COMPLETED - The Way He Makes Me Feel (GUMLEE)

.CHAPTER 4 - My Confession...

GUMBALL P.O.V.

As I laid on my bed, I was trying to concentrate on my book... trying to get my one-way conversation with Marshall Lee outta my head. Then, I heard the doorbell... Few moments later, Peppy screamed that Fiona was here and was coming up to my room...

"Heyyyy Gummy Bear..." She said, grinning.

"Urgh Fiona, don't call me that..." I snorted.

"Hehe, sorry... listen... I wanna talk to you 'bout 'ya know who'" She smirked.

"What's there to talk about Marshall Lee?" I tried to look uninterested. Failed miserably.

"Gummy... I know you since 2nd grade... I can tell when you like someone..." Her grin grew wider.

My eyes widened. "FIONA... I do not like that sorry excuse of a man..." I hissed at her.

"Oh, come on... him apologizing to you was the most adorable thing I've ever heard... and the way he talked about your eyes and stuff... Tell me what you felt, come on..." She insisted.

"..." I ignored her. Or tried to.

She puppy-dog-eyed me! Glob.

"Oh Glob, you're impossible..." I gave up.

She smirked... "Go on... tell me E V E R Y T H I N G!" She said, grinning.

"Fiona, there's nothing to tell... I just... froze... I don't know... he really messes with my head..." I confessed.

"I heard something like that from him today..." She smirked.

"WHAT?!?!?" I almost fell out of my bed... Wait... WHAT?!!

"Oh, nothing... all I can say is that you mess with his head too... he didn't confess to 'like' you or anything... but... there's definitely something... I can tell, ya know..." Her grin got even wider.

"Well, Fiona, maybe I just make him angry... maybe that's why he bullied me... look... I don't know... just drop it please... there's nothing between us and never will be..." I was clearly sad.

Fiona looked at me suspiciously, but she did what I asked her and dropped it... at least for now...

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MARSHALL P.O.V.

*One month later*

Ok. Over the past month, I've been just going literally INSANE. I was outta my mind. Actually, GUMBALL REFUSED TO LEAVE MY MIND. No matter how hard I tried, or how many girls I made out with, he just popped up on my head all the time... I just decided to accept that I had some feelings toward him that I couldn't explain, or understand for what it's worth.

So, I started watching him... I'm turning into a creepy, fucking stocker. HE IS DRIVIN' ME MAD! I have not a clue of what the hell I'm doing... I really wanted to get to know him... to know what he was like... with his friends... or when he smiled... what his laugh sounded like... I became obsessed with knowing more stuff about him.

Oh my, that is just awesome... I hissed

I knew that I needed to talk to someone about it... and I only trusted Fiona, so I texted her...

ML: Hey, Fi... u busy?

Fiona: Yo Marsh... Nah man, I'm free... sup?

ML: I'll tell ya over lunch... meet me in 20?

Fiona: 'kay... c ya soon...

ML: kay

*Meeting Fiona*

"Hey Marsh, what's wrong man?" Fiona said, as she walked toward me.

"Hey Fiona... I don't even know where to begin..." I sighed.

"Why don't you just go straight to the point?" She gave me a reassuring smile and I went on.

"Right... Here's the thing... I think that... maybe... there's a tiny chance ... a slight possibility ... like... the slightest..." I stalled.

"GLOB MARSHALL, FUCKING TELL ME ALREADY" She snapped.

I blabbered "I.think.is.possible.that.I.might.like.Gumball..." Breathe now, Marshall.

Of course, this is Fiona... I do not need to repeat.

She started smirking. Screaming. Giggling. The worst thing so far was she started blabbering about how she 'knew it'...

"Fiona... CAN YOU KEEP IT DOWN? Fuck!" I yelled at her.

"OH GLOB, I'm sorry, it's just that it is SO obvious that you two should get together, maybe go on a date or something ya know... or you could—" She smirked.

"Glob Fiona, I just realized like an hour ago that I might like Gumball and you want us to go on a date already...? I have barely spoken to him in months, and besides that, I used to bully him around... As far as I know, he fucking hates me." I looked down.

"NONSENSE! He does not hate you... I'm telling ya... I know love when I see it..." She started blabbering.

I made an annoyed face at her. "Okay Fiona, I'm gonna go now, alright? Just don't tell anyone. Thanks for the help." I gave her a fake smile.

"Yeaaah no problem, man, just go on and confess to him already." She grinned wide.

Fuck, Fiona... I need to get another girl friend... that conversation only made me feel more confused... URRGH ...

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