Listen To My Undead Heart (Gumlee)

Constellations

OKAY GUYS! Let's all just pretend that the chapter with Marshall y'know... doing some things.... DIDN'T HAPPEN! I was seriously sleep deprived and holy shit it was really stupid of me. Scratch that whole chapter. ignore it....

Gumball decided to take me out to eat after I got out of the hospital. It was sweet of him but I really just wanted to go home and get rid of my headache. But, he seemed to blame himself for what happened to me so I really couldn't say no. The doctor said I needed to take it easy for a few days which I agreed to.

"So, where are we going?" I asked as Bubba pulled me along. We passed plenty of dining places but he didn't stop at any of them. Soon enough, the old run down bar I go to most of the time came into view. I quietly chuckled to myself, remembering the events that took place the night Bubba joined me there. I don't think I've ever gotten so wasted that I was kicked out before. I can usually handle myself just fine. I was pretty stressed that night.

"I thought this would be okay. It's nothing too flashy and not many people go here," He smiled at me and pushed open the door. There were only two other people in the whole place and they didn't seem like they knew eachother. The bartender placed his hands on the counter and shook his head at me with a smirk.

"You here to apologize?" The sarcasm stung like a bee.

"You know I'd never apologize to you," I shot back. Bar pun? Yeah? No?

Bubba smacked my arm and glared at me. I smiled at him.

"Don't worry, we're only joking,"

"Yeah, don't worry Pinky. Marshall and I are on good terms," I lead Bubba to the table by the window. It was small and cracked but it was still easy to see out of.

{Time Skip cause I'm really not feeling it right now...}

"So, Marsh," Bubba began. I sat quietly, waiting for him to contine. "Where do you want to go after this?"

"Oh, well I was planning on going home. I've got a headache I'd like to get rid of,"

"Want me to come? I feel like I shouldn't leave you alone until you're all better," He paused again and spun his fork around. "It makes me nervous to leave you by yourself," His eyes were such a beautiful blue. They seemed to carry the sea and small specks of stardust. You would assume by his eyes that he was always so care free. But the truth is, he'd hide it. He'd hide his pain behind a curtain of constellations. Many were fooled by the dancing stars but only few could see past them, into the true saddness pooled within his irises. I was one of the few.

"Hey, Gumball," I reached my hand out onto the table and looked deep into his eyes. He didn't look back. "I would love nothing more," I smiled longingly at him but the constellations stared intensly at the table. "Gumball, look at me," His eyes shifted to mine and I felt my heart thump a little louder. "You don't need to worry okay?" He nodded. I knew he was fighting back tears. I could see them.

I stood up and walked toward the bar tender. I gave him the money we owed and soon, we left.

As we walked back to my house, it was quiet. Gumball kept his eyes on the ground in front of him while I tried to make him look up at me. I needed to see his eyes. I needed to see if he was trying to hide his pain from me. Without thinking, I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and pulled him close to me. My face heated up and I forced my eyes to the stars. They were so incredibly hard to see.

"The sky doesn't even come close," I mumbled to myself in awe. The night sky was just a blanket of black. It was a dream abandoned. The stars didn't shine as bright as I thought they used to. They didn't even seem to shine at all.

"What was that?" Gumball asked from my side.

"Nothing," I didn't want to tell him what I thought about his eyes. That was my personal wonder to love. Before I knew it, the boring, dim sky was replaced with what seemed like one hundered galaxies fused together. Yes, Bubba's eyes were once again staring right into my own. Only this time, he was on top of me. His legs were pinned on either side of me and his arms were holding himself up above my head. "Whatcha doin'?" I giggled.

"Lookin' at you," Gumball smiled so cutely at me when he said that. It's as if a kitten and a puppy became best friends and played with eachother in a swimming pool, fighting over a pool toy, or some shit.

"God, the things you do to me..." I sighed happily and enjoyed the view I had for the time being. My hands found their way to his face. They rested on his cheeks and I used my thumbs to brush against his skin. His cheeks were rosy.

"What do you mean?" He cooed.

"Oh you know what I mean," I rolled my eyes. He giggled as I leaned up, kissing along his collar bone. After only a few seconds, his arms buckled and he collapsed on to me. After a small "oof" sound I wrapped my arms around his torso. I ran my fingers along his spine and listened to his breath soften.

"Mm, Marsh, don't do this to me now..." He groaned from frustration.

"Aww, why not?" I pouted.

"Because we're in the open. I don't feel like getting caught by someone today," Bubba giggled and nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck.

"Buzz kill," I chuckled. "Should we continue this at my place?"

"Only if your headache isn't bugging you," He put the back of his hand on my forehead and frowned.

"Oh please, if I could put up with all of this, I can handle, well, that," I smirked at him.

"I guess so," He shrugged and hoisted himself back up to his feet. I actually missed his body pressed so close to mine like that. I felt much colder than a moment ago.

Okay, the next chapter will contain mature content but it will also contain cutesy crap for getting this story to 13K. Hope you liked this one. Get ready for some other... stuff..... You can't tell but I'm wiggling my eyebrows.