Chapter 4: invitation

"No, nothing happened last night," Fionna spoke in to the phone as she folded her clothes.

"I don't believe you, I saw him kiss you at the bar while I was in the bathroom. Something went down," Cake replied stubbornly. Fionna sighed.

"He's delusional. One minute we're arguing, and the next he's kissing me. I dunno why. He must think we've got one of those I-hate-you-so-much-I'm-attracted-to-you relationships. Which, we don't," Fionna said and placed her folded clothes in to her basket. Cake frowned on the other end. She had been interrogating Fionna for an hour, and she still hasn't spilled. It was starting to get irritating how good she was at lying.

"C'mon, Fi, drop the act and tell me what happeeeeeeeeeened," she begged.

"There's no act, nothing happened whatsoever. We dropped you off at your apartment, and then he dropped me off at my apartment, and then he went to his apartment. Wow, we all live in apartments."

"We live in a busy city, what did you expect?"

"True, but I'm serious when I say nothing happened," Fionna set down her basket of folded laundry and opened the first drawer of her dresser.

"Oh yeah? Then how come you weren't at your apartment this morning?" Cake challenged. Fionna froze and almost dropped her phone. She forgot that Cake borrowed her coat that night. She must've came early to drop it off.

"Uh, I was running errands," she lied.

"At eight in the morning? That's when you make yourself breakfast," she reminded her.

"I had to get up early."

"For what?"

"My errands."

"What kind of errands?"

"Important ones."

"Fionna, just fucking confess that you slept with Marshall!" Cake snapped. Fionna grabbed at her hair and groaned.

"Fine! I had sex with Marshall last night! Are you happy?" Fionna shouted. Cake's jaw dropped along with her phone. She heard a faint hello from her phone on the counter as she gaped at her lunch. Shit, she wasn't expecting that. Well, she was, yet she wasn't. She was assuming something happened, but nothing like actual sex. Fionna hated his guts. How did he manage to get her in bed? Geez…

"Cake? Hello? Are you there?" Fionna asked. Cake snapped out of it and scrambled to pick up her phone and answer.

"You actually had sex with Marshall?" She spoke finally.

"Yeah…twice," Fionna told her.

"Twice? When did you have time to do it twice!"

"Last night…and then this morn-"

"This morning! What the fuck?"

"I'm sorry, I don't even know why I did it," Fionna groaned again and placed her palm over her face. She let her head fall in shame and pressed it to her dresser.

"He's hot, Fi. The answer is in plain sight."

"I didn't sleep with him just because he's hot. I was drunk, and it was a mistake," she sighed and closed her dresser before leaning against it and sliding down to the floor. "You can't tell anyone, and you can't ask him about it because we both decided that it never happened and whatever."

"Mm-hm, okay. Whatever. Anyways, how was it?" Cake asked eagerly.

"Huh?"

"The sex. How was it? Was he nice and slow, or was he rough and fast?" She growled a bit at the end like a cat to emphasize the rough part.

"Ew, why do you want to know?"

"I'm curious. Now spill."

"He…wasn't bad. It was good, but it's definitely not the best sex I've ever had," she reported, getting up and returning to her laundry.

"Really? He came off as the kinda guy who was so good a sex because he had so much of it," Cake said.

"Yeah, same, but I dunno. Maybe I just dislike him too much, y'know? Because he did all the right things, but I didn't really feel anything click between us."

"Ugh, you're making this sound like princess diaries but PG-13 version."

"What do you mean?" Fi questioned.

"You didn't feel anything click so it made the sex bad? That's exactly like Mia when she kissed that dude and her foot didn't pop," Cake explained.

"Well, maybe Mia has a point. It would be nice to have some kind of chemistry with someone before I have sex with them," Fionna pointed out.

"Honey, that's not really how one night stands work. At the least you need to be physically attractive to him, and you obviously are."

"Pffff, no way. He's so skinny scrawny, I could take him out in five seconds flat," she said.

"That's because you've been doing karate since you were fucking five. And he's not all skin and bones. He's got some muscle," Cake defended.

"Yeah? So what?" Cake rolled her eyes.

"So, it's useless denying that you think he's hot."

"Well of course he's hot, but-"

"Stop arguing with me," Cake interrupted. Fionna sighed.

"Sorry, I just feel really stupid," she mumbled.

"It's fine. You did drink more than him and me, so you could blame it on that," she suggested.

"Yeah, but how would that explain this morning. My hangover didn't make me have sex with him," she pointed out.

"Maybe he tempted you with his amazingly sexy bed head!" Cake exclaimed. Fionna laughed and grinned at her goofball friend.

"Yes, my biggest weakness! The skewed mess of dark, shaggy hair instantly gets my panties wet!" Fionna joked.

"Only the messiest hair can moisten thy panties! Any less and you'll have to fake it!" Cake said through her laughter. Fionna chortled and giggled as she finished up her laundry.

"Cake, you're the best," she giggled and carried her laundry basket back to her washing machine.

"Thanks man. You free tonight?" She asked.

"Ugh, I do not want to get drunk again. I always get this weird rash on my neck when I drink beer," she said and leaned against her washing machine.

"Was it a rash or a hickey this time?" Cake teased. Fionna smiled and rolled her eyes.

"Both, but seriously. No drinking for me tonight."

"Don't worry, I was just thinking of coming over with ice cream and maybe inspecting the damage he left behind."

"God, Cake, you are as subtle as a gun," Fionna snickered.

"I prefer sniper rifle."

"What ever, sniper. Be here by four with brownie chunks."

"Got it."

"See you tonight," Fionna smiled.

"Okay, bye!" Cake chirped before hanging up.

Fionna yawned and stretched her back, her body still stiff after this morning and last night. The hickeys across her neck would take days to fade, and she'd regret it every day. From now on whenever she sees him she'll be reminded of the stupid decision she made. If only she could turn back time and stop him from even kissing her in the first place. Why did he kiss her? He barely had one drink, so he wasn't even tipsy. That worried her. Because if he purposely kissed her when he wasn't even drunk, then he felt something for her…right? Fionna groaned and buried her face in her hands. This was so frustrating. He made her feel like she was in high school again, and high school was not fun at all.

Hopefully he doesn't really like her and just wanted a quick fuck because she could not handle it if he actually liked her. Just imagining him as her boyfriend gave her a headache. He'd tease her all the time and end up really upsetting her and then try to fix it with some kind of cheep gift. They'd have the worst relationship in the history of worst relationships. Let's not forget that he's stubborn, and annoying, and obnoxious, and completely full of it. He needs to get a reality check. What happened is never going to happen again. Fionna sighed and shook her head. The memory of his seductive smirk…made her cringe. It would be best if they never spoke again.

She dropped her hands to her sides and made her way to her kitchen. Sun shone in from the small window over the sink, and Miskers was on the floor in the middle of it. Fionna giggled and crouched down to rub her warm belly and received a loud purr of approval.

"Someone's getting a little big. Maybe I can go to the pet store today and get a new scratching post," she grinned at her silver tabby. Miskers purred even louder and Wittens meowed next to his food bowl. "Oops, I guess you guys want some lunch," she stood up and filled the bowl next to the window. She smiled at Wittens and ran her fingers through his long white coat. "You're such a pretty kitty," she cooed.

The cat purred in response and Fionna turned her attention to the pile of mail in the middle of her counter. Her fingers sorted through the envelopes, mentally marking the bills and shoppe letters when she came across a deep purple envelope. She set down the others and noticed the logo on the top right corner before ripping it open. Once it was opened, she pulled out the content and started to read the letter.

"Dear Ms. Fionna Murtons…

We would like you to join us for our annual fundraiser Relay for Life at the Grandees Central Park on the 20th of June as one of our sponsors. If you are unfamiliar with Relay for Life, it is a 24 hour fundraising event created by the American Cancer Society, and all the funds go towards cancer patients and cancer research. As a sponsor you can, open up a stand at the event and sell some of your wonderful flowers. You'll get a bit of publicity, and we would like you put at least 50% of your funds you make during the event towards the American Cancer Society. If you are interested in our proposal, please contact us at…holy shit," Fionna gaped at the letter in front of her and then at Wittens who was still occupied with his lunch. "Wittens! Did you hear this!" She almost screened, picking up her snowy white cat and disrupting him from his meal.

"I'm gonna be a sponsor!"