Fionna's POV
It was the night of the ball, and I was ready to put Marshall Lee's plan into motion. I out on a short, sleeveless purple dress and headed off to the Candy Kingdom. When I arrived, I immediately went to find Gumball. He wore his usual pink attire. "Hey, Gumball," I called.
He turned around. "Hey, Fionna. How have you been? Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure," I followed him into the corridor and stood next to him. "So, what's up?"
"Well, I thought about what you said on our last date…" he started.
"You did?" I said hopefully. Mabye he was going to apologize for acting so immature. Maybe I should go find Marshall Lee and call of the plan. Maybe he would say sorry for…
"And I forgive you." he finished.
I snapped back to reality. "You forgive me?" I said in disbelief.
"Sure I do. It's not your fault that you went off like that. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I wasn't willing to put up with a little whining every now and then, right?"
"Yeah, I guess, but when I yelled at you…" I said quickly.
"But," he interrupted. "You're going to have to try and stopping doing that. No one likes it when people throw tantrums like that. It's kind of embarrising to have your girlfriend throw a fit. You have to stop that."
I stood there, mouth a gap. Was Gumball lecturing me to stop whining? A day hadn't gone by when I didn't have to deal with Gumball sniveling and moaping because of something someone had said. Was he really lecturing me?
"So we're good, right?" he said, clueless of my anger and disbelief.
I put on a fake smile. "Yeah, we're good."
"Great," he responded. "Well, I have to get back to the party. See you later."
He walked off to the ballroom, and I continued to stand there, trying to process what had just happened. Just then, Marshall Lee floated over.
"Hey, I saw Gumball come talk with you. The plan's still on, right?" he asked.
I smiled wickedly. "It's still on." I responded.