The Incomplete World Of Elmore

Part 4

~ Down The Street Near The Watterson Home

Later that night

As the two walked down the street, neither spoke to each other. It was quiet between the feline and the emo teen who now wore clothes that suited her personality. She remembered what Gumball had told her earlier as she noticed the stitches around his neck. She wondered how he managed to survive without going to the hospital.

"So, Gumball... how did you get those muscles?" She said she saw home without his shirt, which stunned her, but she didn't want to admit it.

"It was mostly from training, and I work out often on weekends and when I get home, " he said in his usual monotone.

"It shows." Knowing he was serious about that

"So, how long have you been doing this"?

"It has been about eight years since I started training. My mom wanted to make me strong so that I wouldn't get beaten up by anyone at school. She also ensured that my body could endure harsh punishment so I couldn't feel any physical pain."

"Uh huh, that would explain how you endured Carmen beating you up." Clare

"That and a charm of hummingbirds attacking me." Gumball

"What"? Clare questions this, but the Cabbit changes the subject.

"So is that your natural hair color or?-".

" No, it's dyed."

"You murdered your hair."

"No, I just changed its color. Before this, I was a brunette," Clare said.

Clare smacks him on the head in annoyance. "Why did you dye it baby barf green?"

She groaned, "It was supposed to be pine green, but I couldn't find the right hair dye, so I chose this color." She had her arms crossed in a hmph while not looking at him.

Gumball looked at the teenager on his left and asked, "So I've meant to ask you something."

She loses her train of thought as she turns to see the cabbit.

"What is it?"

"A few days ago, you kept saying Martha took Gary from you. Were you both enemies back in Detroit?" The cabbit wondered about this.

Clare's eyes look down while still talking in her usual mopey state with a sigh.

" Martha was my best friend before I moved here."

"So you were friends with her"? His ears twitched after hearing this.

"...Yes...and I also didn't use to act like this...How would you say.."

He responds with his head tilted, "Emu?"

No, that's emo. I meant I wasn't always someone who wrote in their diary and used their tears as ink." She snapped a bit before calming down for a second.

"So you weren't always a downer"?

"Way to put it bluntly, Gumball." Repeating this sarcastically to the cabbit, he got what she meant this time.

She looks down at the ground with her hands in her pockets.

I was back in Detroit a few months ago when I was twelve. I was what you call a troublemaker with an optimistic and naive personality. I also used to have my hair in a ponytail. I was thinking back about it, but I saw it as my old shame.

Plus, I had Martha, who was like a sister and my best friend.

"We had a lot of misadventures together around Detroit. I also had a crush on this guy since kindergarten. I have already mentioned his name, so I will not bore you with the details; however, I managed to get into a relationship with him."