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❝ ＩＴ'Ｓ Ａ ＧＵＭＭＹ ＬＩＦＥ ❞

Anticipation circled within the polished, incandescent apartment block - luminous sunlight bursting through the crystal clear glass between the window frame as Gummy kept his fixated gaze focused on the television's movement.

(Y/n) was slouched beside him, head resting on his tense shoulder while she shifted her interest to the movie he seemed to be extremely passionate about.

Finally, Gummy and (Y/n) had managed to have a night alone - relaxing in the colours of the evening surrounding the building outside and enjoying every second of the movie that had just come to its conclusion.

"Frankly, my dear. I don't give a pecan." The dramatic voice echoed from within the flat screen TV, earning a confused yet surprised expression from its most enthusiastic viewer.

Dramatic text spelling out 'the end' soon covered the screen, Gummy leaping from his comfortable seated position as his troubled gaze moved closer to the television.

"Nooo! Don't end!" He screamed with a downhearted tone, sadness filling his cobalt eyes as he flung his arms from beside the top of his head down to almost the tips his toes.

"There's still hope for you and the calamari ranch!" Gummy spun across the living room, earning an entertained giggle from (Y/n) on the soft shamrock couch.

Gummy's aggressive spinning to put out his passionate fire came to a sudden end as he came to a stop in front of the cushioned furniture.

"Boy, what a movie! Action, danger, thrills, nose picking, mystery, walnuts, romance... and, UNDERWEAR!" He shouted, reminiscing the thrilling events of the screen during the last hour.

"How could it end so badly!? Something must be done!" Gummy continued, punching the palm of his opposite hand with determination.

That's when an amazing idea suddenly crossed his mind.

He gasped. "I know! I'll make my own movie! Then everyone will be happy!"

"Gummy..." (Y/n) chuckled, watching as her zealous boyfriend dashed across the room and began digging into the drawers.

He tossed all sorts of items from within the cabinet, before managing to land his fingers on an immaculate, jet black clapperboard - that had clearly never been used.

"Action!" He cried, raising the clapperboard into his hopeful ocean gaze.

"Hmm... but what action?" Gummy's beaming smile dropped a little, realisation crossing his face as no ideas sprung to mind.

"Maybe you need a story?" (Y/n) added, throwing any helpful thoughts into the mix.

"Yeah, but I don't think I have one in this drawer..." Gummy replied, pacing back across the ivory floorboards.

"Who needs a story? I know what I like!" He continued, letting his imagination control him.

(Y/n) watched from the seafoam sofa, chuckling every few seconds from pure entertainment.

"Make way for the king of the living room!" Gummy screamed, eyes scrunched closed as his creative mind painted the image of a jungle in his view.

He leapt into the air, picturing a vine to swing from as his fingers grasped thin air in reality. However, this resulted in Gummy smashing into the shelves beside the doorway with a shaken scream.

Books and other ornaments showered onto Gummy's head, pain and discomfort shooting down towards his shoulders and back.

(Y/n) shot up from her slouched position, dashing towards her collapsed boyfriend leaning against the bottom of the cabinet in suffering.