Chapter 7: Hot Soup

Flara sat at her desk, glancing at the empty seat beside her. Where was Finn?

She raised her hand.

"Yes, Pyros?" Mr. Doge asked, glancing up from his book.

"Uhm, Finn…" She mumbled shyly. But Bonnie spoke up.

"OH GLOB FINN ISN'T HERE!" She cried out. Flara narrowed her eyes, but she turned away when she felt Bubblegum's smirk burn in her direction. The fire-loving girl tapped her hand on the wooden desk angrily. This pink girl was gonna get cut.

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Finn groaned and placed his hand over his head and muted the annoying laugh of SpongeBob. He reached for his ringing cell-phone and coughed as he answered.

"Hello?"

"OHMYGLOBFINNYIMISSEDYOUWHEREHAVEYOUBEEN~?!" A girlish voice squealed. Finn almost dropped his phone as he clutched his aching ear which felt like it was bleeding.

"Who is this?" He grumbled sleepily. A loud gasp sounded on the other line, followed by some sniffles, obviously fake.

"It's me, Bonnibel Bubblegum. How could you not recognize me?" She sobbed. Finn tensed up. How in Grod's name had she gotten his number? He shrugged it off and gave a fake-chuckle.

"Uhm, Hi BB. I was asleep, so can I call you back?" He asked, making sure to cough loudly and sneeze as well. He heard Bonnie whisper something to a friend, to hear them laugh so hard they snorted. Finn rolled his eyes and cleared his throat. "So?"

Bonnibel snorted. "No way, Finny-kins. We need to talk about our relationship." Finn's eye twitched.

"Ohh…uh, ok." He stuttered. Were they dating? Meh.

"Ok, you're taking me to the dance, and ditching that Flara chick." And with that, she hung up. Finn growled and pulled the covers over his head and fell back sleep.

When Finn was awoken again, he saw yellow and orange haired figures appeared through the door.

"Finn!" The orange-haired female voice gasped.

"Flara?" He yawned, followed by a sneeze.

"Here," She stuttered, gripping her grocery bug put placing it in his hands. "I brought you some soup."

Finn blushed. Flara's cheeks heated as well but she opened up the package and began to pull out a spoon.

Suddenly Finn smirked.

"I'm too weak to feed myself…" He groaned. "Can you do it?"

Flara blushed, but slowly began feeding him. Fionna watched in awe, trying to ignore the heat in her cheeks while she silently prayed for Marshall to get sick.

A/N: Yay! Short chapter, its 9:04 where I am, so…ahem. Enjoy this chapter and the last update for this week! See you next Friday!

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