A/N: Merry Christmas, everybody! (This might be a bit late, but whatever.) Alrighty, so here's my new chapter, and I need to warn you about stuff. This is where the '"T" for teen' thing comes in. No lemon, but if you can't handle the plot, I perfectly understand if you would stop reading. If you can get through this chapter, you'll make it through the story. :)

Chapter 18- Fiona's, Bonnie's, and Marcy's Point of View (in that order)

I rubbed my eyes and yawned, sitting up in that familiar bed. Last night was a blur of dancing, laughing, and...kissing. Marshall's soft lips and warm smile were imprinted in Fiona's brain as she showered and got dressed, a grin plastered to her face.

"Fiona! Bacon pancakes are hot and on the table!" Cake's voice rang from downstairs, and Fiona licked her lips. But her smile faded as she remembered what Cake had told her last night; she would be moving in with Lord Monochromicorn so they could get serious about their relationship. Although she was happy for Cake, life wouldn't be the same without the cat waking her up and going to bed with her. She would miss Cake's purring at night; her bed was across the room, which was a drawer pulled out and stuffed with blankets. However, Fiona shook off the sorrow, sighed, and headed downstairs to enjoy breakfast with Cake. Their last breakfast as roommates.

"Don't forget to pack your over-night bag, too, Fiona," Cake reminded her, and Fiona's heart froze for a moment, remembering her promise.

"Oh, shoot. It completely slipped my mind," Fiona confessed, squeezing her eyes shut and mentally slapping herself. Cake chuckled.

"Don't worry about it, baby. We all can't have the memory of an elephant," Cake said, and Fiona's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"What are elephants? They seem to me like wise scholars, if their memory really is that good."

Cake inhaled thoughtfully. "You know, I think they were animals that became extinct before the mushroom war. I guess they were intelligent as far as unenhanced animals go. I don't know; it's just an old expression, I guess," Cake answered, picking up the dishes and plopping them in the sink. Fiona looked at them, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

"I'm gonna have to wash those by myself tonight," she muttered, loud enough for Cake to hear. It wasn't the dishes that unsettled her; it was the fact that as she said, she would be doing them alone. Cake looked at her, and she started crying, as well. The two sisters ended up in a warm embrace, but it seemed like minutes were seconds, and Fiona cherished the time with Cake they had spent together before twilight had arrived, and Cake expanded so her many suitcases became tiny and relatively weightless.

"I'm going to miss you!" Fiona called to Cake as she picked up her bags. The cat froze, then continued to scoop the luggage into her arms.

"I love you, Fiona human."

"I love you, Cake the cat." And with that goodbye Cake turned and hurried off towards her new life, while Fiona sniffed and headed inside to pack her bag.

Meanwhile, in the Candy Kingdom (we're going back to dawn)...

Bonnie's eyes opened slowly, then she groaned in recommence of last night. Dancing, laughing, and...kissing. Along with more mature activities expressed after the party. Speaking of which, she attempted to turn around, but found an arm draped across her waist. She smiled and chuckled to herself as she came face-to-face with Prince Gumball, his sleepy eyes staring at her lovingly.

"Good morning, princess," he muttered, giving her a peck on the lips. She caressed his cheek, smiling even wider.

"Good morning, prince. Have fun last night?" Bonnie asked teasingly. At this question Gumball blushed, which caused Bonnie to laugh. But she herself blushed as she realized they weren't clothed, and they could both hear Peppermint Maid's heels clicking towards their door, the wheels of the breakfast cart squeaking. Think, think, think Bonnie pounded her temples with her palms, trying to conceive an idea, when it hit her. With a yelp, she rolled off the bed and became dead silent. Gumball bit his lip, and Peppermint Maid walked in, rolling a cart adorned with all kinds of fanciful treats and teas. She blushed and covered her face when she saw Gumball; he had sat up, causing the covers to fall and his lean chest to be revealed, yet thankfully that was all the poor maid could see.

"Oh, my! I'm so sorry, Prince Gumball, I had no idea you weren't fully clothed. I'll come back later!" and with that she frantically burst from the room, slamming the door shut behind her. A chuckle escaped from Gumball's smiling lips. Sighing, Bonnie climbed back upon the bed and helped herself to the glorious feast; for she was quite frustrated at Prince Gumball, but that shallow anger would soon surpass.

"So, did you have fun last night?" Gumball asked, but he yanked his hands over his mouth after a split-second. Even if he was asking about her time at the ball, his face still turned a deep shade of red, which Bonnie thought was adorable mixed in with his pale,pink face; she laughed.

"I had a wonderful time on both occasions,"Bonnie replied as she stuffed half a scone into her mouth; Bubba took a sip of Earl Grey tea.

"I couldn't have had a more splendid evening, Miss Bonnibel Bubblegum," he remarked, flashing a dramatic smile. They ate breakfast in a comfortable silence, and when they were done, Gumball wrapped a towel around himself and pushed the cart just out of the door. When he turned he saw Bonnie holding up different outfits to her body, biting her lip while deciding.

"I call dibs on the first shower!" she called, racing into the bathroom and locking the door. Bubba growled in slight frustration; he wasn't used to sharing showers, and he certainly wasn't exactly warming up to the idea. But eventually he got over it and picked out an outfit for himself, smiling.

Meanwhile, at Marshall's cave (back again to dawn- jeez I feel like a time traveller or something. Did someone get me a TARDIS?)...

Marcy rubbed her eyes and yawned. Last night had felt like a dream, and she'd never wanted to wake up. It was even better due to the fact that Marshall never took his eyes off of Fiona; they danced all night to the best orchestra ever, their eyes glinting with joy and love. When it was over and the two vampires were flying home, Marshall hadn't even complained about Flame Prince. She smiled as she brushed her hair and dressed; she was still grinning when she flew downstairs to the kitchen, where Marshall was scrubbing the tabletops until they were spotless. The sleeves of his flannel plaid shirt were rolled up to his elbows, and his eyes shone with determination and concentration. His eyebrows were pulled into a tight line, like a thin black rope.

"Good morning, sis. Don't touch anything; food is in the living room," he said through gritted teeth. He was currently fighting a grease stain that had a purplish color. Eww...

"Um... ok, thanks, Marshall," I reply awkwardly, and quickly float into the living room, where red apples, red licorice, and red strawberries sit in bowls on the coffee table. I lick my lips and dig in. A few minutes later Marshall shuffles in, panting. He gives me an exhausted look as he plops on the couch and sucks on an apple.

"So what's with the spring cleaning? In winter?" I ask, and Marshall stares at me like I'm stupid.

"Fiona's coming tonight. Remember? Her dress was blue, so she has to sleep here; the least I could do is tidy up a bit," he explains innocently. I smirk at him.

"Okay, so you want me out of the house so you can get some with Fiona?" I ask, and he nods, his dark eyes never leaving my ruby ones. My smirk widens. "So, I guess I could spend the night at Flame Prince's house."

Marshall's jaw drops to the floor. "NO WAY AM I GOING TO LET YOU SLEEP ANYWHERE NEAR HIM!" he shouts, startling me. He drew back in surprise, probably not aware that it was his voice. I click my tongue and shake my head.

"Now, now; in that case I guess I'll just be the third wheel, then," I threaten lightly.

He sets his jaw and thinks for a long time. Finally he sighs and says, "Well fine, Marcy, you've outwitted your older brother." I squeal and hug him before running upstairs and start packing my bag, blushing after squealing. Tonight will be perfect.