OH MY GLOB! Sorry I haven't uploaded in like, a day. I hate having to wait so I know it's mean of me to make you do so now. But I do have some life.. Ahahaha. I wish (No really I do… I just like writing) I've actually been drawing a bunch (guess what characters? ;P) And stalking adventure time art on tumblr. I got one funny part of this next chapter from this picture I came across that made me laugh, let's see if any of you askfionnaandcake fans recognize it.

Fionna

"Fionna," Marshal called from the other room, "How would you feel if I went through your stuff?" We were at the tree house hanging out until it became dark outside because Marshal Lee's umbrella got ripped when we were flying.

"I would kill you," I replied calmly, dumping a load of strawberries into a bowl and walking into the living room. Marshal Lee wasn't there.

Oh my glob.

"Mar?" I set the strawberries down on the table, glancing around. "Marshal?"

He floated in carrying a pair of white undies with red hearts… MY white undies with red hearts that Cake knitted me for Christmas.

OH MY GLOB!

"Hearts? Really? Haha."

"MARSHAL LEE! WHAT THE HAY HAY?" I lunged at him, fully prepared to thrust the boy into the unforgiving sun, when Cake walked in. She glanced at us, eyes wide, and slowly backed away, closing the door behind her. "I'm going to kill you."

"You can't. I'm already dead," Marhsal Lee stuck his tongue out.

"No you're not."

"How so?"

"Dead people can't blush," I grinned, "And you blush all the time." At this, his pale blue cheeks flushed a deep violet. I knew it would work. "You're doing it right now."

"I-I am not," he stuttered. I was quite surprised. It was so unlike Marshal to stutter, or show any sign of discomfort at all. It felt good having the upper hand for once, and I danced in the leader's spot. I leaned close to him so my breath intertwined with his, and to my great pleasure his entire face began to darken with nervousness.

"I wonder why," I whispered, resting my arms across his chest and leaning into them. "It couldn't be me, could it?"

"D-don't f-flatter yourself." His sarcasm was lost to the tremor in his voice.

Talk about a confidence boost.

Maybe he likes me.

Or maybe he's just scared of that big sword in your hand.

I lay my sword gently on the ground, and his eyes followed my movement.

It's just the sword.

Or maybe it's not, but I don't know if I really want to find out. What would I do if he likes me?

I would thank my lucky stars that someone has feelings for me. Who cares if it's not Gumball?

What do if he doesn't like me?

I grabbed my undies from Marshal's hand and tossed them behind the sofa.

"Don't ever. Go through my stuff. Again." I hurried off him to the table across the room. He lay stunned for a moment before joining me. He lifted a strawberry and sucked the red from it, placing the plain remains back in the bowl and continuing to the next. His cheeks were still a faint shade of violet.

"Do strawberries taste the same after you do that?" I lifted a white berry from the table, taking a bite. It tasted completely normal.

"I don't know, you tell me," Marshal replied. I nodded, and he handed me a strawberry he had just discolored. It was pretty math. I said so, and he shrugged. "It's just color to you, you can't taste it anyway so of course you wouldn't miss is, dummy."

"What does red taste like?" I was curious now, ignoring his name-calling.

"Red tastes like…" He thought for a moment, "Emotion. It's hard to describe. Because the red in strawberries symbolizes sweetness, it's sweet. If I drank the red from a bowtie, that would taste fancy. Roses taste like love, and so on."

"That's. So. Math." I stared at the white berry in my palm. "Have you ever tasted other colors?" I asked.

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. Have you ever eaten a sock?" I was about to reply, but was interrupted by the phone ringing. I ran towards it and lifted the receiver.

"It's me," I said.

"Fionna, hello. How are you doing with the experiment? I assume everything is going as planned?" It was Prince Gumball.

"Yeah. Man, I can fly like ultra fast. This stuff is totally cool. You should give me like an ultra dose for life!"

"Actually, the serum is quite dangerous in large doses," he wasn't one for humor, "but I am happy that you are enjoying yourself. I wanted to remind you that it should wear off tomorrow at four in the afternoon."

"Sure thing, PG."

"And also, I didn't get to properly invite you to the ball."

"Ball?" I stood up a little straighter.

Remember what happened last time, Fionna.

"Yes, the ball. It's my birthday, remember?" I had completely forgotten. "Anyway, I would be delighted if you and Cake would attend. I'm so excited to introduce you to Miss Angelica."

"Miss Angelica?"

"Yes. I do hope you like her. We've only been dating for a month now, but I've never felt this way towards someone before. This ball is my chance to reveal our relationship to my candy kingdom. I am so excited and nervous!" I felt a small squeeze at my heart, as if someone was tugging at the careful stitches Marshal Lee had used to sew me back together so many times. It didn't pull hard, and it only hurt for a moment.

"That's math, man. I'm sure everyone will love her if you do." My voice sounded strange, because those were the last words I expected to hear coming from me. I had pretty much gotten over the prince, though. He'd hurt me one time too many. Marshal glanced at me from across the room.

"Thank you! I trust you will be able to make it? It's Sunday." He sounded so innocent.

Why did I like such a clueless guy?

"Sure, sure," I muttered. Marshal raised his eyebrows. "I'll bring Mar!" I blurted, my change in tone surprising him.

I guess now we'll really find out if he likes me, huh.

Don't get your hopes up.

"Who's 'Mar'?"

"Marshal Lee, silly," I giggled. Marshal stuck his tongue at me and smiled, causing my heart to flutter.

Don't be such a girl.

"Ah. Well, sure! The more the merrier. I will speak with you soon, Fionna. Farewell for now." He hung up. I snuck a guilty look at Marshal, who waited for my explanation with hands on hips.

"So."

"So." He mimicked me. I took a deep breath. The gum lining I had come to imagine was holding my heart together had slipped away, leaving a patchy little thing underneath that I realized would be nothing if not constantly stitched together by Marshal Lee. This pulled my from my brief self-mourning and replaced my gum shield with something much stronger: vampire venom.

I like Marshal Lee.

I really like Marshal Lee.

"So, uhm. Prince Gumball is having this ball to celebrate his birthday and stuff," I started. Marshal's expression darkened, "And I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go with me?" Now, his face was blank with surprise. I wasn't sure if this was going well of horribly.

"As friends?"

"Well, I mean," I twirled my hair nervously. I never did that.

Well you're doing it now, aren't you?

"We don't have to go as friends…" Hopefully he could take a hint and save me from this torture. My face was red as a tomato.

"Meaning?" Oh, this boy was going to kill me. Judging by the small smile playing at his lips, I knew he understood what I was trying to say. He just wanted to watch me suffer.

"Meaning. Uhm. That. Maybe you'd want to go as… More-than-friends?" I blurted the last part out quickly to get it over with. Marshal Lee took a step towards me and smirked.

Oh glob. Why did I ask him that? Now he's just going to make fun of me and turn me dow-"Sure."

WHAT?

"What?"

"Sure," he laughed, pulling me down onto the sofa, "I'll be your date." I blushed.

"My date," I played with the words.

"You could be like my little girley-friend."

"I'm not little," I protested.

"But you are my girley-friend?" His teasing was accompanied by a glimmer of hope in his eye, making me giggle.

"Whatever."

YES.

Marshal Lee

She asked me out.

She's my girlfriend.

She likes me…

She. Likes. Me.

SHE LIKES ME!

I was simply too overjoyed to continue teasing poor Fionna, and pulled her into a hug.

"Oof." She muttered into my chest. "What was that for?"

"This is what people do to their girley-friends."

"What, squish them to death?" Her voice was muffled. I laughed, releasing my grip but keeping my arms around her. When I saw her face, she was smiling.

She likes me.

I felt like dancing. I felt like flying. She lay her head on my shoulder, yawning.

"You always get tired so quickly," I commented, relaxing into the sofa.

"Maybe you put me to sleep," she muttered.

"Maybe you just like dreaming about me." I could feel the heat from her cheeks as she blushed. It made me smile. I kissed the top of her head, which was tucked again into her white hat. "Night night," I whispered.

It's okay. I dream about you too.

I could tell when she was out. Her breathing slowed and she curled into a tight ball on my lap. "My Marshal," she breathed.

"My Fionna," I replied, though I knew I had a ways to go before she'd really be mine.

I liked that she dreamed about me.

I liked her.

Fionna

I dreamt about him. In my dream, I was carrying something small and made of glass. It was a heart. Marshal had taken in my old, battered one and given me this, which he said was his and told me to take good care of it. I was walking up a tall flight of stairs, and at the top was a woman.

"What is that?" She asked me.

"It's his heart."

"Who's heart?"

"Marshal Lee's."

"Why did he give it to you?"

"Because. He's mine and I'm his. He's my Marshal," I had told her simply. She nodded and let me pass and when I turned back there was no one there.

"Don't drop that," A voice called to me. I searched for its source. There was none.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because if that heart breaks, he'll break too."

"I'll never drop it." I held the glass heart close to my chest.

"Things slip."

I woke up, glancing at Marshal Lee's sleeping face. It was late, but my dream had startled me and I was unable to drift asleep again. I got up and rubbed my eyes, walking to the kitchen for some water.

I reached for a cup, finding a blue glass instead. I shrugged and brought it to the tap, filling it up. As I began to walk back to the sofa, the glass escaped my tired grasp and smashed on the floor. Marshal Lee stirred at the sound, but remained asleep. I stared at the mess beneath me for a moment before cleaning it up.

Things slip.

It was only a dream. I hated those kinds of dreams.

Hey it's me. Sorry this chapter isn't very good. Was in a hurry to get it done before 10 (started at like.. 9:30 or something. I dunno.) Please forgive me! Hey, you know what'll motivate me to be awesome? Some more of those super math reviews you've been sending(: You know what to do ;) ahaha. Thanks for putting up with me! –heart- kaybye for now