A/N: My thanks to my first reviewer, xxCamillaLovesYuhxx! So glad you like the story so far. Okay, so I kinda already wrote the story before I posted it up here, so I can't make any major changes to the plot, but you can give me ideas for another story! :)

Diclaimer: I don't own Adventure Time or its characters. Pendleton Ward does, though!

Chapter 3- Fiona's Point of View

Marshall and Bubba walked away, but I knew they would be watching me and FP. I decided to not pay attention to their shenanigans; I was sick and tired of them trying to control my love life, even though up until now they were my only options.

Flame Prince was hot (no pun intended). His eyes looked into mine, which me made flush. It was like he could see everything.

"Hi. Sorry, didn't mean to startle you with the staring, but I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you are," his voice was soft and deep, which made my skin tingle. I know my cheeks were bright red by now, but I still smiled, liking FP more and more.

He suddenly took a lock of my hair, twirling it around his fingers and studying it. "I've never seen such golden hair. Humans have beautiful hair. Do you remember your human parents?" he asked, looking down into my eyes again.

My cheeks had probably drained the blood from the rest of my body they were so red, but I let him see my eyes, full of sadness and mystery from the question. "I don't remember them. Even Cake, my talking cat sister, doesn't remember them. Her parents found me in the forest, abandoned, one day."

His eyes filled with sympathy, and we stood there in silence. I was ready to change the subject, so I pointed to the gem on his forehead.

"Your gem is beautiful. Were you born with it?" I asked. He smiled and nodded. "Wanna see my gem?" I asked, smiling. He raised his eyebrow (which was a thin line of orange fire) but nodded. I stepped back and drew my ruby sword from my backpack-yes, my backpack is bigger on the inside, but that's another story. It glinted in the sun as I demonstrated some parrying techniques, waving it this way and that. FP's eyes grew wide as he smiled a toothy grin, the type of smile a little boy gives when he sees his first magic trick.

"That sword is awesome. Your gem would totally win in a fight against my gem," FP joked. I laughed, then FP started laughing, too.

We stopped laughing in time to see Marshall and Gumball walking over to us. I put my sword away, remembering how much Marshall wanted to suck the red from it (how does it look savory?).

"So…" Gumball started awkwardly, "you two seem to be getting along quite swimmingly, huh?" He smiled a fake smile and looked around. My jaw dropped at what he had just said. He looked at me and my open mouth for a few minutes, then the smile disappeared. "Oh, my glob, Flame Prince, I didn't mean to say that. I wasn't thinking, I am so sorry," Gumball was breathing hard, but FP was just laughing.

"Don't sweat it, Prince Gumball, I hear those all the time," FP replied, and I laughed. Gumball wasn't relieved by FP's joke, though, but he stopped breathing so loudly. FP looked outside, which was violet with streaks of pink, then at us. "I'm afraid the sun has set. Good night, Marshall. Good night, Fiona, and may you remain glorious as ever," FP said, making me blush.

"Come, Flame Prince. Let me show you to your room," Gumball said, and they left, but not before Gumball could throw another weird glance at Marshall. When the two were out of earshot, I turned to Marshall, frustrated.

"That's the second time today he's looked at you like that. Marshall, you and Gumball can't control my love life anymore," I protested, looking up to stare into his eyes.

Marshall smiled, and my anger disappeared. "Fiona, you're gonna get wrinkles worrying about me and Bubba," he took my hand. "How about we go for a ride after this?" he asked, looking down to look into my eyes. I couldn't say no to those dark eyes, nearly black. Marshall once told me every time he had seen something he would never forget, his eyes became a shade darker, and that was why they were nearly black. At first I didn't believe him, but after we had been through so much together, his eyes had gotten darker. Right now I was ready to believe his story, and I gave a small nod. He smiled, and his fingers brushed my cheek. I blushed, and wondered if I would ever stop blushing when Gumball sauntered through the door, stopping when he saw me and Marshall. The vampire quickly moved his hand and stepped away, clearing his throat.

"So…" I started awkwardly, "what kind of business are you discussing with Flame Queen?" I asked. Gumball cocked an eyebrow at me, knowing I only asked him that to break the silence.

"Well, Flame Queen wants to throw a ball for Flame Prince's eighteenth birthday, and he wanted to throw it here," Gumball explained, gesturing to the giant entrance hall we were standing in. It was big enough to be a ballroom, now that I think about it. But I almost choked on my saliva when he had said "eighteenth".

"He's turning eighteen?" I asked, surprised at his age. I thought he was at least twenty, but instead he was my age. "When is the ball?" I asked.

"It's in two weeks, more or less. The Queen and I will be making arrangements and plans," Gumball explained, then pursed his lips, thinking. He gasped and looked up, his eyes widening. "I have to talk to her right now! She's waiting for me. Oh, glob, I'm gonna get it if I'm late. Uh, bye, guys," and with that Gumball ran out of the room and down the hall. When he was gone Marshall turned to me, a devious smile on his face.

"How about that ride?"