Sing me a river Marshall (gumlee, gumshall, marball)

Sing me a river Marshall

“Gumball Gumball!,” the Paparazzi bickered and climbed over each other just trying to get a moment of his time, a glance in their direction, and a glimpse of his smile. Gumball lifted his dark red shades and nested them on his fore head then stopped walking to answer some of their questions. He felt a little bad that he was ignoring them so. They were trying so hard, he thought, and this was their job.

“Are you dating anyone yet?”

“How do you get your hair so perfect?”

“Oh dear,” Gumball said sort of to himself until the storm of reporters quickly died down a little to let him speak. “I don’t have special somebody yet,” he laughed through his words,” I usually just use color preservation shampoo, the generic kind. Nothing special.” Some had looks of disappointment on their faces. Gumball continued to laugh at himself, what did they want him to say that he imported shampoo from Thailand that was made by the wholly hands of virgin monks. People can just be too much.

“How do you fell about the band the nightoshpere and the lead singer ‘The Vampire King’?” now there’s the question he did not want to talk about. Even now that he was older, Marshall found some way to crash into his life.

Gumball tried his hardest to keep his composure and he placed a punctual proper smile on his face. “Marshall’s music is great but I can’t say much about him on a personal level,” he said straight and cold as he walked away from the buzzing gossiping bees hungry for the scoop as sweet as honey to the hive.

Gumball knew he had nothing more to say. Even the mention of the name made his insides feel of and not in control like he like them to be. Perhaps he was felling feverish. He’ll probably drink some tea with lemon when he gets home. Yeah that sounded nice.

“Gumball, sir please just one more moment of you time!”

Marshall was getting to big for this. He was on the top now no need to go on silly night shows when he should be partying like the rock star he is. Please. This was a total waist of his valuable time. Not to mention, the host was old enough to be his grandmother and was a total hag. She’d been hitting on him all day and no matter how many cruelly obvious mean hints he gave on backing the hell of she was persistent as heck.

“So Marshall how does it feel too be the King of Rock?” she said projecting load enough to the audience in the studio seats.

“A royal Pain in the butt if you ask me,” he responded receiving a good reception of laughs from the audience. Oh the way people’s reaction added flames to the hearth of his ego, it felt great.

“It must be because now you have a prince that could over thrown you.” He could not believe she had the guts to say that to his face. Did she know who he was, she most certainly does. What she doesn’t know is what he could do.

“That’s right ladies and gentle men,” she gestured to the slideshow screen appearing on the set. “I’m talking about the new royal kid on the block Bubah Gumball and his and the Cavities.” A picture of his band showed large on the screen and the audience erupted with applause and the guy wasn’t even here. “He’s reinvented rock and has made his own category of music which reviewers in Japan called ‘Kawaii Punk’. His liking for candy has captured the hearts of his fans and the world. Which lead me to this question to Marshall,” Finally, Marshall thought load in his mind, this interview did have me as the guest didn’t it. “How do you feel about meeting him for the first time this Friday for your ‘Sugar and Spice’ clothes line for men?”

“Oh we’ve meet already don’t you know. A long, long time ago.” Marshall smirked and chuckled to himself.

“When was this!” voice surprised out of her mind. His comments sent her flurrying into her notes as the audience laughed at her.

“We went to the same middle school together. He was such a nerd then,” Marshall then turned to the audience. “I might still have some pictures from the year book in case anyone wants some stuff for a black mail.” The audience ate it up and where laughing out of their seats.

As they continued to laugh Marshall sighed internally and looked out the large windows in the background. He wondered if Gumball had changed since then. He smiled at the thought.

I’ve been itching to write this fanfic for a long time and I know. (I mean I KNOW) I need to finish my other one but I just could not help myself. I might continue you it….perhaps. Leave comments and feedback to help me out please.