Months had went by and Marshall sat at his home, waiting for the prince to speak to him. Gumball never came, and Marshall knew very well he wouldn't. Gumball would be too dignified or embarrassed to approach Marshall, and Marshall had too much pride to approach Gumball. Even with the throb in his heart, Marshall couldn't bring himself to apologize to the prince.
For one, what would he apologize for? Admitting his feelings? Telling the prince the truth?
"Nuts to that." Marshall mumbled as he stared at his ceiling. This had become a daily routine for him, he'd lay in bed until dark and then stare at his ceiling and think. He hadn't left his house since that night.
Suddenly, a knock at his door aroused him. He floated lazily downstairs and opened the door, his stomach twisted in a knot.
"Bubba..?"
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Sweet Prince
RomanceStory about Gumball and Marshall's relationship, and why it can't happen.
