Marshall's POV
"Kiss me, Marshall."
"W-... What?"
"Kiss me! Please!"
The pair of pink, sugary lips crashed hungrily into mine. The more we got into in kiss, the lighter his lips felt. I opened my eyes to find him gone.
I remember that night.
You... You didn't want me... Because you hate me. We'll never be anything more than friends...
I jerked up and fell out of bed. "Ah... Shit." I groaned. I got up. 'Fucking dreams.' I thought. I dragged myself into my bathroom. I brushed my teeth, and my hair. I took off my shirt and threw it in my clothes basket. I walked out in just my boxers and looked through my drawer. I grabbed a 'Snow White's Poison Bite' band shirt and some skinny jeans. I put it on and grabbed my guitar. I laid on my bed and I strummed a tune and cleared my throat.
"It's hard to wake up,
When the shades have been pulled shut.
This house is haunted,
It's so pathetic,
It makes no sense at all.
I'm ripe with things to say,
The words rot and fall away.
What stupid poem, could fix this home?
I'd read it everyday..."
I stopped playing. I sat up. I thought of that dream I had. I did remember that night. He thought I didn't. But I remember it as clear as he did. I might have drank a little bit... I don't like drinking anymore. Because I'm a fucking dumbass when I'm drunk. I fucked with Gummy's heart. Maybe that's why he avoided me after that... Ugh, I'm such a screw up. I actually wasn't that drunk... Like I knew what I was doing. But he must've noticed I was drunk and got upset. I tasseled my hair and flew out of my house and towards the Candy Kingdom. I got a couple of stares. I'm not surprised.
'Wow look! That one evil vampire kid is here in the Candy Kingdom!' I flew up to the balcony of Gummy's window. I played my guitar loudly. I heard a thump inside the room. I opened the balcony doors and flew in. "Holy shit, did I scare you?" I said, seeing him on the ground around broken glass. "Um, yeah." He said, sounding pissed. I quickly flew around him, picking up all the glass. "I'm sorry." I threw the glass away. I grabbed his hand and pulled him up. "It's fine.." He said, brushing himself off. "So what do you want?" He asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "Lets go do something." He looked up from brushing himself off. His cheeks were a tinted red. "Oh, um... I have a busy day today..." I waved him off. "Just tell them you want the day to yourself." I said, smiling. He sighed. "But..-" I pushed him out his door. "Come on," I whined. "We're wasting time." He groaned and walked downstairs. I closed the door and flew around the room playing my guitar.
Gumball's POV
"May I have a day to myself?" I asked Peppermint Maid. If she said I couldn't I was going to anyway. I'm the flippin' prince here. "But... Sir, you have a lot to do today." I waved her off. "Come on. I have tomorrow and the day after to do what I need to do. I'll do it then." She stepped forward. "But-" I waved my finger at her. "I'll be here tonight. Hold any calls for me. Thanks." I walked back upstairs. I heard Marshall playing his guitar and singing.
"It's the end, it's the end of prom night.
It's the end, it's the end, it's the end.
