Gumball's POV
I woke up, Marshall in my arms. I smiled. He looked so innocent. The cuts on his face stood out. I ran my finger lightly across them. He looks so broken too. I feel so bad for him. His own mother hurt him like this because he's dating me. I shouldn't feel guilty, but I do. I sighed.
"Bubba?" Marshall said, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turned my head, looking at him. His big black eyes stared into mine.
"Yeah?" I asked. His gaze went from my eyes, to around my room, and then down to his body.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked. I kept my gaze locked in his eyes. I shrugged my shoulders. "Just random stuff." I said.
"Oh." He whispered. I nodded. We just sat there, my arms wrapped around his shoulders, his arms around my neck. Our legs were tangled together, and our faces were inches apart. Marshall's eyes darted back up into my eyes. We had an awkward couple of minutes, just sitting there. Then Marshall got up. He yawned, and ran a finger through his hair. I watched him get his clothes from yesterday, and put them on. He rubbed his eyes.
"Hey... I'm gonna go get some different clothes. I'll be back." He said. I nodded. He flew over to me, kissed me, and flew out my balcony window. I fell back into my bed, exhausted. Then after about 10 minutes, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in." I tiredly said. Peppermint maid came in. She looked around my room.
"A-Am I interrupting?" She asked. I rubbed my eyes. "What? No. What would you be interrupting?" I asked, yawning. Her cheeks tinted. She shuffled her feet. "Um... You and... that vampire guy. Marshall?" She said. I widened my eyes, and froze.
"W-What?!" I yelled. She looked down.
"I'm sorry. I walked in on accident last night. You were all cuddly and stuff." She said. I hid my face in my blankets, my cheeks feeling hot.
"Oh glob... Oh glob! Please don't tell anyone!" I begged. She was silent. I removed the blanket from my face. She had a worried look. "Oh... Okay! I-I'll keep it a secret..." She said. She then left the room. I laid on my bed, my feet cushioned by the pillows. I felt so paranoid that soon the whole Candy Kingdom would know that their PRINCE is GAY.
Marshall's POV
I slowly flew to my house. Once I got there, I went in, and changed my clothes. I didn't pay attention to what I even grabbed. I just threw some random clothes on. I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw the scars on my face, and the fresh cuts. I lifted up my shirt, and literally saw the scar of the words, plainly there.
'Freak.'
That one bothered me most. Because I did feel like a freak. With all these horrid scars, that my MOM gave me. And because I was a vampire. I'm a blood sucking freak that can't die. I snatched my bass up. I lifted it up, and slashed the mirror in half. "Damn it!" I yelled, frustrated. All the glass broke, and shattered onto the floor.
"Ugh..." I groaned. I flew out of my room, slamming my door shut. I went into my fridge, grabbed the first red thing I saw, and drained the color from it. Then I tried to gather myself together and I left my house.
(PISSED OFF BREAKING SHIT, eat, GET YO SELF TOGETHER omg i don't even know my story writing is fucking weird.)
I flew back up to the Candy Kingdom's highest tower, and onto the balcony. I heard talking. I stayed out until whoever was talking to Bubba left.
"I'm sorry. I walked in on accident last night and you were all cuddly and stuff." I think it was Peppermint Maid. She walked in?
"Oh glob... Oh glob! Please don't tell anyone!" Bubba said.
