Gumceline Fan Fic. Chapter Seven

It was Fionna. She pulled Marshall away from me before I could punch him again and sat him down on the couch, grabbing his shoulders. "Are you crazy? You're fighting with yourself!" She said, shaking him. I huffed in amusement and crossed my arms. "Fionna, please." He said, lightly gripping her wrists. "Don't you dare give me that." She said, dropping her hands. "You're acting like a child. You didn't have to gang up on Bubba like that just because you thought I would be scarred for life. It might be true but Bubba only wanted to prove he was right, after all he got so much hate after he announced he saw there were different universes, and he was so caught up in the moment he wasn't thinking. You should have known that." She yelled, obviously furious. "Fionna, you know I only did it for you." He said, getting up. "Whatever Marshall, you should know Bubba has feelings and Marceline was only standing up for him." She said. I was impressed at her attitude towards him, and knew I didn't really have to do anything anymore.
But, after a few minutes of them arguing like an old couple, I decided it was enough. "Okay! You two, calm down and be quiet! Now that we've settled the fact that Marshall's an ass when it comes to protecting his lady it's time to settle down." I said. "Hey, I'm not his lady." Fionna said, her face turning red. She sat down next to Gumball, who had been sitting on the couch cradling his face with his hands the whole time, and patted his back comfortingly. Marshall just crossed his arms. I sighed and tapped his shoulder, gesturing towards the kitchen. He looked down and started walking with me towards it. When we got in I sighed again and shook my head. "Do you have special feelings for her or something? I know I wouldn't be that angry if I didn't like like Finn." I said, getting some strawberries from the fridge. Marshall looked embarrassed and tried to cover his face with his hands. "Well, since I'm probably going to leave soon, I might as well tell someone. Yes." He said, looking even more embarrassed. I laughed a little and poured him some cranberry juice. "Do you have any feeling for Bubba?" He asked, taking a sip of his drink. The question caught me by surprise and I stopped sucking the color from my snack. "W-What?" I asked. "What kind of question is that? Of course I don't." I said, laughing nervously. Wait, why was I nervous? I really didn't have any feelings for him, did I? No, of course I didn't. "Really. You don't." He asked, raising an eyebrow. "I don't." I said firmly. I don't. He yawned, "Well it's been quite a day hasn't it? Time to get some sleep. We all need it." He said, smiling. "Yeah, we do. Sorry for punching you earlier, by the way." I said, opening the door for him. "No problem, it didn't even hurt." He joked. "Right." I said, laughing and pushing him lightly through the door.
Fionna was still trying to make Gumball feel better, and she was telling him a joke, which he laughed a little at. Cake was sitting next to Fionna, also trying to make Gumball feel better. "Hey, Bubba. Sorry for all the harsh words. I was just mad. And Cake, I'm glad your alive." He said, sitting next to Gumball and patting his back. "It's okay. I made a foolish mistake." Gumball replied, obviously happy that Marshall apologized. Cake just smiled in reply, and Fionna smiled a little too and gave Marshall a look that said a mix of, thank you, and you're and idiot. "Time to sleep." I said firmly. "We've all had a long day, and now it's time to rest." I said, sounding a little too relieved. Everyone sighed sleepily and Gumball got some blankets from the closet I showed him when he first arrived and laid them all out symmetrically, and everyone laid on them gratefully. "Oh, by the way, I'm Fionna, that's Cake." Fionna said playfully to me. "Nice to know." I replied, laughing and shutting off the lights. I floated to my room and actually laid on my bed, exhausted and happy, even after all that was going on. I drifted off into a deep sleep in no time, dreaming about Prince Gumball and I. Hm. What a strange thing to dream about, right?