(Terribly written) just a bro.

4: Fionna's fantasy

Fionna can't help but sit there on her moderately comfortable couch- splayed out in one of the most un-girly ways ever invented (she's pretty positive she did) and just think about those words that he had said to her the day before.

"I can help you, you know."

It's something that she has to lay down to think about at 3 o-clock in the morning and just quietly ponder, because cake is still asleep, and a sleepy cake is not a happy cake. More like a murderous cake.

Silently, she laughs at herself at the thought of a murderous cake. No, not the cat. A real murderous cake. With a face and stuff, Probably melting candles and cartoonish, dark eyebrows.

I WILL EAT YOU LIKE YOU ATE MY FAMILY WHAGARBL DO I LOOK SO DELICIOUS TO YOU NOW?!

Now she can't help but snicker a little bit- her mind was a wasteland full of nonsense that kept her entertained occasionally. That was the fun part though.

Getting back on track, she wonders what he had really meant with that, because if she knew Marshall lee, she knew that there were always strings attached when he was doing favors. Which was rare for him anyway. He was kind of a, first-come-first-served type of guy, who didn't really care about feelings (she swears he doesn't have any) in her mind. Which was not a lie. He was pretty careless and nonchalant.

Then, she thinks about prince gumball. She thinks about the way he does things ever so majestically, and about how he would occasionally bring her some treats like muffins or cream- puffs just to check in. fionna actually ended up not liking cream puffs- not after that whole Marshall-lee-fake-dying-cream-puffs-in-his-shirt-because-he's-COMPLETELY-INSANE thing.

Fionna has a total one track mind. She was either thinking about something over here, or something over there. If she decided to change something about how she thought, it would take a lot of negotiating with herself, and a lot of time. She was rarely an indecisive person.

Right now, she had her mind completely set on prince gumball, and how she could get him. Thinking about that just made her go back to the words, "I can help you, you know."

And why couldn't he? He might not have some diploma showing it or anything, but he was Marshall lee, and you can expect anything from that immortal- smooth talking-singing- guitar-playing - blood sucking- bro of hers.

So she takes a minute, and finally considers it. She jots down in her mental calendar to see Marshall before gumball's donut testing that he called her in for a few hours ago. (along with multiple apologies for calling so late... it was nine o'clock)

That would work. And if it didn't, who cares? Fionna knew somewhere deep in her heart that she would get the guy of her dreams in the end.

So the plan was set. Realizing that, she had no need to lay on the couch of deep thinking for tonight. She pushes herself up off of it, tiredly scampers over to the ladder leading upstairs, and takes one last glimpse of the living room before disappearing completely into her and Cake's shared bedroom.

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The sunlight silently seeps through the window nearest to fionna, which ultimately ends up hitting her eyelids, forcing her unaware self to violently jerk over in her furs to hide from it. She restrains actually hissing at it- finally- partly understanding how Marshall lee feels for once- No, she corrects herself- he doesn't have feelings. ...does he?

Her mind flickers to the thought of him, and suddenly the gears in her brain are ticking again, pestering her to just get her lazy butt up. Mind rules over body, after all- so after a few terribly - sleepy- sunlight-filled yawning and eye rubbing minutes, she finally gets up.