A/N: So, hi. This chapter is going to be a doozy, even I held my breath. Just, brace yourself.

Disclaimer: Is Pendleton Ward a lady? A nerd maybe, but definitely male. I do not own Adventure Time! (Wish I did.)

Chapter 4-Fiona's Point of View

Marshall morphed into a demon, I climbed on his back, and we were off. We flew over the Ice Kingdom, Library Kingdom, and the Breakfast Kingdom, finally landing on a giant tree nestled into a cliff. The branches were huge, some being thicker than demon-Marshall; he landed on one of the thick branches, shielded by trees but giving off a great view of the sky.

A few minutes after we sat down, Marshall suddenly scooted really close to me so our legs were brushing against each other. I turned my head to find him staring at me, but instead of turning away he looked deep into my eyes.

"What're you doin'?" I muttered, smiling.

"Looking at a beautiful girl. Is that a crime?" he asked, grinning back.

"No, I suppose it isn't," I murmured, looking away. Marshall's hand then cupped the side of my face, making me look into his eyes, and his smile faded.

"I've been alive for a very long time, and never have I seen a more beautiful girl than you, Fiona. Inside and out. It's why I…" he stopped midsentence and started leaning in, slowly closing his eyes. I freaked; what was I supposed to do? I gulped silently and closed my eyes, leaning in as well.

Then I stopped and asked, "It's why you what?"

Marshall froze, dumbstruck. He opened his eyes and sat there for a long time, just looking at me. "It's why I-"

"DON'T YOU TOUCH HER!" Cake's voice scared the math out of me and Marshall, and I must admit I screamed. By the time Cake -and Prince Gumball- stepped onto the branch of the tree, the two of us were ten feet apart. Gumball's mouth was opening and closing repeatedly, like a fish out of water.

Cake was practically steaming as she made her way to me, looking at me and checking for glob-knows-what. "I'm fine," I concluded, and she believed me. Then she stomped to Marshall.

"What did you do to my baby? She better not become one of you, y'all are just creepy and pale, and-" Cake went on ranting for five minutes, then thankfully stopped to catch her breath.

"Please, Cake, you know I wouldn't do anything to Fiona that I would regret, and she doesn't look pale to you, does she? Honestly, she is seventeen, and next year she becomes a woman, meaning she is no longer your 'baby'. If I was to take her to my house, then snuggle on the couch to watch a movie, then head upstairs-" he glanced at Gumball, who was as red as the fire on Flame Queen's head, "-I could do so, because Fiona would be old enough to make her own decisions," he finished, looking right at Cake. I was biting my lip, knowing he would regret his speech but loving him for trying to speak up.

"Why, I ought to-you know what? You're right, Fiona can make her own decisions. So, Fiona-" she turned to me, "What's your decision?"

I felt like I had been hit in the gut. Cake's question ran through my mind, playing over and over. "I, uh, I choose…" My heart was pounding so loud I wondered if anyone else could hear it. Gumball was biting his tongue, his eyes filled with anxiety. Marshall's eyes were emotionless, but I knew he felt like Gumball on the inside. I looked at Cake to find confusion in her eyes. Confusion? She looked scared, anxious to learn who I really loved.

Silence will fall when the question is asked.

No, this time it's the who-do-you-want-to-spend-the-rest-of-your-life-with question, and I hated it. Direct Marshall or Gumball or whomever. No more avoiding it, no more distractions to keep me from answering.

I would've immediately screamed, "Marshall!", but I had just met Flame Prince, and I still didn't know how I felt about him.

So instead of explaining my new predicament to them, I pulled out my sword and jumped off the branch; I was flying through the air, then I jabbed my sword into the trunk of the tree, abruptly stopping my free fall as I swung and was thrown into a hole. I landed on my back and groaned, then became silent. I quietly stood up and walked around-yes, the tree hole was that big. The hole became a small cave in the side of the cliff, but as I kept walking an orange glow appeared from a distance. Could it be? I kept walking to find Flame Prince himself meditating in the cave.

"Uh, hi," I said meakly, but as he heard me his eyes opened abruptly and he jumped to his feet.

"Hi, Fiona. Didn't think I'd see you here," he said, chuckling. I put away my sword and we sat down across from each other.

He studied my face for a long time, looking into my eyes before he said, "There's something wrong, isn't there? I can sense it in your aura."

I opened my mouth, ready to explain. "Well, Marshall tried to kiss me then Cake showed up and yelled at him, with Prince Gumball there the whole time. Then Marshall went off about my decisions and upstairs, and Cake asked me to choose. She asked the question," I muttered, looking down.

FP thought about what I said and took my hands in his; Flame Prince's orange hands were warm, so warm they almost melted my troubles. "Did you answer her question?"

"No, I couldn't do it," I replied, sighing.

He lifted my head with his fingertips and looked directly into my eyes, which were bright and soft, kind and wise. "What's your answer?" he leaned close to me and whispered.

I drew in my breath, prepared to tell him; I felt like I could tell Flame Prince anything. "I've only just met you, but…" I murmured, stopping mid-sentence.

Our foreheads were touching when he asked in a faint voice, "But what?"

I can't run from this question any longer.

"But, I think it's you," I whispered, and our lips locked in a warm rush.

A/N: Eek! I know, right? Okay, Fiolee or Fiona-and-Gumball fans, please don't stop reading. Take into consideration that there may be a plot twist later. Spoilers. :)