Fionna's POV
After the fiasco with Gumball, I needed some advice. I didn't want to talk to Cake about this. She was Gumball's biggest fan. Whenever I tried to talk to her about his whining, she would argue that he was just sensitive and that was part of his charm. I did not want to hear someone ramble on and one about everything that was great about him right now. So, I headed over to Marshall Lee's house. If anyone was going to agree with me about Gumball, it was Marshall. He was constantly calling him a wuss and teasing him about wearing pink and how much he whined. I definitely wanted to hear that right now.
I arrived outside his house at around 2 pm. If he didn't want to burn up in the sun, he'd definitely be home. I entered the cave and walked up to the little purple house. I knocked on the door and waited a few minutes. Finally, the door opened and Marshall floated out.
"Hey, Fionna," he said, smiling. "Aren't you supposed to be on a date with Gumbutt?"
I giggled. Usually, I would be mad at him for calling Gumball that. But today, it made me feel better. "Yeah, that's what I want to talk to you about. Can I come in?"
"Sure," he answered, floating aside. I walked in and set on the couch. He floated over and sat next to me. "So, what's up? You two having relationship issues?"
"Kind of," I sighed. He looked at me expectantly. "I'm just sick of him always whining and sobbing all the time. Does that make me a terrible person?"
"No way," he protested. "No girl should have to put up with the waterworks every second of the day the way Gumball does all the time. I'm surprised you didn't break up with him earlier."
I looked at him in shock. "Really?"
"Yeah. Fionna, Gumball's smart and everything, but he acts like a girl sometimes. Honestly, I don't think anyone would blame you if you just broke up with him."
"You're right," I answered.
"Aren't I always," he teased. Suddenly, his face lit up. "Hey, you want to have some fun with this break-up thing?"
I was about to say no, when I thought about it. Did Gumball really deserve my sympathy? For six years, he ignored my feelings for him and completely blew me off when I tried to tell him how I felt. He finally agrees to go out with me, and he constantly humiliated me with the drama fest and accusing me of being a jerk for saying the tiniest negative thing. What did I owe him? "What do you have in mind," I asked.
He leaned in. "Okay, here's what we're going to do"