Bubba's POV
I woke up, in an unfamiliar place.
I sat up. I was laying on a couch. Then I realized where I was. Fionna and Cake's. I stood up and rubbed my eyes. I walked into their kitchen. Cake was making breakfast.
"Cake?" I said, yawning. She turned around.
"Oh, hey Bubble boy." She said. I smiled at the nickname. Then I tried to remember what happened. I frowned. I felt a pain in my chest and my throat.
"Gumball! You're awake!" I heard. I turned around and saw Fionna coming down from the ladder to her and Cake's room.
"What... happened?" I asked. She sat on the counter, yawning.
"We found you outside crying, so we took you in, and you told us everything that happened." She explained. I felt my cheeks get hot. I was embarrassed. I looked down.
"If your throat hurts, it's probably because you were screaming stuff in your sleep all night." Cake said. I looked up, and widened my eyes.
"W- What?!" I said. She nodded. I sighed. I sat crisscrossed on the floor.
"Is there anything we can do to help?" Fionna asked. I looked down.
"I don't know... Probably not..."
Fionna's POV
I felt so bad for him. He really loves Marshall. And I thought Marshall did too. Why would he even let that Marshmallow asshole in his house?
(omFg marshmallow asshole ok bye)
I wanted to help him. But he didn't want help. It's so weird now that he's not the prince and he's not wearing his prince clothes. He had on regular skinny jeans and a pink hoodie. I sighed. I hope they make up soon.
Bubba's POV
"I forgot something at Marshall's..." I told Fionna. She looked at me.
"What is it?" She asked. I sighed.
"Just... something important..." I told her. "I'll go by myself. I'll be fine." She nodded. I left. I walked through the woods. I really didn't know the way to Marshall's from Fionna's. I really didn't want to go to Marshall's. But right now I need that something important to calm me. Then I saw a familiar path. I followed it and finally got to Marshall's. I got a sick feeling in my stomach. I felt like I was gonna break down. I swallowed back tears. I was gonna knock, but it's possible he's sleeping. It's 12 at night. I walked in and saw Marshall sleeping on the couch. I let out a breath of relief. He had on... my red hoodie? He had his hands in the sleeves, and his legs bunched up in the hoodie. His eyes looked red underneath. He looked so adorable.
No Gumball. He... he's gone. Get over him. It's not going to be easy though... I silently climbed up the ladder. I looked for what I came for.
The Blink-182 shirt. I looked everywhere. I couldn't find it. I felt tears well in my eyes.
"Where is it? Where?!" I whispered to myself. I still couldn't find it. Tears spilled over my cheeks. I sat on the floor and hung my head down.
What am I doing? I'm looking through Marshall's house without permission, for a shirt that'll only be a painful memory of us. I slowly crawled down the ladder. I missed a step and fell to the ground on my butt. It made a loud noise that echoed through the house.
Are you fucking kidding me right now?
I stayed still. I listened for footsteps. Then I realized Marshall floats most of the time. I felt my heart race. I stood up and brushed myself off. I looked back up to see Marshall standing right there in front of me. I felt heat rush to my cheeks, and a lump in my throat. He flew straight to me, holding me into a hug. It felt so good to be in his arms again. I felt a tear roll down my face. I squeezed my arms up to his chest and pushed him off. I hung my head down.
"... Bubba..?" I heard him say. His voice sounded so lost and sad. I just wanted to comfort him.
What am I thinking?! He fucked up. It's his fault...
"I just came for something. I'm leaving now." I said, coldly.
"Wait! I... Let me explain to you Bubba." He said. I studied his face. He had a big black bruise just under his eye. I widened my eyes. I tried to ignore it. I shook my head.
"No. I don't want to hear it Marshall... Just... Leave me alone."
What happened to his face?
