The Perks of Being Gumball (gumlee)

Bro time?

Waking up wasn't fun. My head was sore and it took forever for my eyes to get used to the light. Yet, once I was fully awake I looked at my clock and smiled, about five minutes until Bubblegum and Marshall got out of school, meaning about fifteen until they got here. So, I stood up, stretched and walked into the bathroom for a shower. Having some bro time with Marshall was gonna be fun, really this was gonna be the first time we have hung out together alone. Usually Fiona tags along on our outings so she does. I can't blame her though, Marsh is very fun to hang out with.

As I walked out of the bathroom I heard the door opening and Bubblegum's shouting with Marshall's laughing in the background. I ran down the stairs as fast as I possibly could to save my sister from murdering someone and save my friend from being murdered.

"Barnaby I swear to everything if you do not get this boy out of my sight there will be a knife in his throat as I cook!" Bonnie exclaimed as my foot stepped down off of the last step. I chuckled and just looked Marshall up and down as he sat and smirked at me. I swear my heart stopped for at least three seconds as I couldn't say or so anything without fully thinking about it.

I laughed before sighing and looking at him to speak, "Come on you idiot, before there is blood on the white carpet that I have to clean up." He nodded at Bonnie before standing and walking up the stairs like he owned the house, I rolled my eyes at her as she scowled before quickly following close after him. He seemingly new where my room was, or it was an educated guess as it was the only door open that wasn't the bathroom. I signed and followed in after and sat down on my chair quickly hiding the last letter I had written as he made himself comfortable in my bed.

"So, romance huh?" Marshall was the one who broke the silence, which really wasn't unusual. He normally did break the tension between people. Including the both of us.
"Well, yes that's what you wanted to talk about. You're love life to be specific," I reminded him, hoping he wouldn't be entailed to ask about my own. As I didn't really have a love life and at the minute I didn't exactly want one.

"Yeah, I'd been saying to Ashley about getting a boyfriend but you see very few people think I'm gay and are also gay. Pft I feel like if I acted more like you did then I may have a couple dates, how girls and guys aren't lining up to date you is a mystery ."

I casually nodded along as he spoke, my mind not entirely registering what he was saying, but more just watching the movement of his mouth.

"It's kinda hard you know, I have a reputation and as much as I would like to keep it I would rather be happy with a boyfriend at the minute," He sighed, his eyes scanning around my room as I watched him. My room wasn't all that decorated, a poster of Paramore signed by Haley Williams from when we went to see them in London with one of Bubblegum's friends from over there. There was also a small picture frame which held a photo of my mum and my dad on their anniversary, little Gumball was holding up a sign that said 'ew gross' as they kissed whilst little Bubblegum had two roses, one pink and one white. Our family had always been called a rose bush, but as my uncle liked to point out, I was the thorns on all of the pretty flowers. It was then I realized that Mashall was also looking at the photo.

I watched him for a little bit before deciding to explain, "They're my parents so they are, I know that Bonnie and I don't look much like them, but we were theirs. We loved them to pieces and they loved us back." I was almost shaking, I didn't want to have a break down in front of someone like Marshall, as much as I trusted him. I could never do it. He looked up at me frowning slightly. 

"So, where are they now?" His eyebrow was raised and head tilted as if he needed to physically show me that it was a question.  I sighed and looked down at my feet with a small frown forming on my face.

"They've been gone for a while now, mum died in hospital after a car crash and my dad died from direct impact from the same crash," I could almost hear my heat rate increase as I spoke. I had never told any of my friends how my parents died, what in the world could have made him different. I never had wanted anyone's pity, but as i felt his arm wrapping around my shoulder and rubbing my back with his hand I almost didn't want it to stop.

He had a mantra of 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry' he didn't stop ever when I told him that it wasn't his fault or that I was fine. It was his actions that pushed me to tears, not the thoughts of how it was really my fault, how I could have prevented it. 

I barely noticed how tired I really was as he lifted me easily from my sitting position to the bed. I didn't notice him sitting beside me as I cried it out.

But one thing, I certainly didn't notice that he fell asleep and I was comfortable with him in my personal space, how I was happy to have him there, how I never wanted to get up, how I was slipping into sleep so easily whilst listening to him breathe. I didn't notice how in love I was at that moment, and I was going to regret it