Fionna's P.O.V.
"Girl! Wake up!" Cake yelled shaking me.
"NO!" I screamed sitting up.
"Are you okay, baby?" Cake asked.
I was breathing hard, sweat was pouring down my face.
"Yeah." I breathed.
"Fi, you look like you've seen a ghost." Cake stated.
"I'm fine, Cake. Just a bad dream." I said, pulling a smile on.
"Alright. Well, I'm gonna go make your breakfast."
"Thanks, I'll be down in a little bit." I said.
"Whatever you say, hun." Cake called back climbing down to the kitchen.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I sat there, rubbing my eyes. Lost in my thoughts.
That was so weird. I don't get this. What's going on?
"Hey Fio." Marshall greeted flying in with an umbrella over his head.
I looked up. Marshall's expression changed in an instant when he saw me.
"Fi, are you alright? You look like-"
"I've seen a ghost?" I asked.
"Um, yeah."
"It's nothing, Marsh. I'm fine. It was a restless night." I said laying my face into my palms.
"Fionna! Breakfast is ready!" Cake yelled.
"You want to come eat with us?" I asked.
"Got any strawberries?" Marsh asked.
"Of course. We always have strawberries." I replied.
Marshall smiled a fang smile.
Glob! He's so cute when he smiles. Wait. What did I just say? Or think? Oh Glob no. This is NOT happening. Is it!? Oh no! Oh no! This is worst than lame, i-it's-
"Fio? Earth to Fionna!" Marshall yelled waving a hand in front of my face.
"Oh. S-sorry. What?" I asked as blush crept over my face.
"You can stop staring. I mean, I know I'm attractive, sweetheart, but-Wait, are you blushing?" Marshall teased.
"Sh-shut up!" I yelled.
Marshall kissed my cheek.
"Not bad. Pretty sweet."
"Huh?"
"Sorry, but your blush is the perfect shade of red." Marshall said.
"Ummm thanks...I guess." I said feeling butterflies.
"No problem, babe. Now come on."
We went down to the kitchen. Marshall raided the fridge for strawberries and I sat in the booth as Cake served me a hot fresh plate of bacon pancakes.
"Marshall, it's lovely to see you here." Cake greeted unpleasantly.
"Sorry, but you know, Fi loves being around me, I love being around her. Why not come over?"
"Why not take her flying last night without my permission?" Cake grumbled.
"Relax, kitty-cat. She came back fine." Marshall said sitting down with a large mixing bowl of strawberries.
"Don't call me that!" Cake hissed.
"Cake, calm down. He's just teasing." I piped up with a large amount of bacon pancakes in my mouth.
"Don't talk with your mouthful, hun." Cake reminded me.
"Sorry." I replied swallowin the chewed up mass.
"Jeez, Fi." Marshall commented.
"What?"
"You sure know how to swallow large things." Marshall commented in laughter.
"Okay! That's it! Out!" Cake yelled.
I bursted out laughing.
"Marshall! That's nasty!" I yelled.
"I was just saying!" Marshall replied.
"Did you not hear me!?" Cake fumed.
Marshall ignored her.
"Hey Fi, did I ever tell you how hot you were? We should so totally go throw an orgy." Marshall joked as Cake turned a deep shade of red, shaking from anger.
Cake launched herself at Marshall, claws slashing everywhere. Marshall held her far from his face, ignoring her claws. I laughed continuously, unable to catch my breath.
"Marshall Lee, just stop it. You're angering Cake." I said inbetween gasps for air.
"It's my job." Marshall replied smartly.
Cake stretched her paw out and scratched him straight across the cheek.
"Ow!" Marshall hissed, dropping her.
"I'll do worst if you don't get out of here now." Cake threatened.
"Cake, he was only tryin to make you mad. If you hadn't reacted so badly, he would've stopped. Right, Marshy?" I asked.
"Yeah. It's not fun if the other person doesn't care." Marshall shrugged.
Cake glared at me.
"Marshall, you can stay. Besides, it's your house too." I pointed out.
"Thanks, Fi. It means a lot." Marshall winked.
I looked down and let the blush spread.
~.~.~.~.~.~
Cake and I were called to the Candy Kingdom, that was when Marshall decided it was time to go home. Prince Gumball had a task for us.
"Yo PG, Waddup?" I asked walking into the lab.
"Hey PG." Cake greeted following me.
"Hello Fionna, I have a mission for you two."
"What is it? Ice Queen?" I groaned.
"No, surprisingly not. I need you to find Flame Prince."
"Flame Prince?" I frowned at that name.
"Yes. It seems he's wanted."
"Wanted!?" I yelled.
"Yes. For the deaths of two marauders." PG added.
I looked down and let the memories flow.
Flame Prince and I used to date. We couldn't make it work. All those days we laid on the grassy plains, talking. All those times he accidentally set the plains ablaze. All the fun we had together. Then came the fatal words "We need to talk." I cringed as I heard his voice repeat it.
"You got it, PG." Cake assured him.
"Fionna, are you feeling alright?" Prince Gumball asked walking towards me.
"I-I'm f-f-fine." I stuttered.
Prince Gumball hugged me. His arms wrapped around my waist, nearing my butt. I pulled away from him.
"I'm fine." I said aloud, more confident.
Cake and I hurried out of the castle. Unsure of where to look for Flame Prince.
"Where do we look?" Cake asked.
"No clue." I replied, still shaken up.
