The Perfect Day

"You ready?" Marshall Lee asked quietly. He readied himself as a lumpy form walked under the tree, talking loudly into a cell phone.

Fionna nodded, grinning. She let go of the first small water balloon, which dropped only a few inches from Lumpy Space Prince, who screamed, exploding into a puddle of chocolate pudding. Marshall dropped the next one, landing another few inches away still. LSP looked up and screamed again.

"Fionna! Marshall Lee! What the glob are you doing?!" LSP cried angrily.

The two laughed in the tree, until Marshall was able to choke out a "Just having some fun."

"Well, knock it off! You almost got pudding on my lumps! So anyways, Turtle Prince, I was just..." LSP started to walk off, talking into the phone.

Fionna cast a meaningful glance and Marshall, who nodded. Marshall reached for the big one. It was a large balloon, two feet(six decimeters) across. It jiggled in Marshall's arms, as he flew up above the tree.

LSP was completely distracted with his phone call. With a mighty heave, Marshall threw the balloon straight at LSP. The balloon burst on impact, leaving the prince completely covered in chocolate pudding.

Marshall grabbed Fionna around her waist and flew away, the two of them making their get-away laughing.

"Where to next?" Fionna asked, still laughing.

"How about we pop in and say 'hi' to Gumwad?" Marshall looked down at her impishly, seeing how she would react to the suggestion.

"Um..." she said unsure of what to do. "Okay." she said after some thought.

"Great!" Marshall said smiling. "I know just the prank. Turn to page 34." He started to descend toward a pond.

"Shh." Fionna shushed as she and Marshall got into the Candy Palace through a window near the roof, passing over two banana guards. Fionna was holding onto Marshall's back, floating above the hall. Fionna had their prank materials in her backpack. One of the guards below sneezed loudly, startling Fionna and causing her to hold on tighter to Marshall. His face away from her, he allowed himself a happy grin.

The went further down the hall to Prince Gumball's bedroom. Marshall lowered to the door, letting Fionna go when they were on the ground. Fionna opened the door and peeked inside. She gestured for Marshall to follow her in. When they got inside, Marshall took off the large hat and gloves he used to protect his skin from sunlight.

The two of them walked over to Gumball's big pink bed. Marshall pulled back the blankets while Fionna got what they needed out of her backpack. She handed Marshall the bag of pebbles, which he arranged in a circle on the sheets. Fionna placed the snapping turtle in the ring of pebbles, and pulled the comforter over it.

"Let's go." She said to Marshall. He pulled on his gloves and hat. They left the room and started to sneak down the hallway. They almost got to a corner, when Marshall grabbed Fionna's backpack and pulled her into a broom closet, barely escaping the notice of a banana guard coming around the corner.

The broom closet was small and were pressed together facing each other.

"Well, this is cozy." Marshall joked, pulling the gloves and hat back off.

Fionna laughed, holding a finger up to her mouth, signalling for quiet. She put her ear to the door. "There's a couple of them." She whispered. "They're talking."

"Fionna?" Marshall said, trying not to let his voice shake.

"Yea?" She replied suspiciously.

He brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, pushing it back into her hat. She stared at him, no expression visible. Mustering up his courage, he leaned over and kissed her. She kissed him back. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she wound her fingers into his hair. A dark thought crept into Marshall's mind. What if she's just doing this in the heat of the moment? What if she doesn't actually want to be with me?

A similar thought wormed its way into Fionna's mind. What if it's just another one of his jerky pranks? He's done this kind of shit all before. He takes a prank way too far and wonders why someone gets mad about it.

In the end, it was Marshall who pulled away. He pushed out the door, the guards long gone and night had fallen, a sliver of sunlight still visible on the horizon. He flew back to his cabin, tears budding from his eyes. He felt pain throbbing in the middle of his chest. He hated this. What he hated about it the most was that it had been him who pulled away. She had stood there, stunned.

Marshall flopped on the couch. He saw something on the end table. A mug, with a little white flower growing out of it.

A/N: Wow, this chapter took all day. Thanks for all the support. I'll try to get the next chapter as soon as I can. I think I'm going to do the next chapter following Fionna, 'cause so far it's been sort of sticking with Marshall Lee. But anyways, remember to review and tell me what you think, because the plot is still kind of shaky.

-CaptainStormChaser