Gumlee (Marshall Lee × Prince Gumball)

Chapter 23

Marshall's POV

I wake up the next morning to see Gumball already awake or half awake. "In love, huh?"

He heard it. "I didn't know you heard that." I sat up.

"Of course I did." He sat up with me.

I pause. What am I supposed to say?

"Well are you, because flame was telling me that you seemed to be falling for me."

"I had that conversation with confidence," I lay my head in his lap in defeat.

Gumball giggled, "so are you in loooove with me?"

"I don't know are you in loooooooove with me?"

"I asked you first you dork," he chuckled.

I melted when hearing that and "yeaaaa," escaped my lips quietly.

"What I didn't hear you?"

"I'm in love with you, you dork," I mumbled.

"Knew it," he leaned down to me and kissed me.

My face darkened and looked at him in amazement he was beautiful.

"I love you too Marshmallow," he smiled. "Now I need to take a shower, any chance I can get this lover boy off my lap."

I sit up, still amazed.

He gets up and gets in the restroom.

I shout to him, "I could always join you in there."

"Not a chance in hell Marshall!"

"Hey I heard they had good showers in hell," I shrugged my shoulders.

"Yea you would know," the water starts to run.

I then hear a knock on the door. Confused I walk down the stairs and crack the door open. "Hello?"

The door is opened wider and a girl jumped on me for a hug.

Oh fuck. I know her face. "Ash? What are you doing here!?"

"I know where Hambo is."

I shove her off me, "I thought I told you that whole deal was off even if you do bring me Hambo, were not getting back together."

"But I know where it is."

"Where then?"

"The Forrest off Magic avenue," she smiled.

"What?"

"Apparently the guy I sold it too has a house down there, and I know how to get it back if you get back with me. There's still room for you at my house," she said smiling.

"No," I throw a look of disgust at her.

I hear the water stop upstairs, so did she. "Is there another girl here?"

"No," I wasn't lying.

"Well, you're keeping something from me and I'll find out what it is," she grins.

"And I'll file a restraining order from you."

"I'll find a way out of that like everything, and I'll find a way to get you to be mine," she smiled.

"Yea... Um... Okay," I start pushing her out.

"Do you know how long it took me to get here?"

"No I don't know, go home, Ashley," I start closing the door on her.

"Marshall?" Gumball calls from upstairs walking down stairs.

Ash's eyes widen, "back to your gay ways I see." I give one more shove and slam the door.

I mumble to myself so only I hear, "still bi."

"Who was that?" He stood behind me, in boxers and one of my band shirts.

I pause, "I- uh..."

He looks concerned and pats my back. "You don't have to tell me."

"No, it-it was my ex."

"Oh- what was he asking about?"

Shit Bubba thinks I'm gay.

"She wanted to get back together," I raise my eyebrows.

"Oh," he pauses, "she?"

"Yea I'm bisexual."

"He smiled, that's okay, I'm just gay though. What's your ex like?"

"Well we were together for two years, on and off, and she was a total jerk, she always told me to do stuff and never did shit and was a bit abusive I guess but one day she sold something dear to me, without my permission, so I broke up with her right away because she'd overdone it."

He nodded, "that must suck, especially since she's still bothering you."

"Do you have and exes?" I ask him.

"Well, I wouldn't call it an ex because we didn't break it off," he sighed.

"What do you mean?" I stare at him a bit worried that he might be cheating.

"I had this boyfriend, we started dating in 8th grade, and it ended sofmore year. He uh was really amazing but he kept a lot of secrets and I told him everything. He understood me and my thought process. What he didn't tell me was that he was a smuggler, he stole things in order to gain money off of. One day it went to far though, this one week he'd seemed off and he stole something of mine, something important and once I tried to go after him, I guess he was used to leaping buildings but I think he got nervous this day and he tripped and fell off. After that I never saw him again. He died. And I couldn't even say goodbye or pay my respects because he didn't have a funeral," Gumball let out a bunch of air, "I'm sorry that got depressing and I made it about me and I-"

I interrupt him by hugging him, "I'm so sorry Gumball."

"Don't be I'm over him," he smiled but I saw a tear from his face.

"Then why are you crying?"

"Because you care..."

I smile at him and he smiles back, "I'm sorry about Ashley to she seems like a bitch."

I chuckled bit, "she is."

"Marshall let's make out now," I see him trying to change the subject.

"I would like that, I would like it a lot Gumwad," he grabs my hand and we go back up stairs to my bed.

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