Sweet, yet bitter

Chapter 12

~~~~Marshall's POV~~~~

I was staring at the pastel blue sky which was covered in giant fluffy cotton-like clouds. They looked like they were edible but in reality, they were just light water blobs. Normally, looking at at calming things in the nature didn't help me compose bit this time it did. I had woken up earlier. Earlier than Bubba. He looked so tired yesterday from the lessons. Now he's sleeping like a cute candy baby on Saturday. The song i composed yesterday was meant for him. Him only. I had fallen for him the first day i laid my eyes on him. At first I didn't realise it but after a while, I noticed. I noticed his way of doing the tiniest and simplest things. His calm sleeping face became my happy thought. Whenever he moved slightly in his sleep, I get a little panic attack because he might wonder why I am staring at him. That's why I quickly turn my head to the window or fall in my bed, so it looks like I was sleeping the whole time.

Bubba suddenly started mumbling. It looked really adorable but then his face showed no happiness. It showed horror, and as if he's going to cry any second. His mumbling became louder and clearer. He started staying things. At first unlogical but then I understood what he was saying.

"Marshall... No... Don't... Don't jump... You still have a reason to live for... Me... I still love you..." He started panicking as if my dream self jumped to his death. He started screaming and crying. I ran to him and shook him so he wakes up. I said calm words to him.

"Bubba, I'm here, I'm here," I said and hugged him, "I am not going anywhere, I promise."

Bubba had stopped crying and hugged me back.

"...Marshall? What... What happened? Why am I crying?" He said while he sniffed.

"You were having a terrible dream and you were also saying things," I explained. The words he said were surprising. All the stress built up so high that he's having nightmares.

I stood up and took a water bottle out of the fridge and gave it to Bubba.

"Here, drink," I said.

He took the bottle and drank a little. He pit the bottle on his lap while cupping it.

"What kind of things did I say?" He said and looked up. His face was sad. Even if he cried already, he still looked as if he was at the verge of tears.

"You were saying to me that i shouldn't jump and that I have a reason to live for and then..." I hesitated. I didn't wanted him to know that he said he loved me. Better not to say anything about it now.

"And...? And then what?" He asked looking at me. There is a possibility that he knows that my dream self committed suicide. I could see it in his eyes. It looked like they were saying 'please don't tell me what i think happened'.

"And then you started screaming and crying. I'm guessing I jumped to my death in your nightmare," I said, "I'm no psychologist to tell you what caused it but I think it was from your stress from yesterday."

"The stress? I wasn't stressed. I was just tired," he disagreed. He's lying to himself. And it's not a good thing. I have done it too and it lead to hating myself. I hated myself because I was different from others. After a while I found a solution for myself, composing.

"You shouldn't lie to yourself. It will only end in pain. Trust me." I stood up and went to take a shower and think happy thoughts. It helps me forget the pain.

~~~~A few days later, Bubba's POV ~~~~

I was sitting on the park bench sketching. I drew a lot of people walking. Every pose I draw is unique. Even if they look identical, there are small things that make them different. For example, the hand is positioned in a slightly different angle. Drawing isn't about copying what you see, it's more about being artistic.

I looked around to see what else should I draw and noticed the main university building. It was as big as the rest but it was more decorated so it was on the centre of attention. On the roof was a giant half-sphere where you could get in. It was made out of triangular glass panes. The design was really interesting.

I started sketching the building. I didn't drew it finished from one corner because you need to see how it looks on other places of the drawing. That's one of the main rules in drawing.

After some time it was finished. It looked kinda nice, I guess. Marshall always says it looks really good but that's too much flatter. He always says his songs are bad but I always try to tell him people love his songs. I love his songs too but I never really say it.

My stomach started beg for food. I haven't eaten since lunch and it's almost 6 PM. I put my sketchbook and the pencil in my bag and went to the cafe for food. I took only a sandwich because I didn't want to spend that much money on food. I took a chicken sandwich with teriyaki sauce. I ate it really fast. I never really eat foods fast because I want to enjoy them but today I was just hungry and wanted to go back to my room and rest a bit.

It took about 10 minutes to get to my room. The territory is big but I'm already used to walking fast because I try not to be late for my lessons.

I walked in and saw Marshall playing his bass. He didn't notice me because his eyes were closed and he had his headphones on. His songs were really pretty. He started singing.

Oh~
My dearest love,
I wish to tell you things
But I can't.

I was leaning against the wall listening. It was so beautiful that it can make one cry.

No one would accept us
Because it's forbidden.

Suddenly I remembered the building I drew but I saw it as if I was on it. I have never been there. For some reason Marshall was there and I was screaming things and before he jumped I yelled to him 'I love you'. I was quite shocked. It all happened so quick.

I wish I could tell you,
Bubba Gumball,
That I love youuu...

What? What did he just say? I stood there shocked, mouth open. Did he just say he loved me?

Marshall looked up and saw me staring at him. His face got really red.

"BUBBA?! I-I-I T-THOUGHT YOU WERE... UUH... SKETCHING!!!" He said while panicking and blushing really hard.

Marshall Lee Abadeer. A guy who is in love with a simple guy like me, Bubba Gumball.