Fionna lies lazily on a blanket set up far away from the Candy Kingdom Castle. She watched as the cotton candy clouds drifted along the bright blue sky. She could hear Cake's giggling, talking, and purring as she and Lord Monochromicorn wandered in the big open field.
"Fionna, did you hear what I said?" She sat up and looked at the pink teenage boy next to her.
"Sorry, I was just a little preoccupied mentally." Prince Bubblegum smiled at her answer, and sat up along with her.
"Well, I was just about to ask if you'd like to help me pick out the flowers for the bi-annual ball I hold." He inclined his head, awaiting a response. Fionna just shrugged.
"Sure, I guess. I don't have much to do anymore since-"she stopped herself, not wanting to suck PG into her private life.
"Since…?" PG tried to peruse. Fionna just shook her head and changed the subject.
"What's the theme of the ball?" PG launched into a full scale explanation, Fionna sighed and flopped back on the blanket.
Marshall leaned against the tree house in which the two adventuresses lived. Cake had just left him and he felt so… different. It's like he could still imagine her silly laughs, big blue eyes, and that wisp of blonde hair that always manages to escape from her hat. "What the fluff, Marshall," he scolded himself quietly.
He opened up the big black umbrella and floated over to the Candy Kingdom. The sun was high in the sky and he could feel the heart. Suddenly, the candy-sweet aroma of the flower fields wafted up to his nose. So did the sound of a girl's giggle.
"Stop, Prince Gumball! That tickles!" Fionna squealed, running away from the pink-haired prince. Marshall's vampire ears could pick up the sound. He went invisible, (aren't vampire powers cool?) and went down until he barely hovered over the ground.
"It's meant to tickle, silly!" Prince Gumball laughed, chasing after her. Marshall stuck a jealous foot out and tripped him. He tumbled down face-first into the dirt, leaving Fionna in a laughing fit. Maybe it only works if we're both aware we're near each other… Marshall wondered. He inched slowly to her, but instantly felt the wall that separated him and the blonde haired girl.
"Come on, silly boy." Fionna said, lifting Prince Gumball from the ground. "You've got dirt on your face!" Laughing, she brushed it off. Prince Gumball leaned into her, and their eyes locked for a moment, Fionna's lips parted slightly, and Marshall looked away before it could happen.
"I was her first kiss, though." He muttered, with somewhat satisfaction.
"Oh my Glob," Lumpy Space Prince moaned excitedly as the dark brown glass bottle began to slow drastically to a near stop in front of him. Fionna's pace instantly quickened. She did not want to kiss LSP and his pathetic excuse of a mustache on his upper lip. The bottle nearly stopped, but spun just a tad bit to the left, pointing at Marshall. Her cheeks instantly flared as heat rushed to them.
"Seven minutes in Heaven!" Tree Stump, the elderly elephant exclaimed, clapping, his wrinkles flapping. Cake shot a venomous look at the vampire boy as he lead the blushing girl away from the circle into the supply closet. By the sound of the heavy breathing outside the door, LSP was trying to peek into the hole.
"Marshall," Fionna said eyes wide in the dim lighting. "I've never kissed anyone before!" she wrung her blue shirt, staring at the dark haired boy.
"Well," Marshall said softly, "we don't have to kiss if you don't want to. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." The bunny-hat girl squealed, visibly pleased by the tender action. Scrambling in the small closet, the Fionna could feel every spot where she had contact with the Vampire King. She then found a little tattered piece of paper and a drying-out marker. IOU was hastily scratched onto it, and Fionna gave it to Marshall.
"Thanks, Marshy" he cringed at the nickname.
"One minute!" LSP yelled, Fionna looked up and Marshall. Her big blue eyes looked so pretty in the dim light. She couldn't stop staring at him, his eyes so full of adoration.
"Marshall?" Fionna said softly, gesturing for him to come closer.
"Yes, Fionna?" Of course, he never got to say all of her name, because her lips had already crashed onto his for a short moment. The door opened, and the two were instantly apart. Fionna was the first out while Marshall sulked out. If you weren't in the closet with them, you wouldn't ever have known what happened.
Looking into Prince Gumball's eyes, Fionna could see the sweet compassion in them. The feather flower he chased her around with lay discarded on the ground. PG's hands find a place in the small of her back and she trails fingers up his chest and around his neck.
Fionna's lips part slightly, and as PG leaned in, her eyes slid shut. She waited a moment for his lips, but was greeted with a sweet kiss on the neck, making her giggle a bit at the sudden warmth.
"Okay, okay, I'll be serious now," Prince Gumball said. He leaned into Fionna again, but she was out of the mood already.
"Nah, let's just pick flowers- no tickling!" She wandered back into the garden.
For some weird reason, Fionna looked back at PG, and saw the ankle-high grass near him suddenly flatten. "Prince!" she screamed, and tackled him to the ground in a protective manner.