A/N: hey everybody, sorry for the wierdness in my update schedule. I have been feeling the pressure and reviews make me happy so i thought i'd change it to twice a week. also sometimes i cant wait to reply to a review but the person who wrote it doesn't have an account so i just update. anyway! Please continue to review! 33333
~NFE

Fionna got up bright and early, looking forward to yet another day of adventure and fun. She pulled on her pack and grabbed a sword. She was so ready. For what? For anything! She whooped in excitement quickly jumping down the ladder to the ground floor. She opened the door and charged through, now used to the newspaper covering she didn't think twice about it, that is, til she was stopped face first by a solid object that had been set up behind the news paper.

Slowly the table tilted under her weight so she was lying outside her house, face down, on a table. Ouch. She heard his unbridled laughter from within the tree fort where he'd watched in secret as she barreled into the table. Sitting up she shook her fist at him.

"Just you wait, Marshall Lee. I'll get you back! You won't even see it coming." With a pop of his umbrella opening he was over her. He slid fingers through her exposed hair and smiled at her.

"I'm sure I won't." He said in that teasing way, and before she could protest cold lips were pressed to her face and he was gone with a chuckle.

"And then, as if the table wasn't enough that fluffin' vamp tramp kissed me like a tard."

After the whole embarrassing debacle with the table she had dragged herself over to Flint's newest residence. He found the whole thing to be quite amusing, until she told him about the kiss.

"He's so flamin' disrespectful!" The fire elemental growled, his flames growing hotter. It took all her effort to not shy away from the heat.

"It was just a kiss on the cheek! It's not like we smooched or anything!" She said trying to calm her boyfriend down. "Besides, it's just Marshall, he flirts with me all the time. He thinks it's funny."

"Him doing stuff like that all the time is supposed to make me feel better?" He shook his head, "Guys don't do things for no reason Fi." He said, his voice sort of condescending and his facial expression only added to that.

"How do you know!? You've been stuck in a lamp for glob knows how long!" She said angrily.

"In case you haven't noticed, I am a guy." He rubbed his hand over his face. "Look, Fifi, I like you, okay? You are the hottest thing since lava cakes and you are an amazing person, but your friends piss me off. And then Marshall Lee kisses you and you act like its no big deal." He lapsed into brooding silence. She discarded her glove and took his face between her hands and kissed him on the mouth, quick and hard. Tears formed in her eyes but she blinked them away.

"I guess I'm no good at this girlfriend stuff, huh?" She said softly, a sad smile on her face. He moved close to her carefully, wanting nothing more than to hold her and comfort her.

"Shushers, you." And he smiled at her, "just... Just don't let him kiss you any more. Kay?" Fionna nodded, inching just a little bit closer than was comfortable to her boyfriend. She pulled another glove out of nowhere and squeezed his hand in hers. She had no idea, however, how to stop Marshall from doing anything he wanted, but she would try. That's all Flint could ask for, right?

In keeping with tradition, Fionna had forgotten about her own birthday. Thankfully Marshall and Gumball and Cake remembered every year or the girl would go on thinking she never got older. Anyway, her birthday was fast approaching and Cake called the guys (this year she included Flame Prince) and got down to planning her party.

"Does it have to be formal AGAIN?" Marshall questioned pulling a face. He hated formal parties, they bored the snot out of him. Quite literally, he'd get so bored that picking his nose was the only way to relieve the boredom.

"Don't be ridiculous," PG countered, "of course it will be formal!"

"Fionna isn't the formal type of girl," Flint chimed in.

"Mmhm, I keep trying to tell that to bubble butt over here but he never listens." The fiery teen laughed openly.

"Haha bubble butt" Marshall Lee grinned, maybe this kid wasn't TOO bad. Maybe. Cake cleared her throat.

"Maybe this one time we can do something a little less formal?" She asked Gumball apologetically. She hated to admit it (cuz her girl Fi looked awesome in ball gowns and Cake herself enjoyed formal balls quite a bit) but Fionna hated formal junk. She only put up with it so she wouldn't hurt the pink princes feelings.

"Fine." Gumball said huffily, unused to not getting his way, "but I'm still not allowing any alcohol." He pointedly glared at Marshall.

"Hey, it was one time and it was clearly marked. It's not my fault Muscle Prince and LSP put it in the punch bowl." Marshall said clearly unrepentant. This time Cake backed Gumball.

"No alcohol. Period." When they try to explain to a drunk Fionna about how there are no little people inside her stomach that need to come out, they can give her more alcohol. That had not been a fun night.

"Are you going to be able to fire proof the place?" Flint asked. They all blinked at him, having forgotten he was fire for a second. It was a challenge unique to this year after all.

"I might be able to make some sort of shield for you, though heat shields tend to lose power after a few uses." Gumball said warningly. Flint nodded appreciatively. He was well aware of the effect he could have on his girlfriend if the shield wore off while they were, ahem, being intimate.
With all the major obstacles out of the way Flint let the two elder boys bicker about the small stuff.

"Pink decorations? She's turning 16 not 5."

"I'm sure she'd like it better than black and red"

"Why don't we make it blue?" They blinked and turned to the source of the interruption. "Well it is her favorite color." So blue they chose. Though Marsh insisted they have at least a few red foods so he could eat.

All in all Cake thought that the meeting went well, even if tensions ran a little high. She was pretty sure Marshall almost made good on his threat to strangle Gumball. Flint, for the most part, stayed out of the conversation. The only input he had actually helped, and Cake was quite impressed.

Fionna was well aware that her birthday was close. Her friends gave her zero credit and she used it to her full advantage. She was so rarely able to spend full days by herself that she let the three of them (now four) think they were sneaky. She lounged on the couch, reveling in the solitude, and gorged on ice cream. This was probably the best thing ever. She sighed in ecstasy as she pulled another spoonful into her mouth.

She idly thought about what she could do to get Marshall back for making her run into a table. She was almost out of ideas and it irked her to no end. She couldn't let that blobbing idiot have the last prank. She pushed her hair out if her face and grumbled to herself. Wait a second! She looked at the blond hairs slipping through her fingers and cackled in a deliciously evil way. Marshall lee's hair was his pride and joy, and she was going to mess with it. Hard.