Hey, sorry the chapters are so short, but I'm writing this in the wee hours of the morning. Right now it's about 3.06am, so I apologise if you don't like it.

Chapter Four

Gumball's P.O.V.

"Sorry Marshall's being such a buttface." I said to Marceline, who looked stunned

"I… nobody's ever stood up for me like that before." She whispered, brows creasing together. "Why did you?"

Well, since the party had started, after Marceline and Marshall had decided to ignore each other, I'd been looking at both of them. I'd noticed Marceline laughing and mucking around with Fionna, and I'd noticed that she was actually quite enchanting. With her long black hair, dark eyes and grey-blue-ish skin, she was a very pretty girl. Along with the fact that she could- obviuosly- stand up for what she believed in, and yet relax and have fun, I was quite sure that I was possibly crushing on my best friend's much-despised little sister.

"I… well, Marshall always puts you down, and you're nothing like how he describes you, so someone he trusted needed to point that out to him." I said, swallowing.

She smiled, and my brain fried ever so slightly and my heart sped up a little, which I was certain that she could hear, what with being a vampire and all. "Thanks, dude." She hugged me. Just a friendly, thank-you hug. A friendly, thank-you hug that nearly made my head bust open.

She laughed and walked off to talk to Bubblegum, humming a tune that sounded eerily like something Marshall whistled all the time.

I sat down next to Fionna, stunned. "Did that actually just happen?" I breathed.

"Yup." She confirmed. "You got into a fight with Marshall and got hugged by his sister, who it's obvious you have a thing for."

I turned pink…er than usual. "I do not!" I said hotly.

"Liar."

"I am not lying! I do not 'have a thing' for Marceline, okay, Fionna?"

"Whatever you say, Bubba." She nodded earnestly, eyes wide.

"I'm not gonna hear the end of this for a while, am I?" I groaned.

"Not a chance." Cake confirmed. "Those were definite goo-goo eyes."

Fionna's P.O.V.

Well, after Cake and I finished grilling PG, we scampered over to say hi to Marceline.

"What do you two spies want?" She smiled.

"Reconing to make an attempt at match-making, ma'am!" I reported as I saluted her.

She shook her head slowly. "Nah. He's a cute guy, but the only types who ever go after me are either the snobby rich kid types or the hardcore punk types. Not the nice, normal, more feminine kind of guy." She smiled sadly. "Not sayin' I wouldn't, you know what I mean?"

"Yeah." I said quietly, suddenly understanding Marceline a lot more. She obviously felt like an outcast, even in her own family, so how could this guy, who she barely knew, even tolerate her, let alone like her back? I touched her shoulder. "Hey, its okay, Marceline." I heard myself saying. "Gumball… he accepts who you are for you. He likes people for who they really are, not for who they pretend to be. And I've talked to you, and you're funny and nice, and you're real pretty, too. So don't give up. You hear me? Don't ever give up. Follow your heart, because, no matter where it leads you, that'll be where you belong." I swallowed. "You know what I mean?"

Marceline looked me full in the face, and I realised she was crying. "Thanks Fionna. Thank you, so much." She scrubbed tears away from her eyes.

I squeezed her hand. "Good luck with Bubba, Marcy."

"Thanks… Fi." She looked very tired, but grateful at the same time.