I'm dying here. I accidentally BLEACHED my favorite skinny jeans.(don't ask) Now the once deep blue trousers are a pale sky colour. It actually looks quite cool paired with the many paint splatters, but it remains a constant that: My mother. Is going. To kill me. Oh dear. I'm not sure how often I will be able to update within the next 5 days being as I will either be dead (jeans) or on a school trip to Washington. (I will try to be quick though.) Heh. But once again, who cares about me? It's Fionna who should have this spotlight. Let's see how she's doing.

Fionna

I hated fancy dresses. Cake had insisted I wear one to the ball, and so we had set off in search of the perfect material for my outfit.

UGH.

I was content to appear dressed in my adventuring clothes, but no, I had to be dressed elegantly. And so now cake carried a large bag of materials that we retrieved from witches, princes, thieves and this weird old lady who told me not to eat any apples today.

"You want to look extra pretty so Gumball will fall for you," She had said.

Oh glob, I knew I forgot to tell her something.

"Actually, Cake. Uhm. PG already has a date…" I twirled my hair. I had to get rid of that new habit.

"Awe, babe I'm sorry. You must feel horrible!"

"Well, uh, actually. I have a date too." Cakes eyes grew wide with excitement.

Oh glob.

"WHO IS IT?" She started to bounce impatiently.

"M-Marshal Lee?" It came out sounding like a question. I coughed. "Marshal Lee," I said more clearly. Cake's wide eyes didn't narrow, but instead their excited glimmer turned fearful. She looked like she was about to be eaten by a bear.

"He's gunna eat you," she whispered. I laughed.

"No he won't, Cake. In fact, it's more likely I'd be eaten by your date." I remembered first meeting Lord Monochromicorn. It didn't start off well… Cake laughed at this, and shook her head.

"Okay, but if he puts on his demon face, don't come crying to me… Because I'd be running for my life." Now we both laughed, picking up our pace as the house came in sight. "Fionna's got a boyfriend," Cake teased. I blushed and she sighed; "Now I have to change my entire dress plan. I doubt pink and sparkly would impress a vampire."

"Good." I was relieved. Cake opened the door to our house, tossing the bag of materials inside and rummaging through a cabinet for her sewing supplies.

"You go do something. I want this dress to make you look like a hot mama and I know you'll just get in my way," she shooed me off. I was a little hurt, but of course she was right. I rolled my eyes and called OMB.

"Hello Fionna," the little gaming device waddled into the room.

"Hey Ohmbee. Can I pick up where I left off?" I grabbed her little controller and slumped onto the sofa.

"Sure thing, Fionna."

. . . . . . . . . . . .

When the dress was finished, I was forced to put it on. I felt silly, but the design itself really was beautiful. It was long silky, with off-shoulder short sleeves that slouched carefully against the sides of my arms. The material began at the top with a sky color, fading slowly to a deep blue at the bottom, and then just grazing the floor. It looked like an exact replica of The Most Beautiful Waterfall In The World, which we visited once last year. It was quite impressive. Though I felt unfit for fighting, I must admit I looked almost… Pretty. Cake was extremely proud of herself.

"Oh, and you're not wearing your hat," she said casually.

"WHAT?" I clutched onto my bunny ears. Cake left the room and came back with a long ribbon.

"That's right. You're going to show off that hair, babe." I knew there was no use fighting. I took off my hat, feeling naked in its absence. Cake stretched so as to stand over me and began separating my hair into parts. I sat down.

When Cake was finished, she thrust me in front of the mirror so I could see myself. My hair was tied into what could appear to be a low ponytail, but was also woven with smooth white and blue ribbon all the way through. Glimmering jewels appeared out of nowhere, causing the light to dance around my dress and make my entire figure seem to shine. I looked lovely. I looked like a girl.

"Don't just stand there, you bleep blop. What do you think?" Cake tapped her foot impatiently and I laughed.

"Thanks Cake. It's totally math. But what are you wearing?" I replied. Cake walked out of the room again, returning this time with a small purple bow. She shimmied it over her head and around her neck. When it was positioned correctly, she did a little twirl and put her hand on her hip. I laughed. Just then, a knock on the door disrupted our little fashion show. I knew it wasn't Marshal Lee. He wouldn't knock. Or use the door. Cake hurried to greet Lord Monochromicorn, inviting him inside. He dashed out a message I could roughly translate to: "You look smoking, Cupcake." She giggled and kissed the creature's cheek.

"You're not so bad yourself, Hotness." Bleh. I left the room and went to sit on the sofa. Marshal Lee came up and tapped on the window. I reached over and opened it and he flew in. Marshal's version of fancy dress was dark black jeans and his grey t-shirt under an old tuxedo jacket. It suited him, actually. I'd never tell him that though. He stared at me for a moment, as if memorized by the idea I could actually wear a dress. I knew I looked silly. He'd probably make fun of me.

"I see you dressed up," he started, raising his eyebrows. I blushed. "You look pretty." My entire face turned deep red and he laughed, taking my hand. "Let's go," he said, pulling my off the chair. We walked to the door, which was left open after Cake and Mono had left. Marshal wrapped his arms around my waist and we flew to the candy kingdom.

We entered the ball and immediately ran to the food. I filled an entire cup with warm chocolate from the fountain and just ate it with a spoon. Marshal Lee was practically on the floor laughing.

"What?" I asked, licking the sweet substance from my lips. "This is completely normal. And tasty, too. He continued laughing as he picked up his own cup and filled it like mine, grabbing a spoon.

"Cheers," he said, tapping the edge of his container to mine. He looked at the spoon, put it down, and just drank the chocolate. I watched with wide eyes as he pulled the cup away and licked his lips, and then it was my turn to laugh. Marshal took my hand and pulled me away from the table.

We danced with the other guests of the ball for a while. Then, Marshal lifted me off the ground and we twirled in the air. I felt like we flew away from the entire world. All I could see was him, and LSP who sat in the corner staring. In a word, it was magical. We were disrupted when Prince Gumball called my name from below us.

"Fionna!" He exclaimed, waving his hand above his head. Standing next to him was a petite blue girl whose hair looked like rainbow cotton candy. I assumed this was Miss Angelica. Marshal Lee lowered us to the floor and I stepped off his shoes to greet my friend. "This is Angel," Gumball gestured toward the girl. She smiled and waved enthusiastically.

Angel? She looks more like a poodle in my opinion.

"Hi," I greeted the poodle-girl.

"HI! My-name-is-Angelica-but-Bubbles-calls-me-Angel-because-he-says-I'm-his-angel-isn't-that-so-sweet-he's-so-sweet." She spoke so fast I had a hard time understanding. It was like she was on a permanent sugar rush.

Bubbles? Ew.

"That's cool," I responded. Poodles looked curiously at Marshal Lee, who was playing with a ribbon in my hair. "This is Marshal Lee," I poked him and he glanced up.

"Hey." Marshal waved in Poodles' direction and resumed playing with my hair. There was a brief silence as Poodles thought of something to say.

"So-Fionna-you-like-to-go-on-adventures?" She asked me. I nodded. "That's-so-cool-I-have-a-sister-named-Develia-who-likes-doing-that-too-have-you-ever-met-her-she-has-pink-hair." I thought back to all my adventures, trying to remember a girl similar to Poodles with pink hair.

"I dunno, but I'll keep and eye out, kay?"

"AWESOME! She's-really-nice-you'd-like-her-and-stuff-she-lives-close-to-boomboom-mountain-kay? If-you-meet-her-tell-her-I-say-hi." I nodded again, waiting for this dreadful conversation to end. Her excitement made me feel tired. Gumball simply stared at her with a little smile on his lips. He looked up at me and grinned.

"Enjoy the party," he said, and they began walking away.

"Happy Birthday!" I called after him. Marshal Lee stopped playing with the ribbon in my hair and pulled me over to a seating area. We fell onto the soft sofa and Peppermint Maid hurried over to offer us cocoa.

"Hey Fi-Fi?" Marshal turned to me.

"Hmm?"

"Do you still like PG?" I looked at him. His black eyes were sad.

"No," I said, smiling. "I like you."

"Good," he laughed, "I mean, what's not to like?" The ever-present playful smile returned to his face, and I rolled my eyes. He pulled me into a hug. "How about one more dance and then we can go attack Gummy-Ball's cake?"

"Deal."

"Cool."

Marshal Lee

I don't think she realized how incredibly beautiful she looked. Fionna was stuffing her face with Gummy-Ball's chocolate cake and talking about some old lady that told her not to eat any apples today.

"I dare you to eat an apple," I said.

"Mar, usually when weird old ladies tell me stuff they're right. What if I eat an apple and I die?"

"I'd bite you. Duh." She laughed. "Or I'd get GumButt to make some 'Bring-Fionna-To-Life' potion."

"I'm not eating any apples."

"Well, I will." I searched the table for any apple and reached to retrieve it.

"No!" She grabbed my wrist, "What if you die because the apple was meant for me and then you eat it and-and-and you die?" She was actually serious. Her blue eyes grew huge as she spoke.

"I'm already dead."

"We've been over this. Dead things don't blush." I rolled my eyes.

"Technically, it's not blushing if it's purple."

"Are you blush-ist?" She raised her eyebrows and I laughed.

"Whatever. Give me that apple." Fionna had taken the apple from my hand and hid it behind her back. When I went to grab it from her, she kissed me. I was so surprised I jumped back, and a hurt expression crossed her face. She blushed and looked down at her feet.

Figs, man. Waita ruin it.

I lifted her chin with my finger and waited for her to look me in the eye. Then I leaned in and kissed her. It started out soft, but I got carried away and the whole world melted around us until she broke off, gasping for air. I smiled and she laid her head on my shoulder. Something bumped my head, and I looked up to see the ceiling right above us.

Oops.

I had flown up without noticing, taking Fionna with me. I spun us around in the air a few times before setting my feet on the ground. Fionna looked up at me.

"Now that," she said, "is what boys are supposed to do to their girley-friends."

"I agree." She laughed and I reached behind her to cut myself a large slice of cake. I took a piece on my fork and ate it. "I wonder if Cake eats cake," I said. "Would that be cannibalism?" Fionna rolled her eyes and attacked my food.

"If it is, it's totally worth it."

I was still a little dizzy from kissing her and couldn't come up with a joke to counter this. Of course, I've kissed girls before. I'm 1,347 for Glob's sake. But of all the people I've kissed it's never felt that amazing. I wondered if it was the same for Fionna.

Fionna

I don't know why I kissed Marshal Lee, but I was glad I did. His lips were soft and cool against mine, and as he flew us into the air, I felt like we left the whole world behind. Except for LSP, who was still sitting in the corner staring at us with googly-eyes. I wasn't quite sure, but I think he took a picture.

I'm totally going to ask him is I can see it later.

I never kissed a boy before. I was just 14, and the only guy I ever liked before Mar was Gumball. I always imagined kissing to be gross, but this felt amazing. It was like an adventure, making my heart race and goosebumps rise on my arms. I wondered if it felt the same way for Marshal Lee.

Hey(: Button's right there, buddy. You know what to do.

-Oh and Anon? Just read your review -heart- I love you right now, bro. I hate those weird dreams too. I always get one where I'm about to fall off this really high balcony and everyone I know is just walking by me. I always wake up right before I hit the ground. It sucks. but you do not suck, buddy. -

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