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Chapter 8:Bad Mornings

"CAKE?! ARE YOU OK? Are you hurt? Did you get your tail stuck in the oven again?" I asked as I rushed towards her.

Cake had a mixture of horror and amusement on her face as she looked me up and down. I was still wearing what I wear when I sleep; which consists of a t-shirt that Marshall and I had gotten at a concert last summer and a pair of undies.

"What?" I asked baffled by her expression.

"Oh dear, I should have mentioned that we had a guest." Cake replied shyly.

I wasted no time in nose diving behind the couch.

"OH MY GLOB CAAAKE!" I screamed.

Cake let out a squeaky laugh and busied herself with breakfast.

"Would you like some pancakes PG?" she mewed.

Prince Gumball?! Oh Glob please tell me he didn't notice me, please tell me he didn't notice me...as usual. The last part struck me angry.

"No thank you Cake, I just came by to drop off yours and Fionna's invitations personally." He said hastily. Chancing to look up, I tried to calm the knots in my stomach-that suddenly didn't make me feel so hungry anymore-and straighten out the horrified look I'm sure my face was wearing.

"Hey PG! What a nice surprise of you to show up this early! I'm sooooo happy you're here!" I said a little to enthusiastically as I popped my head up from behind the couch. Prince Gumball looked undisturbed,as if the bedtime/morning undie issue had not even happened. I sighed, re-leaved. BUT then again...if something like that hadn't gotten his attention, I really must be invisible to him. Or he is just stupid oblivious.

Cake, sensing my obvious awkwardness (but apparently not obvious enough for PG), asked:

"What are the invitations for Gumball? You just threw a ball last night!."

"Oh! They are for a little picnic I have planned the day after tomorrow! I want everyone to come! It's going to be great!" Gumball held out the invitations expectantly.

I refused to move from behind the couch.

Thankfully Cake swooped in to save the day and took the invitations from Gumball's possession.

Just then the windows burst open and a figure stood in the darkest corner of the room.

"Glob dammit! Ow-ughh!"

I'd recognize that voice anywhere.

"MARSHALL?!" Great, can my morning get any worse?

"In the burning flesh." Marshall said, stepping out of the corner. He was wearing all black, and carrying a red umbrella which I'm not too sure if he actually made use of it. My heart started thrumming faster.

Marshall started reclining in the air swinging his umbrella lazily back and forth. "So whats the haps? I see that ya'll are having a little get together with out me...now that's just not...nice."

Marshall took in the scene of the living room with scrutiny. Gumball with his mouth gaping open, in shock...Cake rushing over to shut the window and close the curtains...and then finally his gaze raked over me, and the corner of his fanged mouth turned up into a mischievous smile.

Aw Glob...

The temperature in the room dropped considerably and I found myself wishing not for the first time that morning that I had worn sleep pants to bed.

Turning his attention back to PG he said "Hey Gummy, you better close your mouth before something flies in it."

Gumball, snapping his mouth shut replied "Oh honestly, calm down. I sent your invitation via Banana Guard. Also, no need for you to be rude." He started tapping his foot. "But clearly sense you are not at your home where any sensible person would be at this hour-"

"YOU'RE not in your fluffy castle." Marshall retorted, cutting him off.

"-I might as well tell you what's going on." Gumaball picked up, ignoring Marshall. "I am hosting a picnic and everyone is invited. Don't worry, its going to be right after sunset so you wont have to worry about the sun. However, everyone must bring a food choice of their own. That way everyone can taste a little bit of everyone!" He practically shook with giddiness.

But Marshall didn't seem to be paying attention...because he was too busy looking at me.

"Nice shirt Fi." He said quietly. I looked down at the shirt and it brought back memories of the summer before. A Day to Remember was one of our favorite bands. In fact, it was Marshall who introduced me to them.

"Marshall were you even listening to me?" Gumball was growing very impatient, I could see the steam coming out of his ears.

"Calm down Gummy. Hey Fionna, why are you standing behind the couch?" Though the look on his face with that smile told me that somehow he already knew.

"I-uh...Because I want too." It was the first time I've spoken for a minute and I sounded like a complete idiot.

"Ha-Ha. She told you." Gumball replied sounding quite pleased with himself.

Marshall looked like he was about to explode with laughter. "Ha-Ha? THAT was your comeback?!"

Gumballs cheeks looked pinker than usual. "I can only take you in small doses Marshall. I will see you tomorrow. Bye Cake, bye Fionna!" and with one last glare at Marshall, he walked out.

"Well...breakfast anyone?" Cake asked. "I done made up a monster breakfast and ain't nobody gonna eat it?!"

"No thanks Cake Pop. But I will snatch one of these.." he was referring to a bowl of straberries on the counter. "You know what? I think I'll just take all of them."

"But-" Cake started and tried to jump for the bowl.

Marshall lifted the bowl higher in the air as he floated through the room. "I believe I should be on my way...I'll see ya'll tomorrow. Hmm...I wonder if Sweet Tart got invited..." Marshall glanced over at me and winked. He came close enough to me so that only I could here what he said next:

"Nice undies Fionna."

And with that he laughed flew back out of the window Cake closed moments before and left Cake with cold breakfast, and me mortified, and angry that he had to mention Sweet Tarts name.

"What was so funny?" Cake asked.

"Nothing. I'm not hungry. In fact, I'm going back upstairs and try to restart the day." This time, coming downstairs wearing actual clothes...