Fionna's Decision Chpt.1

             “Stop scratching yourself Fionna!” Cake yelled while smacking my hand away from my waist. I pout in silence until she was done. I walked in front of our old cracked mirror and was instantly embarrassed. The dress  is strapless with blue lining at the bottom. Small, blue roses lined the top of the dress. If I moved an inch, the dress flowed in the direction I went. “Oh hun, you’re lumpin’ gorgeous!” Cake sang with her blue eyes wide and sparkly.

             “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I muttered feeling my face get red. I grabbed my white rabbit hat and stuffed my hair, along with my head, inside of it.

            Cake  grew about human size and wrapped her tail around me so I wouldn’t move. She stretched her arms out behind me and when she pulled them back  she had a small, beige, marble box. She opened it and there was a real blue rose. They’re super rare in the land of Aah. She pinned it to the base of my right bunny ear on my hat.

             “Oh suga,” she cooed. Her eyes were double the size they were before. I  grabbed a pastel pink ribbon and tied it around Cake’s neck. I thought if the Ice Queen might come like when she did when I was 13. So I stuffed a small retractable, metal, sword in my hat.

            I looked over at Cake, who was still staring at me, and smiled nervously. “C’mon suga,” she said, “Let’s get to your party.”

~

            The  room was heavily decorated with candy, streamers, and even more candy. It was foggy, then I noticed the fog machine next to DJ Ted. The lights could’ve made someone foam from the mouth.

            Cake  walked off and I spotted her talking to Lord Monochromicorn. She laughed and I smiled to myself, though I didn’t know what they’re talking about. Oh my glob, did it suddenly get really hot in here or is it just me?

            “Why, hello my dearest princess,” a very  familiar voice sang. I spun around and my dress flowed with my movement. The Flame Prince. His attire was formal but it glowed orange. Like his skin, but his skin is yellow. His hair is literally a Mohawk of  fire. It was hard to bear his sudden brightness.

            “Uh,  hey FP,” I said nonchalantly. I call the princes’ by their initials so it’s shorter, and sometimes catchier. The thing that catches my eye about him the most is the red jewel at the front of his Mohawk. He reached out to touch my cheek but I flinched reflexively.

            He  had a pained expression on his face. I didn’t flinch just because his hand is literally a ball of fire, but when I first met him, I saved his life. He repaid me by slapping the lumpin’ glob outta my face.

            Instead  of talking to him anymore I walked away to the food table. I gasped aloud at all of my favorite sweets and candy placed on the table all fancy-like. I grabbed 3 strings of licorice, 5 mini cinnamon buns, and 6  red bombers. The red bombers are spicy but if Gumball knew me, there has to be a juice fountain somewhere. I searched and searched but I just  couldn’t find it! My plate kept wobbling side-to-side so I set it down on a table. Now then, to continue my search for the juice!

-Six minutes later-

            Gah!  I couldn’t find it anywhere! And I’m pretty sure someone took my plate too cause I can’t find that either. I scanned the entire room and spotted Prince Gumball and Marshall Lee talking, er well maybe ranting on each other. So I walked over to both of them without saying anything.  They didn’t miss a beat once they saw me, they instantly stopped ranting and greeted me.

            “Uh hey Marshall,” I said. He nodded in my direction and smiled. “Gumball,” he looked up with a smile. “Where’s the juice?”

            Gumball’s  eyes immediately went to Marshall. All he did was float was there and smirk. “I sucked the red from the punch and now it’s all grey and flavorless,” Marshall said still trying so hard not to laugh.

            But  I didn’t care so I laughed, which made him join in. We three talked nonsense until Marshall floated away. So I asked PG, “What’s Marshall doing?”

            He  was silent as Marshall floated up to DJ Ted. The music went out and Marshall grabbed the mic. “Hey Fi!” he yelled into the mic, “This is for  you. Happy birthday, love.” He floated to a corner and grabbed his axe.  He started playing a tune and singing a song…about us!

            He  floated around me and the spotlight shown upon me and Marshy. Gumball disappeared and left me to stand alone. I tuned out Marshall’s lyrics and just focused on the tune. I blushed as I noticed everyone’s eyes on us. Marshall stopped playing and grabbed me. We were swaying back and forth, dancing in the air to invisible music.

            I  couldn’t bear look at him. My face felt really red. He leaned in for what I thought was going to be a kiss, but he licked my cheeks. I gasped  and he chuckled low. “I couldn’t help it,” he said with that adorable smirk on his blue face, “I love it when you blush, and I’ve always wanted to taste it.” He was whispering so only I can hear.

            Out  in the corner of my left eye I noticed an orange glow. I looked and a flame was coming towards us. I screamed at the top of my lungs and Marshall looked in the direction I was. He tossed me to Cake last minute  and she caught me. She set me down steadily, fixing my dress and all. I  looked where Marshall and I were floating, and he was on the floor just  beneath where we were. FP was standing over him, his entire body aflame. I grabbed my retractable sword from my hat and rushed towards FP.

            “Flame  Priiince!” I yelled while running towards him with my lengthened sword at my side. He didn’t move but once I swung my sword at him he turned into a flame and flew out of the nearest window. Gumball rushed to the other side of Marshall with a pitcher of red liquid, and we both got onto our knees. I laid Marshy onto my lap and opened his mouth to help Bubba pour the liquid into his mouth. The scorch on his head began to heal slightly and he spit grey liquid rather than red out.

            He  looked up at me, his red eyes just staring into my blue ones. “Hey Fi, did you like my song?” I tried my best but I couldn’t hold my tears back  any longer. I started bawling on his chest and I felt him run his fingers through the portion of my hair that stuck out. PG poured more liquid into his mouth and he spit out the greyness. He grabbed me gently  and floated upward. He stood me upright and smiled before turning his head to Gumball. “Hey Dumball, is it fine if I stay here for the day?”

            I  met eyes with PG with what were probably red, puffy, eyes. He looked back at Marshall and gave him only a nod. Then led him to the staircase.