The pink in my cheeks

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Gumballs pov

"Yeah? " He says in a low voice, still holding me

I sigh, it is really nice.. I think.. I feel something for him actually... My face burns brightly at the realization. Oh glob. I definitely do. How could I have not noticed til now. "U-uhm.. I was going to ask for an apology b-but"

He pulls me upward, I'm slightly shorter than him currently. My feet move forward so I don't fall, stepping onto his feet by accident "oh! Pardon me i-" Before I could finish, his feet were off the ground and we were floating back up the latter.

He set me down in front of the couch, pulling back. "I'm sorry man. I was just kind of mad that you weren't happy about it. Even if I did ditch, I ditched them all for you so I kinda expected you to feel special, not you know.. Mad or what ever" He looked out the window awkwardly "and uh- I guess I got jealous cause I thought the other bands were more important or something, I dunno, I suck at words. "

I smile and shake my head "no, you do suck at lying though. Nobody could ever be as good with words as you are. Maybe not expressing guilt, but, the words you write are beautifully strung. That's why you're my favorite. I go to the concerts for you only. So, don't be jealous"

I see his cheeks pinken slightly, wow. That was unexpected.

"So... I did plan a private concert though- if uhm... You're interested in that" He sat criss cross on the floor. His bass in his lap

I nod and sit in front of him the same way "of course I am. I'd love that" I sigh. Calming down from the argument.

***

Marshalls pov

After I finish singing my song, I look up to see his purple eyes glittering as they always do when i sing. I feel a pounding in my chest.. Damn.. He's actually really handsome.

What am I thinking, he's just my friend. He'd never feel that way, I can't ruin our friendship with it.

"How'd you learn to play so well? " He asked, scooting over to sit next to me.

I smile "oh, I dunno just practice I guess. You wanna try? " I ask as I gesture my bass to him

"Oh no, I'd just give you a headache, I've never touched a guitar before" He said nervously

I laugh "well, neither had I at one point. Besides this wasn't even a guitar when I first got it. I made it actually- but, I'll show you" I set the bass in his lap as I sit behind him slightly, moving his left hand to the neck of the guitar and his right to the strings. "And, between you and me, there's really no way you can mess up a bass. All the notes are too deep to be annoying"

He looked up at me, his cheeks tinted red "that must be why it harmonizes with your voice so well"

I feel my cheeks burn at the comment, should I move my hands-? He doesn't seem uncomfortable with it- but ugh, what am I doing "thanks- uhm, like this" I place his fingers over some chords and show him how to strum "I'll place notes and you strum?"

He was still looking at me before he awkwardly broke eye contact, looking down to the bass "I'd like that a lot" He said softly. I could hear the smile in his voice. It was nice.

I placed my fingers to the many chords of the first song I sang for him in concert, he strummed to the beat without a flaw. He leaned into my chest, his back was warm. I blush darkly as I look to him

He slows his strumming as he turns his head to face mine. We're really really close.. Ugh what If I'm making him feel weird. I pulled my arms away, no longer having them around him to ease the awkwardness " S-sorry I guess I got too into it-"

Just as I finished my sentence, he'd set the bass down and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, slamming his lips into mine. I was blushing so hard I could smell the red from my cheeks. I placed my hands on his, kissing him back softly.. His lips taste like sugar and strawberry syrup.. My favorite..

After a moment or so he pulled back for air, I didn't need it. His face was blood red. How cute, it smelled awesome "i- that was- uhm- alright, right-? D-did i-? " He stammered

I took his hand in mine, holding it up by my ear as I leaned into his, taking a deep breath in of his scent "that was perfect" I said simply, he smelled like red, and sweet, it was intoxicating, I bet his red is the best in Aaa

I could hear him sigh as he wrapped his free arm around my neck, leaning in over my shoulder "good.. It was wonderful" He said softly, I could smell the red stronger now.

I pull back a little and lean into his lips, whispering against them "can I... Would you let me have.. Uhm" I got nervous, I don't know if he even knows I eat colour yet

"P-pardon-? " He asks nervously, his eyes focused on my lips... Adorable..

"You just, smell amazing.. Can i- can I bite you, it won't hurt, I won't hurt you" I feel like an idiot

Gumballs pov

I feel my heart pounding in my chest and hear it in my ears, I look back to his red eyes, focused in on mine "i-, uhm- I guess- I don't really have blood it's syrup-" I kind of wanted him to, but he'll probably be uninterested now... How long has he felt this way-? Or is he just hungry

He closed his eyes before kissing me again, I could feel his cold lips pressed to mine, they moved together like they were made to fit together. I felt my heart melt as he sunk his fangs into my bottom lip slightly. It only stung a little. I'm gum, so it'll be ok.. What does he want syrup for-?

I didn't feel anything, he pulled back, licking and then blowing on my lip as it healed "sorry, that's how I heal bite marks.. Your red is fantastic-"

I pause "my- my what? "

He smiles and laughs quietly "I forgot to tell you, I eat colour not blood. Your cheeks were so red I could smell it.. And you already taste so wonderful I thought - well, I was right, I didn't take much , you're still red, just less"

I blush harder at him pointing out my red face "oh- well, that's alright, I liked it anyway-"