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Gumballs point of view:

Marshall dropped me in the closet, my butt hitting the ground with a small thud as I stared up at him in disbelief.

How could a small kiss affect him this much?

Marshall smiled at me deviously as he shut the door with his hip. Letting his feet touch the ground as he stood, towering over me.

"Don't think you can get off that easily." He grinned helping me to my feet. I stood tall, holding my ground slightly in defiance as I felt the pink start to tint my cheeks.

"What is the meaning of this?!" I asked him in shock. He just smiled and grabbed me by the waist pressing us to the wall softly as his leg slipped between mine to keep us steady.

"Well; I thought I'd see just how much you could handle. You seen just as interested in me, as I am in you." He said, that smile holding. I can't describe how I feel.

Turned on? Disgusted? Intrigued? Maybe even a bit horny?

I laid a hand on the side of his face staring him down. "So you chose the broom closet?" I asked, raising my eyebrow in a questioning manner.

He nodded "Some place you would have preferred?" I felt my face grow a stronger shade of pink as I turned my face away from him. "I'm only stating the broom closet is dirty and a bit cliche if you ask me."

He laughed and gripped my waist a bit tighter leaning down and whispering in my ear. My breath hitching in my throat as his words consumed my thoughts.

He released me and turned, walking out of the broom closet. I watched him float down the halls as his words filled my head.

Meet me at my apartment after school. 907 Adventure lane, room 327.

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