Chapter Three
Marceline's P.O.V.
I saw Marshall come out of the castle, grumbling. I 'accidentally' tripped and spilled bright blue punch over his red plaid shirt.
"Brat." He snarled.
I poked my tounge out at him. "Whatever, jerkface."
Bubblegum gave me look somewhere between pleading and if-you-don't-stop-I'll-feed-you-to-the-Morrow-bird.
I ended up hanging around Fionna and Gumball for most of the 'party', talking animatedly with Fionna about music and shooting weary looks at Gumball, who kept glancing at me while he and Finn were talking.
I caught his eye once, and he blushed like crazy. I smirked, deciding to query, if nothing else to freak out Bubba a little more for a laugh.
"Finn, I think I hear a princess that needs rescuing." I interrupted, pointing to Bonni, who was being stared down by Marshall as she was frantically trying to explain my presence, no doubt. He got the message and went jogging over to her.
I turned to Gumball. "So, you like what you see, Pinkface?" I smirked again, gesturing to myself.
He blushed bright red. "Well… ah, I… I…"
"It's all good, Bubba. You mind if I call you that?" I floated upside down, my hair brushing the ground at his feet.
"By all means." He said, obviously surprised by the change in my behaviour.
"Before you ask, no, that wasn't my evil twin this morning. I just heard about Marshall coming last night – you know how our sibling relationship or, rather, lack thereof is – so I kinda freaked. Sorry for threatening to kill you. How's about we start over?" I flipped right-side up and landed. I held out my hand. "Marceline Abadeer, Queen of the Vampires of Ooo."
"Prince Jerricho Gumball of the Candy Kingdom of Aaa." He smiled, taking my hand. I went to shake it, but he bent to one knee and kissed my hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Abadeer."
That, I had definatly not been expecting, especially from one of Marshall's cohorts. "Uh, um, the pleasure's all mine." I said awkwardly, horribly aware of the fact that all of the others were staring at us. "Call me Marceline, please."
"I don't really care what you call me, as long as it's not an insult or a swear word." He shrugged. Dammit, I liked this guy more by the minute.
Marshall was steaming over. Fionna attempted to grab his arm, but he broke free of her easilly. It was a valiant effort, though.
"What the glob do you think you're doing, Bubba?" He ground out through his teeth.
"I'm making the aquiantance of a lovely girl I just met; whom you had led me to believe was a deviant graffiti artist with multiple piercings, seven boyfreinds and a passion for beheading people with a stolen axe that she converted into a bass guitar." Gumball said stonily.
Ouch. Kid had guts, I'd give him that. Wait. Marshall made me sound that bad to the others over in Aaa? Bastard.
"She pretty much was last time I saw her." He snorted.
"Hey!" I interjected. "I've only ever had one boyfriend, who I broke up with because he was a jerk. I've never pierced anything but my ears, or graffitied outside of my own notebooks, stolen an axe or beheaded anyone! I admit to being a deviant and converting an axe into a guitar, but nothing else there is right!" I protested.
"Marshall, nick off." Gumball commanded. "I'm kind of getting tired of you constantly insulting your sister, and now digging into me just because I didn't hate her on sight. Get lost."
Marshall sneered at us as he flew off. "Yeah. See if you still say that in a few days, Bubba."