Cake looked at me, utterly shocked.
"What, so?" I said, becoming defensive. "I can like whoever I want to."
"Nuh-uh, sugar. He ain't the one you should be liking! Or going to the ball with," Cake adds, hastily.
"Cake, I'm fifteen! You need to stop worrying about everything I do!"
Cake shakes her head with a sigh. "Fine, Fionna. But he'd better not hurt you, or else I'm going to claw his face off," Cake goes upstairs, seeming to have made her point, and leaves me alone downstairs.
I sit on the couch with a sigh and hear a faint tapping sound on the window. Alarmed, I get up and cautiously walk over to the window, opening it with a bang.
"Hello?" No answer, no sound, just complete silence. Narrowing my eyes, I shut the window in defeat and get back onto the couch, passing out almost immediately.
The next day, the day of the ball, I wake up with a slight cramp in my neck and realize it's already noon.
"Stupid couch," I mutter as I get up and head upstairs to where Cake helps me get ready for the ball.
Cake had me put on a light blue ball gown, and I was a little embarrassed. I never wear things like this. "Too good for him," Cake had muttered after I put it on. She made me take off my precious bunny hat and now I just felt vulnerable. Now, I just have to wait for Marshall to pick me up and wait for his reaction. (there's a picture of the dress bc I'm too lazy to describe it.)
A few minutes later, I hear a knock on the door and Cake runs over to answer it.
"Hello, Marshall," I hear Cake say, obvious annoyance in her tone.
"Hey, kitty. Is Fionna ready?" I hear Marshall say. I could picture him craning his neck around Cake, trying to see if I was anywhere to be seen.
I count that as my cue and I exit my room, walking downstairs and appearing beside Cake.
Marshall whistles at the sight of me and I feel my face heat up.
He grabs my hand and I wave to Cake, calling out a quick goodbye to her as Marshall flies upward. He wraps his other arm around my waist, to prevent me from falling. When we approach Prince Gumball's castle, we can already hear the music and chatter.
Marshall sets me down outside and we both walk in, his arm still wrapped around my waist.
Conveniently, a slow song comes on and Marshall holds out his hand.
"Care to dance?"
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bad little boy | fiolee
FanfictionFionna was simply the heroine of Aaa, and Marshall Lee the Vampire King. But when they begin hanging out, feelings emerge and they find themselves falling head over heels. How will they manage to make it work when so many new problems arise?
