bad little boy | fiolee

25 | I Just Love Arguing

As I walked through the crowd I saw Cake talking to Prince Gumball. I walked up to them and Cake saw me and lightly punched my shoulder.

"That was awesome, Fi!"

"Yeah, I didn't know you could sing that well," Gumball smiled.

"Thanks," I smiled slightly.

"Um, Fionna, could I please speak to you alone for a minute?" Gumball bit his lip.

I looked at Cake and she nodded.

"Sure," I said, letting out a breath.

Gumball grabbed my hand and led me away from the party. When we stopped, I pulled my hand away, almost too harshly.

"What is it?" I asked him, wanting this conversation to end quickly.

"Fionna, I'm sorry about what happened between us back at my castle. I didn't want to sound pushy or whatever. And you have the right to still be mad at me I just-"

I cut him off, "Gumball, don't." I wasn't in the mood to hear this.

"No, Fionna, I have to tell you this. I just didn't know you used to like me that way. And I should have realized it sooner because I started to feel the same. But it's too late. And sometime in the future, if anything happens between you and Marshall, I'll be here for you. Okay?" Gumball's eyes were filled with something I couldn't understand.

Was it sadness?

Disappointment?

"Gumball," I sighed, giving in. "Okay. I'm not mad at you anymore. I just want us to stay buds," I smiled and Gumball pulled me into a hug.

"That's great, Fionna! It feels better knowing you don't hate me."

I laughed and hugged Gumball back.

"What's going on?" we heard a deep voice say.

I looked up and stopped hugging Gumball. Marshall was standing there, arms crossed, and he didn't look too happy.

"We were just talking, Marshall!" I started to protest against any accusations Marshall had.

"Whatever, I just want you to stay away from her. Got it, Gumwad? I don't want you to try and steal her away from me again. She's mine," Marshall growled at Gumball, barely looking at me.

Gumball didn't say anything. He just looked between Marshall and I.

"Whoa, Marshall. He wasn't trying to 'steal me away from you'. We were just talking. That's all," I said to Marshall, trying to defend Gumball.

Marshall looked at me. "Well, I don't want him near you, or you near him. He's just going to try and take you away from me again."

"Excuse me? I can go near Gumball if I want, and vice-versa. And you can't stop me. I'm not something you can own," I put my hands on my hips, annoyed. 

"Are you saying your choosing him over me?" Marshall raised an eyebrow.

"What- That's not what I was saying! Why would you assume that?" I looked at him, a bit surprised.

"Because, I know you used to have a petty little crush on him. You still like him, don't you? Admit it," Marshall looked angry.

"Marshall, whats wrong with you? Why are you acting like this? I didn't even do anything wrong!" I frowned and my hands fell to my sides.

"No, Fionna, whats wrong with you?" Marshall threw my words back at me and they stung. Then I heard him mutter something like, "Cant even be a decent girlfriend."

A bitter laugh escaped past my shut lips. "That hurts, Marshall. Sorry I'm not a good enough girlfriend for you! Why don't you go get a new one then, if I'm no good?" I regretted my words as soon as they came out of my mouth.

"Know what, Fionna? I just might." Marshall's words were like a slap in the face, and that caused me to stumble. My breath caught and I fell to my knees. Marshall walked back into the crowd, just like that.

"Fionna!" Cake came out from behind a tree near Gumball and I, her eyes wide. "I saw and heard everything that happened. It wasn't your fault, Fionna. Marshall will get over it," Cake said sympathetically.

Gumball helped me stand up. "See? A real boyfriend would treat his lady with respect.." Gumball bit his lip. "I think I'm going to go back home now. Good night, Fionna. Hope things settle soon!" Gumball smiled slightly and began to walk away.

"Lets get you home. You probably want to rest, don't you?" Cake's expression became one of concern as she looked up at me.

"Yeah, let's go home." Cake and I walked home, ignoring the people that stared at us as we walked away.

'Great, how am I going to make up with Marshall this time? Last time, he cheated on me, and this time, Marshall thinks I am cheating on him! Ugh.. This party didn't turn out so well for me after all.. I mean, I love Marshall, I really do,' I thought to myself as Cake and I turned left and our house came into view.

I just don't know how to fix things with Marshall.