He's not my friend," She insisted. I gasped and put a hand over my heart, dramatically.

"Fionna, I thought you loved me!"

"I don't love anybody."

"Except for Gumball.." I coughed, snickering. I widened my eyes. "Let's make him mad!" I said loudly, grabbing Fionna around the waist and pulling her into me, giving her a big kiss on the mouth before she knew what to do. Gumball gasped and clenched his fist, his eyes almost burning in hatred.

Fionna's POV

He pulled me close to his still slightly rancid body, my nostrils filling with Axe he must have just sprayed on. Before I knew what was happening, he kissed me forcefully on the mouth, his lips surprisingly soft. 'His face smells like strawberries...' I thought to myself, finding that we both lingered longer that needed, and that he actually straitened out and relaxed. 'Wait... WHAT AM I DOING?!"

Marshall's POV

'She smells really nice...' I thought. 'And her lips are really soft..' I caught myself lingering, but she caught me first. She pushed away from me forcefully, then swinging a fist around and catching my cheek, her face a burning red color, her fists still clenched. She was breathing heavily, her eyes narrowed. "Rahh...! My cheek meat!" I said, grasping my throbbing cheek. My eyes watered in the pain, and I immediately felt my eye squeezing shut from the swelling. I saw Gumball, his mouth open in shock, yet there was still a grin looking to form on his face. Fionna stomped away, her head held high, and a determined look on her still red face.