I walked back to the - my - circle of friends.
"Lol ok, Marceline-" I began.
"Call me Marce. Or Marcy."
"Well, Marcy, since you're most like Marshall Lee the Vampire King, I'll ask you for advice? What do I do?"
The black haired vampiress deliberated a bit. "Wait for your moment. When he goes and did something totally dank, give him a hug. Slowly move your face closer to his, y'know, until he gets the idea: closes the gap, kisses you back.
Forget your nervousness. Focus on how exactly good it feels to be in his arms with your arms wrapped behind his neck and a kiss on your lips.
Then pull away, just stop. He'll be left totally hanging as you lean your head on his shoulder, saying something like how you've always wanted to do that.." Her eyes were loosely shut, dreamy expression from fantasizing about her lovely Finn.
And a thought occurs to me, am I fated to be with Marshall?
Do I have a choice?
At the silence, Marceline popped her eyeballs open. "What're yall looking at?" Biting her lip and blushing a shade of dark blue.
Marceline's POV
"OKAY, Marcy, since you're most like Marshall Lee the Vampire King, I'll ask you for advice? What do I do?" Little Fionna asked. Why'd she ask me? I paused. Why not Gumball, or Finn for that matter - I thought he "was a guy and knows what guys like".
However that's not the only thing distracting me.
That pink glob of goo sitting across from me is also on my mind. He looks, real good.. Delicious I dare say. I wonder if he has muscles under that pink suit of his.
And suddenly, I imagine... Things. Words fall out my mouth without my permission as visions of myself and Gumbutt float about behind my eyelids. Contrary to popular belief, classy is always a big turn on for me. Dancing (or floating in my case) to the slow beat of a sappy love song in our tuxes and little sexy black dresses. Gently kissing; I wonder what he tastes like..
Rationality breaks through. My eyes fly open and I see that everyone is staring at me! Oh glob, it wasn't that obvious. Was it?
"What are y'all staring at??" Ah, I feel blood leaking from the inside of my lip.. For some reason my face seems cooler than usual. Then it dawns on me that I'm blushing. Blushing. What? Vampires do not blush! To be honest that's embarrassing me more than the fact that they thought I was talking about Gumball.
"Thinking about me babe?" Asked my boyfriend, grinning.
Wait..Finn. Duh. Took me a minute but I realize he was the one Fionna, gumball and Finn thought I daydreamed about. How wrong. Or nahh, bruh! "Sure, Finn-bear."
Fionna POV
Hmm? What's all this then? Blushing, sure. But an entire demeanor shift? Whatcha got in ya head, Vampy? Ni did you sound too enthusiastic about your little "Finn bear".
I follow Marcy's line of sight, carefully, so she don't notice. And oh my Gron, who is she ogling... but the Gumball Prince himself.
Ho, ho, hold up!
