Love is like an apple. Somehow you are left to the decision of buying 1 of two apples. You have a glowing, luscious, bright red apple, or you have the other, a dark, dull, maroon apple. The person trying to sell this apple, proceeds to lean you toward the bright, luscious looking apple, but how do you know that it is delicious and sweet?
You might be tricked by someone's word. So how do you know, if you don't taste both apples for yourself?
This can be said for people as well. How do you truly know what a person is like, based on simple things like their appearance? You have to truly taste a person, to understand who they are. And like an apple, if you find it sweet you will crave more.
Maybe that bright, delicious apple is sour, and the apple that was dark and dull, was sweet?
In the end it is your choice, to chose. Which apple will you crave more of?
Gumball had been off his game, ever since being rejected by Fionna. He would stay in his bedroom, pacing back in forth, in pure anger. He just couldn't come to terms of how Fionna could reject HIM! He was one of the most desirable prince's in the Land of Ooo. So as to what right did she have to DENY HIM! And Marshall Lee, who was HE to say that he couldn't have Fionna! Who was this Old bag of dust to say that he couldn't have HER?
Gumball's rage grew and grew, as he paced around his room. His mind being observant and calculating of all the pieces he had to play. He would have her. Soon he stopped his pacing, as a sadistic smile spread across his pink face, as he began laughing, his tone full of insanity.
Prince Gumball walked out of his bedroom, coming across one of his servants, and giving them one simple order.
"I need you to bring me someone, I will be waiting in my room working, as you locate them and bring them here." He spoke authority in his tone.
"Yes, but who sir?" Peppermint Maid asked hesitantly. Gumball smiled sadistically again speaking once more. "I need you to bring me a witch. Her name is Ashley." Gumball said before walking back to his room and starting work on his greatest plan.
Fionna had kept herself busy for the past few weeks, avoiding two of her best friends in the process.
Gumball, she avoided due to the fact that she could tell that he still liked her, and anytime she was in the Candy Kingdom, she could feel him watching her. It something that made her skin crawl, and as much as she cared for Gumball she could not stand his oddness.
Marshall Lee she avoided like the plague, because of her realization that there friendship couldn't be the same if she harbored such strong feelings for him. And let me tell you Fionna's feelings were indeed VERY strong. No matter what she did, or what she thought about, her mind led her to Marshall Lee. This would cause her to loose focus on whatever task she was doing.
Fionna felt like a love sick puppy, and she had never felt this way before, not even when she had her crush on Gumball. Yes this was much worse, and maybe it meant something. Fionna knew she would have to come out and confess her feelings to Marshall sooner or later, but after being shot down by Gumball so many times, her self confidence was low and she could not find the courage to approach Marshall about the topic.
So she avoided him, anytime she was out and he would find away to show up, she would rush away, leaving him dumbfounded. She felt her heart ache when she would do this. That voice in her head ringing like a bell, repeating the same thing over and over again; 'You love him, why are you running.'
Of course at the point her very cleaver cat sister caught onto the fact that the girl was having boy problems. And Cake finally decided that it was time to talk to her about it.
"Honey, can you come down here. We need to talk baby." Cake called from the living room of their tree house. Fionna came down, like a normal Fionna would and so far things were good.
"Sup Cake?" Fionna asked sitting down on the couch in front of Cake nonchalantly. Cake took a breath before speaking, "Okay baby, what is up with you? Everysince the ball you haven't been acting the same. I don't like you hiding things from me." Fionna's eyes darted down, before looking up at the guilty look being giving by Cake.
"Well, The day after the ball... You see... Gumball said he liked me. Like LIKED me..." Fionna paused, giving Cake a chance to respond and she did. "OH BABY! I'm so happy, you said yes didn't you. WHY AREN'T YOU IN THE ARMS OF YOUR MAN!" Cake was getting excited, she dreamed of the day that Gumball would realize that he liked Fionna, and the two would live happily ever after and junk like that.
"Cake! Wait, it isn't like that I said I didn't like him like that." Those words stopped Cake mid dance. Before she began, "You said no! What, but Honey... I thought that's what you wanted..?" Cake said looking a bit confused and maybe a bit crushed.
"I did, when I was 13, but now... I realized I don't like him like that anymore..." Fionna muttered quietly, loud enough for Cake to hear though.
"Then at the ball... Oh honey, don't tell me that... that you... No. No. No. No. No." Cake said coming to the realization of who she did like. "Baby, why? Why him. He isn't worth your time." Cake said to the now shy and timid Fionna.
Fionna was blushing and avoiding eye contact, she couldn't deny what she felt inside. "Cake, I just I don't know..." Fionna said pulling her legs up to her chest on the couch and resting her head on her knees.
Her she was once again, confused and on the couch that seems to settle and stir her emotions.
Cake felt guilty, who was she to tell Fionna who not to like. "I'm sorry baby," She begun as she sat next to her holding her. "If you care that much stop avoiding him. Just let him know." Cake said smiling.
Fionna looked up, before speaking, "but what if he doesn't like me. What if he just see's me as some kid. I can't Cake, Marshall just won't. I'm not his type!" Fionna cried, her face pink and her breathing quickening. Cake just shook her head chuckling.
"Oh honey, but isn't that what love is about, taking a risk?" Cake just got up and made her way to the kitchen.
Fionna pondered on her statement, before rising to her feet. Cake came back into views holding a cup of water, before laughing and speaking. "Well, what are you waiting for. Go." Cake smiled a catty grin, which made Fionna smile as well.
Fionna nodded, "Yeah." She grabbed her backpack and rushed out the door, making her way quickly to Marshall Lee's little cave was.
And for once in her strange little life, her body and mind felt as if they were in sync with what they were doing.
Marshall was awaken to loud knocks at his door, he hadn't been sleeping well the past few nights and when he finally finds away to get sleep it is quickly interrupted.
He got out of his bed in nothing but his clad red and black boxers. Running a hand through his black messy hair, he opened the door and irritatedly spoke "What!" His eyes widened to the girl in front of him,a Fionna bent over panting, trying to find air to breath, before she looked up and blushed a bit.
"... Hi..." She got out in pants. He moved aside letting her in, as she caught her breath.
Something in Marshall made him happy seeing her there in his house, catching her breath from the run over to his home.
Fionna had finally caught her breath, before noticing what Marshall was wearing. The blush crept onto her cheeks.
Marshall chuckled at the sight, never before had she ever been so embarrassed. Maybe he would walk around in nothing but his boxers more often.
"G-go put on clothes..." Fionna said closing her eyes, her blush darkening, the longer she was forced to stay in the presence of a practically naked man.
"Haha fine, such a kill joy Fi." Marshall said walking to his room, grabbing a pair of pants slipping them on and a gray tank-top and throwing that on, before floating back to Fionna, who still had her eyes closed. He floated extremely close, kissing her cheek, before whispering in her ear, "You can open your eyes now." Fionna slowly fluttered her eyes open, a darker blush had made it's way onto her face.
"Thank you..." She sighed, a smile on her face nonetheless. Marshall sat down next to her on the couch and there was a moment of silence.
"So what made you come here so suddenly?" He asked breaking the silence, of course he was curious. What could Fionna be thinking in that beautiful head of hers.
Fionna turned to him smiling, "My couch finally knocked some since into me with the help of a cat." Marshall was a bit confused by the riddle she had just spoken, and gave her a puzzling look. Which only made her giggle. "I realized something, Marsh," She said before taking a deep breath, "You know you're one of my best friends."
Those words stung a bit to Marshall, deep inside he didn't want that he wanted to be more than friends.
"And you know, that I care about you deeply," She paused the blush back and darker than ever. "And maybe... Sometimes, I wonder if we would ever be more than friends."
Marshall felt his eyes widen, and move a bit closer to her. "I used to wonder if I was scared of being shot down, and that I had no self confidence or courage to face you Marsh, but I realized that being here with you now has nothing to do with self confidence or courage, it's all about if I truly love you..." She spoke her voice shaking and growing hush.
Marshall couldn't believe his ears, and he could feel himself growing anxious, as if everything was building up, just to spill at the seams.
"Marshall, I guess.. in short.. I like-" And in one instant Fionna's words ceased, her eyes widened as she felt Marshall's lips crash onto hers, and press into her in urgency. She blushed furiously, before falling into the kiss. Resting her hands on his chest, as his hand cupped her face into them, as they kissed, the kiss growing deeper and more passionate as the seconds passed.
And deep down in the corners of both of their minds, this is what they wanted, what they were in need of.
Finally a few minutes later, they broke apart slowly, breathing softly, before looking into eachothers eyes and smiling,
"Oh glob Fi, you have no idea how long I've waited to do that." Marshall said leaning his forehead against hers, Fionna giggled still flustered from the kiss.
Fionna ran her fingers through his hair, as he rested on her. "So when did you realize it?" Marshall asked his eyes closed as he laid his head in her lap.
"You mean how long have I been in denial of it." Fionna laughed, Marshall and her had been asking each other questions for a few hours. It was so peaceful, and it made both of them relax. And not long after Marshall fell asleep from lack of sleep, and Fionna drifted to sleep with him. Nothing wrong in their cozy little life, wishing they could have this moment for life.
And everything was peaceful, relaxing and still in their world. But as the saying goes;
"It's always calm, before a storm."
[A/N So haha I wanted to make this longer, but my procrastination really puts me in this mood. I really tried to get this done, because I didn't want you guys to wait to long.
MWAHAHA I'm bringing Ashely into the story, and PRINCE GUMBALL IS A BADGUY! Who knew? Lol I'm making the good, or so I think.
My mom tried to go through my computer and read my stories. No way. Wasn't going to let that happen.
In other news. Today is Monday March 5th. And I have the rest of this week of school and then I'm off for one week of Spring Break. Much needed rest will come but before that on Wednesday I have a English Exam, that counts against my GPA and man I'm excited.
And then next Wednesday I get my braces off! OHMAIGWAD! I'm so excited for that. My older sister got her's off a few months ago, and now it's my turn.
I updated my picture on Fanfiction today as well. I was over due for a new one.
Spring Break will give me a lot of time to focus on this story.
I guess that it for now? I'll update sometime next week I promise my darlings. Heart Heart Love Love :]
-xoxo Angii ]