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Chapter 7

I stared at Finn, waiting for him to make some kind of move to show Princess Bubblegum that he was taken…that he was MINE.

I waited for what felt like hours until I finally ran out the door, determined to keep the tears threatening to spill locked up.

"Princess!" I heard a voice call after me. I ignored it, and kept moving forward. I really couldn't deal with Finn at the moment.

Eventually, I reached my house. After slamming the door, I collapsed on my bed, sobbing into my pillow. Unfamiliar drops slid down my face, and for once, they didn't sting.

How could Bubblegum do this? She wasn't friends with me, granted, but she knew I loved Finn. Why in Ooo would she make a move on him?

Someone knocked on my door. Once. Twice. It kept going, and showed no sign of stopping.

"Please, Princess, let me talk to you," the voice said.

In response, I threw an old flower pot by my bed at the door. It instantly shattered into millions of pieces.

"Glob," it mumbled, before my door crashed to the floor. Finn stood behind it, and looked at the pot in awe. His face was tinged red.

"Seriously?" He asked.

"Go away," I shouted, throwing a pillow at him. He deflected it and gave me a dirty look.

"Not until you listen to me!" He yelled back.

Okay, time to take things into my own hands. I marched over to the doorframe to push him out.

"Not after…OH GLOB!" I cried, jumping to my other foot. Wedged deep in the painful one was a sharp piece of pottery.

"Princess!" Finn said, walking right over the broken pot and carrying me to the bed. I thrashed against him.

"I'm fine," I growled through gritted teeth.

He sighed and set me gently on the bed. Carefully, he looked at my foot.

"Just tell me why you're upset," he said.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "You really don't know?"

"NO!" He cried, clenching his fists. "I'm just a boy, I don't understand these things!"

Guilt pricked me, but I ignored it.

"Maybe you should go ask Bubblegum."

He froze from where he was poking my foot and looked at me.

"Oh…" he said as realization dawned on him.

"Hold my hand," he said quietly.

"No thanks," I answered.

"Glob it, just do it!" he cried, so desperately I complied.

"FINN!" I shouted, as the pain suddenly grew, then disappeared completely. In his hand, Finn held a bloody sharp slice of pot.

"Th…thanks," I mumbled, looking down.

Finn grabbed my chin and forced it back up, blushing hard.

"Princess, I don't know why you get so jealous."

"Maybe because I know you'll dump me for her eventually," I whispered angrily, not meeting his eyes.

Finn sighed. "Do you really think that?"

"Yes." I said louder. "I know it."

"Well, I'm not going to ," he said, giving me a small smile. "I like you too much for that."

"Really?" I asked. I tried to ask if he loved me, but the stupid curse made the words stick in my throat.

His cheeks grew redder as he leaned in and touched his lips to mine. He held my waist lightly.

It was a short kiss. But it was perfect.

"Really," he answered.

And for the first time, I started to believe him.