A/N: SO I GATHER YOU ALL LIKED THE LAST CHAPTER! IT WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE CUZ ALL I"M GOOD AT IS ANGST.

Abbidon: You brought up a point i'm actually having trouble with. I'm not a prankster by nature so my writing tends to meander away from the pranks and go to the drama. I'm working on it i promise! as far as length. the last chapter was one of my longest lol. I tend to write short pieces and even writing as much as 1200 words is sometimes hard for me. Also thank you for the in depth review with actual critique! you make me so happy T_T

another general note. am i the only person that finds it distracting when people capitalize every word they type?

THANKS FOR ALL THE FAVES AND FOLLOWS YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME

"So, wait, wait, wait. Let me get this straight." Marshall said, mirth clearly evident in his voice. And also he just got done laughing uncontrollably. "He told you, basically, that he's in love with you and you just shoved him and ran away?" His smile was so big it looked almost painful and he burst into laughter again.

"He wouldn't let go of meee" she groaned into the couch. His laughter only got louder until she looked up with a tiny smile on her face. "Okay so maybe it's a little funny." she relented. She sighed and rolled over onto her back, head still propped up on the arm of the couch. "I'm hungry" Her belly punctuated the statement with a loud gurgle.

He looked over at her and was once again slapped in the face with the long , lean-but-muscular, satin-clad figure of his bestest of besties. "Me too" he breathed. But he wasn't hungry for red. He had to fight this, though. Because she was his best bud, and she needed friends right now. "Hey, Fi."

"Yeah?"

"Nice panties" Her face turned that oh-so-very-enticing shade of pink and she pulled the skirt back down to her thighs again.

"Marshall you TARD! Give me my clothes back!" She tackled the vampire to the ground and threw a punch (which he easily caught).

"Nope" he said. "You get to dress like that for a week and a half."

"Why?" She pouted.

"Because my hair was all messed up for that long."

"Boo!" she frowned. He ran a calloused thumb over her lips before he thought about it and she slapped his hand away from her face. He began to float up from his spot on the floor taking the girl with him and righting them. He set her gently on the floor and reclined once again on the air.

"So what do you want to eat, girly?"she threw her hands up and shouted.

"Spaghetti!" so she went in the kitchen and rustled around in the fridge pulling out some spaghetti Cake must have left in the fridge, dumped it in a baking dish and shoved it in the oven.

"Look at you, even able to make your own dinner now" Marshall mocked and quickly dodged the spoon that was thrown at his head. "one of these days you're actually gunna do some damage, squirt." He rubbed the top of her head as she squeaked at him in protest.

Fionna's week and a half of scantily clad torture was up and she was ready to get back at that slack-jawed vamp tramp. She had a plan of attack and was just waiting for the opportunity to implement it. That was the tricky part though. Marshall Lee had stuck around the WHOLE time she had had her new wardrobe. He claimed it was to make sure she wasn't buying herself new clothes but she wasn't entirely convinced. She had caught him staring more than once and he had not come out unscathed.

"Fionna, my eyeballs are not punching bags!" He'd angrily insisted one night when she had clocked him good.

"Well then keep em off my lady parts and on my face, perv!" She had replied, shaking her fist at him. He held a cool palm to his face and frowned grumpily at her.

"I wasn't aware legs were considered 'lady parts'" He stated without particularly thinking about it, pretty much affirming Fionna's suspicions.

"So you were staring?" She said with a triumphant look above crossed arms.

"Whatever, by the way your clothes are in the attic." He said sourly. His mood was pretty much shot. Marshall lee didn't much like being punched in the face. He left for his own home without even so much as a 'good bye' to Fionna. Fionna didn't mind, however. If that jerk butt wanted to be a grump he could do it somewhere else. Besides, he had to go home so she could prank the bejeezus out of him.

She went to the attic and found a box stuffed full of her clothes. Also on the very top was the very first costume she had been forced to wear. There was a note pinned to it.

"You should keep this one, it looked good on you.

ML"

She blushed and shoved it further into the box and dragged it back down to her bedroom. While she was stuffing all her clothes back where they belong (and that stupid satin nightmare Marshall forced on her down deep in the depths of her dresser never to see the light of day again) she muttered under her breath. Why were all the guys being stupid? Even Marshall Lee had been acting weird. Well, weirder. It made her uncomfortable. She wished things would just go back to normal, so that her head could stop spinning in the clouds and her tummy would settle the math down so that maybe she could eat more than a little nibble here or there. Pranks should help with that. Lots and lots of pranks.

She gave it a few days, quietly amassing and preparing the proper amount of plastic wrap. She might have just outdone herself this time. It was brilliant! Ok, so maybe the maze had taken a little more finesse and the string had been interesting, but this would be so funny! She made her way over to the vampires humble abode one day while he was sleeping and began to wind the clear film around and around and around his house. blocking shut every door and window with layer upon layer of plastic wrap. He'd get quite the surprise when he woke up this night.

On her way home she ran into the candied prince on his way, ironically, to see Fionna at her tree house. She tried to remain inconspicuous, not quite ready to face the pink royal yet, but all her hopes were dashed as she heard him call out to her.

"Oh, Fionna, is that you?" she winced and turned around.

"Oh hi Gumball," she said curling her hand in a little, half-hearted wave.

"I was just on my way to your domicile. I've been anxious to see you since our last... parting." he said as he drew closer to her. "How have you been?" he asked genuinely, his deep purple eyes once again sucking her in. She turned quickly, not wanting to fall into the same trap as last time, and he fell into step beside her.

"I've been..." she heaved a mighty sigh and hunched into herself. "I've been okay." They reached the tree and she opened the door. "You wanna come in?" He favored her with a small smile.

"Of course." He said following her inside. She plopped on the couch and he sat beside her, leaving enough space to be proper, so he wouldn't spook her again. "As I was saying before, how have you been? I meant to come by sooner, but my royal duties got in the way." She was curling into herself again, her face screwed up like she was in pain.

"It's just been stupid, dude." And suddenly she relaxed, her head rolling back onto the back of the low couch and her arms flailing wide then coming to rest at her side. "And exhausting." she added with closed eyes.

"Oh?" The prince prompted delicately. She laboriously rolled her head over to look at him with big eyes and she replied dramatically.

"Marshall Lee replaced all my clothes." Gumball chuckled lightly.

"Remind me to ask him for photos."

"Ugh, Gumball, seriously?" she waved it off before he could reply, "Anyway, he replaced my clothes. Why does he even have so much girl clothes anyway? That perv. And then Flint showed up, which was fine til he saw Marshall and flipped out."

"He got angry merely because of Marshall's presence? How infantile." Fionna winced a bit.

"Well, the clothing Marshall swapped with mine were... a little more revealing than what I usually wear. And also Marsh took the clothes that I left on the floor right after my shower..." She trailed off but Gumball got the gist of it.

"So he assumed Marshall Lee would just disregard your privacy." He summed up.

"We got in a fight." She sighed, "And he dumped me. And I dumped him back, and hence all the stupid."

After all the emotional talk, Fionna decided that she needed some munchies and a movie.

"Wanna hang out and watch a movie PG?"

"Certainly!" He replied with gusto. Alone together watching a movie. Possibly in the dark. What man in their right mind would turn that down? Fi grabbed some popcorn and BMO and started the movie.

About halfway through she was beginning to fall asleep. All that touchy-feely crap really took it out of her. She yawned sleepily and struggled to keep her eyes open, but to no avail. Every now and then she'd startle herself awake, but the instances were growing fewer and far-between. As she snoozed Gumball continued to watch the movie, glancing at the girl every once in a while. She looked so delicate in sleep. Her hat had come undone, he'd noticed, and her hair was falling into her face. He reached over to gently tuck it back where it belonged and she sighed into his touch, unconsciously scooting towards the heat source now touching her face.

He tentatively placed an arm around her shoulders and drew her to his side, where she happily nestled into the soft cloth adorning his torso. A warmth swelled in the prince as he cuddled with the sleeping girl and let the movie continue to play.