Marshall's POV
I woke up, Bubba laying on my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut then opened them back up. I yawned, and stretched. Then I felt that we were naked. I widened my eyes. I remembered last nights events and smiled. I wrapped my arms around Bubba's shoulders and squeezed him. I heard him yawn. He opened his eyes, and rubbed them. He looked at me, and smiled. His arms snaked around my neck.
"Good Morning." He said. I smiled at him, and pulled him closer. "Hey Gumbutt." I said. He yawned, and stretched his arms. We laid there for a couple of minutes, when there was a knock on the door that scared us. I groaned, and rolled off the bed, and crawled under it. Bubba dragged himself to the door. He put his hand on the door knob when I realized something.
"Bubba!" I whispered loudly. He turned his head and looked at me, my head poked out from under the bed.
"Your clothes." I said. He looked down, and blushed madly. I giggled.
"Just a second!" He said quickly to whoever was on the other side of the door. He ran to his dresser and pulled out some boxers and pants. He put them on. I grabbed my hoodie that was on the floor I wore last night and threw it to him. "Just put that on." I said to him. He grabbed it and put it on. Then he rushed to the door and opened it. It was Peppermint Maid. She had a piece of paper.
"Um, Prince Gumball, remember you have your royal banquet tonight." She said.
What.
Bubba put a hand on his head. "Oh crap! I-" He stopped himself. "Sorry! I meant... Sorry, that wasn't polite of me. Alright, thank you. I'll be ready! Come get me whenever it's time." He said. I stifled a laugh. Peppermint Maid smiled and nodded at him. Then she left. He closed the door. He turned around and leaned against the door, and yawned.
"Ugh, it's so early." He groaned. I crawled from under the bed.
"Bubba, it's 2 in the afternoon." I explained. He widened his eyes. He ran into the bathroom.
"Shit!" He yelled. I widened my eyes, and laughed.
"Bubba! That's not very polite of you!" I said, giggling.
"I- I said shoot!" He stuttered. I laughed more. "Ok, sure! You take your shower!" I said. I yawned and laid back into bed.
So a royal banquet, huh? I really hope I don't have to go. It's complicated, I just... don't want to.
About 10 minutes later, Bubba ran out in his boxers. I smirked. He ran to his dresser and grabbed his princey clothes. He put them on. He ran to his vanity and looked at himself in the mirror. He fixed pieces of his hair that were sticking up. He looked for his little cute crown. He looked everywhere.
"Marshall! Help me, I can't find my crown." I smirked at him. He glared at me and walked up to me. He took his little crown off my head and put it on his. I frowned. "Aw... But I was a prince." I complained. He smiled, and kissed me.
"You're still my little King." He said. I pouted.
"I'm not little." I said sternly, but playfully. He laughed. I giggled with him. He put on his finishing touches and he turned to me.
"Ready?" He asked. I frowned. I looked at the time.
"B-But it's only 3:30..." I said. He looked in my eyes.
"I know. It starts at 5:00, and I have to be there early. And you're coming with me!" He said, smiling. I sighed. "Why..? I don't wanna go." I groaned. He frowned at me. "Come on Marshall... I know you aren't social with people, but can you please do this for me..?" He begged. I really didn't want to, but I couldn't turn him down. I sighed I defeat.
