My Marshmallow (Prince Gumball x Marshall Lee AU)

Chapter 5- Party

(Gumball's POV)

It's been about week since Marshall and I broke up. Right now I was waiting for Flame to show up at my house. He was actually a really nice guy, he was going through a breakup too so we connected over that. The doorbell rang and I opened up, inviting him in.

"What's up, man?" I smiled and led him upstairs. We both sat down on my bed.

"Where are your parents?" Flame asked.

"At work. They don't get back until way late." Most of the time I found myself home alone, my parents not getting back until the late hours of the night.

"Oh. So what do you wanna do?" Flame asked.

"I don't know what do you wanna do?"

"I don't know." He laughed and I did too.

"I know there's a party tonight. Would you wanna come with me?" Even though parties weren't really my scene I would feel bad if I said no.

"Sure. What time?"

"We should probably leave around 9:00. I can drive us." It was 8:00 meaning we had an hour to hang out.

"You wanna watch TV?" I asked.

"Yeah!" He said getting up excitedly. I giggled and led him downstairs. We watched random shows until it was time to leave.

"Ugh I'm gonna look like a loner." I said stepping inside his car.

"Nah, I'll stay with you." Flame said. We buckled our seatbelts.

"Really?" I asked. He started the car.

"Of course." We pulled out of the driveway and made our way out of the neighborhood.

"Thanks." A comfortable silence took over. We finally pulled up to the party. He parked a few houses down and we walked towards the house. I could hear the music from all the way down the street.

"You drink?" Flame asked. I shrugged. Even though I didn't really drink I felt that if I said no Flame would think less of me. We walked up to the house and went inside. It was painfully dark but you could still see all the people. Flame grabbed my hand and led me towards the kitchen. He grabbed a couple drinks and handed one to me. I took a couple sips but the terrible taste was starting to make me want to throw my cup away.

"Hey! Flame!" A guy came over and started talking to Flame while mixing a drink.

"Here." He said handing the concoction to Flame. He downed it and tossed the cup. My cup was still halfway full. I felt inferior to Flame, he's already had two drinks and I've barely had one. I decided to just drink the rest as quick as possible so I could taste it all at once then never again. When I was done I tossed the cup, just like Flame.

Flame was definitely getting tipsy and the third drink wasn't helping. I had a light buzz but I was still painfully aware of my surroundings.

"Come somewhere with me." Flame said, he grabbed my hand and led me out of the kitchen. As we headed out I could have sworn I saw the back of Marshall's head but when the kid turned around I knew it wasn't him. Flame took me outside to his car.

We couldn't be leaving already, could we?

Instead of opening the front door he opened the back door. Flame lightly pushed me inside and then came in too.

"What are w-?" I was cut off by Flame going, "Shhhh," and covering my mouth with his hand.

"Listen. Do you hear that?" Flame asked.

"Hear what?"

"That."

"No."

"Oh." He said. A silence fell over is once again.

"Would you ever do something with me?" Flame asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Like, get together?" He giggled.

"No." I said and he stopped giggling.

"Why not?"

"I'm not like that."

"Am I not good enough for you?"

"That's not what I meant."

"Come on, Gumball." He ran his hand up my leg.

"Stop it." I said slapping it away.

"Why should I?" He slurred. His hand worked their way around me despite my constant squirming.

"Come on, stop." I said. This was getting out of hand.

"You know you like it." He said, suddenly close to my ear. I felt him start kissing my neck.

"Flame, seriously." I said trying to push him away, of course that didn't work because he's way bigger than me.

"Let's do something." Flame said.

"Let's not." I retorted. I wanted so badly to leave but I knew something worse would happen. Flame kept working at me, doing unmentionable things. As much as I squirmed and pushed he wouldn't stop.

I didn't realize the seriousness of the situation until he started working at my pants.

"Flame, I'm not kidding get off of me." I said trying to get as far away from him as possible. Of course, all my attempts were futile. His hands constantly kept me uncomfortably close.

"Shut up." He said in a slightly forceful tone. My pants were off and his were down. He pushed me on my back, the seatbelts digging into my back.

"Flame, please stop this is crazy." I begged. He was relentless. He pulled off his boxers and I got an unwanted view of his private parts.

"You can't do this." I said.

"Yes I can." He laughed. He took my boxers off as well. What happened next, I'd rather not say but the whole time I imagined him as Marshall. If not I might have ended up puking.

When Flame was done he went back in to the party. I stayed in the car, a sobbing mess. I wanted to get out but I couldn't. I had no idea where I was. Then I realized I had one choice, only one person would drop whatever they were doing andpick me up right now. Marshall.

I pulled out my phone and called him.

"Marshall?" I said through the phone.

"Yeah?" He sounded worried and hopeful.

"Could you please, uh, pick me up? Please, I don't have a car and I need to leave."

"Of course, what's the address?" I named off the address, thankful I could see the street sign from the backseat. He said he would be there soon.

I put my clothes on and got out of Flames car. Soon enough I saw Marshall driving his Mom's car. I got in and he started driving back towards my place.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Nothing."

"Come on, Gummy, I can tell you've been crying. Why on earth were you all the way down here? What happened?"

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"Okay, well, I'm here for you. You know, if you ever need to talk." I don't know why but when I heard that I stared sobbing. I felt Marshall pull the car over.

"Okay, this isn't normal, what's wrong?" He asked.

"Marshall I don't want to talk about it." I said through my sobs.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Maybe another time." I said. He pulled out into the street again. It was completely silent except for the sounds of my cries. Eventually we pulled up to my house.

"Gummy, could you do something for me?" Marshall asked. I looked him as a way of saying 'go on'.

"Please, stop ignoring me. I want us to be friends."

"Was it killing you as much as it was killing me?" I said with a faux laugh.

"Yeah." Marshall said. There was a silence which basically meant it was time for me to get out.

"I'll see you Monday." I said, getting out.

"Bye Gumball." Marshall said.

"Thank you so much."

"No problem." I closed the door and went inside my house. As soon as I closed the door I broke down. I wanted to relapse so badly.

And who said I couldn't?

I ran upstairs and grabbed the small trinket box from underneath my bed. I pulled out the large box cutter blade I had found when I was only 13. I twirled the dangerous piece of metal in my fingers, wrist or thighs? I decided I didn't feel like taking off my pants. I rolled my shirt sleeve up and grabbed the roll of paper towels that had also been placed underneath my bed. Placing the tip of the metal on my wrist I took it across. The blood came instantly, it's appearance calming.

I did the same thing repeatedly. Up and down the bottom of my left arm. I didn't want to stop. I ended up doing the same on my right arm, too. I felt powerful. I felt alive.

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