The pink in my cheeks

Pining

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Gumballs pov

I feel a little awkward saying that, he doesn't seem to mind it though, he smiles and leans back on his couch

"No problem man, you're pretty cool, in my opinion. " He shot me another wink. Is he flirting? Or is he just like that...

I nod "well, thank you again, Marshall. " I feel a smile creep onto my face as I say his name. Its fitting "so, what do you usually do at home"

He shrugged "eh.. I usually play guitar and sing when I'm by myself... Oh! But I have a bunch of favorite movies that I've always wanted to watch with someone! If uhh.. That interests you" He floated back up

I nod "sure, it sounds nice"

He smiles widely "rad. Oh and I have some board games from pre war times. If you come hang out often we can probably play all of them"

I laugh and nod. Sounds awesome..

***

It's been a couple weeks now since I've met Marshall officially. Ive been going over to his treehouse a couple times a week. Namely on the nights of the concerts. I wonder what could possibly inspire him to write so many unique songs...

I say as I walk toward the concert from my kingdom. I can't wait to hear him play again. He's definitely my favorite musician.

Just then, I'm swept off my feet, I yelp and flail slightly before grabbing onto his shoulders "MARSHALL LEE. " I say in a stern voice.

He laughs "come on its fun, you know you love it" He winked again, this boy has a habit of doing that.

I blush faintly and roll my eyes "well... I don't hate it. But a warning would make it more enjoyable for me."

He laughs and flies toward his tree house

"Hey! Marshall we're going to miss your concert, did you forget something? "

"Ehh, yeah but. I told em I'm not playing this week. So. We can hang out a little longer" He said before setting me down on top of a soft, purple pillow atop his couch

It's sweet, but I was looking forward to it "but your fans are going to be disappointed"

He landed on his feet and shrugged "eh, who needs em. They'll be fine for one week it's not the end of the world.. That already happened. "

I huff, crossing my arms "well. For your information, I am a fan, and I was looking forward to your concert. "

His expression softens a little "well.. I didn't mean I don't need all of them" He looks around before smirking and flying up the latter

"Marshall! That isn't an excuse. I appreciate the gesture really but-"

He flies back down, bass in hand "here. How about a private concert then"

I uncross my arms, frozen in thought for a moment "what about your other fans? "

Marshall sighed "they knew about it, I called in, I just didn't tell you because I wanted it to be a surprise but you chose to be such a killjoy" His expression contorted into aggravation "what, did you want to see the other bands that bad? I can take you there? Or were you just talking to me for publicity? We're not really friends? "

I gasp and stand up, poking him in the chest "you watch your mouth. I am not a kill joy. And so what if I wanted to see the other bands. They deserve respect just like you.. "

He dropped his bass "oh, so it's true then. You really aren't my friend? "

"I didn't say that! Marshall i-"

He cut me off "well you didn't deny it!" I could see his face shifting into... Something.. Else.

I take a step back, slightly scared by the violent expression "I didnt deny it because I was more concerned about addressing the first comments"

His face burned angrier, resembling more of a bat "so our friendship is just less important right? That's it isn't it! "

I grab the sides of my head in frustration, furrowing my eyebrows "no! Marshall I didn't say that either. If you would just listen! "

"Why should I!?" I could see him grow from his shoulders, wings threatening to poke from the skin

I've had enough "this is ridiculous! You're making a big deal out of nothing. And I don't have to stand for this! " I groan loudly as I dive to the latter, sliding down to avoid him as quickly as possible as he seems rather dangerous at the moment. I stumble across the wooden floor toward the door, just as I grasp the handle I feel cold arms wrap around me from behind, holding me tightly, I thrash in fear instinctively

"Hey" His voice was deep and hoarse from yelling. But, it was significantly calmer, I relax a little as I realize he's not in that bat-like form anymore

"Marshall. What you did back there was scary. You need to understand that, I'm not used to it. You know, most candy people explode under stress. Lucky for you I'm an acception. " I face the door, holding the handle In case I needed to run once more.

I feel him sigh against the back of my neck, I blush as it sends chills down my back. He pressed his fluffy black hair to the back of my head "Sorry... Or what ever.. "

I let go of the handle hesitantly "what has gotten into you. I was just saying that it was rude, and inappropriate to bail on your fans. And I understand now that you didn't, and really. I'm not upset about missing the other bands, I only go to those stupid concerts to hear you sing anyways. I just would have liked a heads up, and I should be allowed to like the other bands if I did"

He loosens his grip on my waist before entirely letting go, when I turned back , his face was shaded fully by his black locks. "You can go. "

I feel my heart tense. Am I being kicked out-? "I know I can. You wouldn't be able to keep me here if I wanted to leave"

He looked up at me, his red eyes glowing brighter as tears lined his corners "I wouldn't do that anyways.. I just wanted to-" He sighed, scratching the back of his head "I don't know. I've lumped everything up now haven't i-"

I sigh, walking forward before hugging him tightly around the shoulders  "no. You just scared me. I'm not even mad. I just don't want you lashing out on me like that. "

I feel his shoulders relax a little, hugging me back tightly around the waist. A very, very close and tight hug due to the position. I blush faintly "Marshall... "