AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, I'm typing as fast as I can at school with fake nails on (I have yet to figure out how to get off the good salon-quality ones -.-) but I'm probably gonna end up posting a bunch of stuff up over the next few days, then I'm probably not gonna be able to post for AGES :S so... hope you guys enjoy the new chapters I'm putting up over the next week or so :D

Marceline's P.O.V.

I ran into Gumball later. "Hey, are you okay?" I asked, walking alongside him down the corridor.

He nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Is Bonnie alright?"

"Yeah, she didn't blow up or anything." I bit my lip, thinking as I studied his face. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yes, Marceline, I'm one hundred percent fine, I swear." He took my hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

I stared at our joined hands for a few seconds. "Uh..." I snapped my mouth shut and smiled nervously.

He was studying my face as he let go of my hand. "Are you alright?"

"I'm cool. Just kinda pissed." I sighed.

"Why?" He looked genuinely concerned, so I looked him in the eye.

"Let's just say I finally met your mom."

"My mother is quite charming, isn't she?" He said sarcastically.

"Yeah... Can I be brutally, totally, honestly blunt?"

"Go ahead. Just remember- she may be the most despicable, pushy person I know, but she is still my mother." He pointed out.

I pondered for a moment. "How many cusses am I allowed?"

He tried very hard to keep a straight face. "None."

"Well, my first thoughts consisted of snobby, prim, British, regal, and kinda chubby."

"Okay." He held a very dignified expression... for about three seconds. He snorted, laughing hard. "Well, you don't hold back, Marcy, I'll give you that"

I snickered. "Nice laugh, your Highness."

He raised an eyebrow. "Thanks, your Majesty."

"Not. The. Vampire. Queen. Anymore." I poked myself in the chest. "Dragon chick, remember?"

He cackled suddenly, one hand on his stomach and the other bracing him against the wall to steady himself and he roared with laughter.

"Uh, you right there?" I asked, bobbing down to look him in the eye.

His face was as red as my bass as he caught his breath, standing up again. "It just penetrated- you're a dragon and I'm an aspiring knight."

I chuckled. "Yeah, irony sorta reaches up and slaps you across the face some days, huh?"

"Uh-huh." He nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Well, I'm the dragon- that makes you Jane!" I joked, gesturing to him.

He looked confused. "Who?"

I sighed. "Old ABC3 references from before the Mushroom war are wasted on you, aren't they?"

"Uh... I guess?" He shrugged apologetically.