A/N: I'm posting a day early cuz i'm having a birthday party tomorrow so i may not be able to update! HERE HAVE SOME ANGST CUZ ITS WHAT I"M GOOD AT!
The girl walked home in a daze. She totally had not seen that coming. Gumball confessing his affections for her. Holding her forearms in his elegant hands. Long, pink fingers wrapped around muscles that were too toned to be considered lady-like. His warm, purple eyes staring deep into her blue ones and he said it.
"Fionna..." He trailed off, a look of insecurity flashing across his face as he searched her own for something. He gathered up his courage and continued, "I find myself unable to sleep, for thoughts of you." Her face went red. What is happening right now? Surely he couldn't be saying what she thinks he is saying. She sort of wants to vomit. Not out of disgust or anything, it's just a sudden feeling in her gut telling her something is going horribly out of her control in a way she's not sure she wants.
"Wh-what?" She stammered, stepping back reflexively and pulling one of her arms from his grip.
"You are a beautiful, amazing young woman," the prince continued, oblivious to the fear and upset growing inside the girl he was speaking to, "A hero to the people, and you have been a close personal friend of mine for some time now."
"Aw, thanks dude, you're a good friend to me, too" She tried derailing this conversation. He just smiled down at her, so sure of himself.
"These feelings I have for you, I must confess," Oh boy. She gulped audibly not wanting to hear the next words out of his mouth. Wishing that, for once, Gumball's words would fail him, that his confidence would suddenly die, that Cake would suddenly explode through the door and stop this confession, anything so that her world would not fall out from under her again. "They only swell with time. There are no words to describe them. They are amazing and frightening and wonderful."
"Gumball..." She said quietly. She was drowning in the purple depths of his eyes in the worst way possible. She felt like she might start crying, or fall over, and throwing up was also still an option. She might just do all three. Maybe. If he didn't just let go of her arm and listen to her for a few seconds. But he didn't notice. Why would he break his streak of not noticing how she feels now? She took another step backwards.
"Fionna, what I mean to say is that I care for you." She tried to pull her arm away from him, but he held on. Why now? Why this? Her heart was beating so fast and her eyes darted around for any means of escape and her face felt so hot she might die. She kind of wanted to die now. Gumball had broken everything. It wasn't fair. She physically shoved him away from her and ran.
"Fionna! Wait!" But she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. The perfect balance of her world had been shattered and she was so confused, and upset, and she wanted to disappear. When she was well out of the Candy kingdom she had stopped running. So here she was, walking in a daze towards the tree-fort. A girl shattered and alone. She hugged her arms around herself, rubbing her shoulders in a way that might have been comforting if she wasn't so messed up and angry and depressed and CONFUSED. Was this some sort of ill-timed prank? Some massive joke? She didn't think it was funny. She didn't think it was funny at all. And where the flip was Cake? Leaving her alone in the candy palace for a whole two weeks? What the flip?
And then there was the whole Flint thing hanging in the air. Would he be at the tree house when she got there? She hopes he isn't, she can't face him, or any of her friends, right now. It felt like she was in the ocean, circled by sharks. The OCEAN.
When she finally reached the tree fort she dragged herself up ladders and to the bathroom. She had decided she was just going to sit in the shower for a while. Let the thrum of the water pounding on her skin wash away all the stupid from all the boys messing with her brain.
She sighed as she divested herself of her adventurer gear and fiddled with the faucet of the shower. When it was just the right temperature she ran her hands through her tangled, matted mess of hair and hopped in. She sighed and rolled her head and shoulders, slowly working the tension out of her body.
When she got out of the shower she grabbed a towel, wrapping it around herself, and grabbed another to towel dry her hair. She left her clothes on the bathroom floor and went to the closet to get a new set.
A loud shriek pierced through the night air.
"MARSHALL LEE!" Still wrapped in a towel she stomped out of her closet and into the bathroom for her old clothes. "MARSHALL LEE, YOU FART-FACED BUTT MUNCHER, WHERE THE GLIBBING PLOP ARE MY CLOTHES!" Her clothes she had left in the bathroom were gone.
"They are in your closet." A smooth deep voice said from behind her. She could hear the smirk that was growing on his lips and she swears to glob he better run. She whirls around, sending a deadly glare at the vampire. He smirks wider.
"Maybe I should have forgone the costumes and just left you towels to wear." He drags his eyes appreciatively over her towel covered body and she suddenly remembers that holy slop she's only in a towel. She starts grabbing anything within reach and chucking it at his head.
"Get." A brush whizzes by his ear
"out" a compact hits his chest
"of" tooth brush
"my" tooth brush holder
"room" hand mirror hits the wall and shatters
"PERV!" And he's cowering back down the ladder and she's breathing hard but she can't help but laugh.
The girl went back to her closet to try to find something the least bit acceptable in her new wardrobe. There was satin and lacy nothings and a lot of red and black. She found the largest item of clothing she could and wiggled into it. Did girls really wear this stuff? The black skirt only came down to her mid thighs and it had a tiny, frilly apron flap attached at the waist, with poofy ish black sleeves and an impossibly low neckline. She then ventured over to her dresser to see if he'd left her socks.
Nope.
She lifted a pair of lacy thigh highs out. What the flip is this crap? Not adventure wear that's for sure. As she pulled them on she was afraid she would rip the flimsy material. Thankfully Marshall had left her shoes alone. She looked stupid enough as it is without stumbling around in high heels like she had whacked-out poo-brain or something.
She climbed down the ladder to the living room, trying to hold the skirt to her bottom and not fall at the same time. Marshall could only laugh, that is until she made her way awkwardly down and stood full in front of him. Her face was an appetizing shade of pink underneath a furious expression and she was fidgeting and wringing her hands. Marshall Lee was speechless and his mouth hung open. There was a knock at the door and Fi squeaked and attempted to cover herself with her hands.
"Chill, girly, I'll get it." She shot the vampire a relieved look. He floated over to the door and opened it.
"What are YOU doing here, bloodsucker?"
Fionna quickly ran over and pushed Marshall out of the way, stopping the snarky and no doubt problem causing reply that was building on his tongue.
"Flint! Hi!" She said a little breathlessly.
"Hey Fifi, what's he doing here?" He looked her up and down, his flaming hair flickering a bit brighter. "And what are you wearing?" She blushed.
"Marshall Lee took all my normal clothes..." She trailed off. He looked so angry, and his flames were growing higher.
"So instead of calling me when you got home, you're gallivanting around for him in skimpy clothes?"
"I just got out of the shower! I didn't have anything else!"
"What about the clothes you had on before your shower?" She winced.
"He took them...?" Flint bristled and grew brighter, the edges of his shape becoming more flame-like.
"He saw you NAKED!?"
"No! I mean... I don't think so. I didn't want him too!"
"You didn't want him to? You didn't WANT him to? How about 'no he didn't because I wouldn't let him.'?"
"Exactly what the heck am I supposed to do when I don't even know he's here!?"
"You SHOULD hang out with people who actually RESPECT you not some idiot who just does whatever he wants!"
"Don't you dare tell me who I can and can't be friends with! You know what? I'm done. This is done. I can't even deal with how jealous you are all the time!"
"FINE!" And he left in a blaze. Fionna sighed and deflated but she was strangely relieved. All of Flint's jealousy really had her on edge, and with all the crap Gumball just pulled she needed somebody more chill to hang with.
"You okay, Fi?" Marshall asked.
"Yeah," she sent him a tired smile. "Boy was too jelly." She collapsed on the couch and Marshall floated by her.
"Stressing you out?" She nodded.
"Gumball too. I don't even know what is up with everyone."
"No more 'Bonnibeaux'?" He said the name in a high, breathy voice with his hands clasped near his face and his eye lashes fluttering. He sorta expected a kick to the face or an angry exclamation, anything but what he got.
"I don't even wanna talk about it" she slumped over the arm of the couch.