Marshall Lee and Gumball

Part One

"Hey look! It's baby gumball!" Snickered a boy with red swoopy hair like 'Edward Cullen' from Twilight, passing by down the hall. 

The one known as 'baby gumball' have always gotten picked on by other boys and snarky girls. 

Just because he was the only seventeen year old boy who liked the color pink. 

He liked it so much he dyed his hair the bright color and always seemed to wear something with it. 

Today he was wearing a light pink cardigan with dark pink highlights, and even /lighter/ pink blouse underneath and hot pink skinny jeans. 

He was a very fragile and helpless boy also who took interest in science and baking instead of what parties to go to and what girl to bring (there was this girl named Fiona but...it would never work out anyways....). 

The name "Gumball" was what they all bullied him with because of his taste and personality. 

To them he, "looks like a piece of bubblegum right from the wrapper!" Or "Too sweet to even give a cavity."

The name was so frequent he actually /changed/ it to just Gumball instead of Princeton Babbage, or "P.B.", his real name.

He walked down the hallway sheepishly with his books pressed tightly to his chest and he tried to tune out all of the taunting. 

When he was in chemistry–his favorite–class that day, the same red haired kid in the hall came up to him, towering over. 

Gumball looked up to him with a calm face but he was trembling with fear on the inside. "H-how may I help y-you?"

The boy smirked and held up a small bottle with a black cap. "My buddies and I were wondering if we could change you into another color. Maybe this would change to into blue...." 

He undid the cap. 

Gumball's eyes widened. He knew that chemical he had is his hand.

"N-now," he stuttered still, "even though the name has the word b-blue in it, d-doesn't necessarily mean t-that it can dye m-me the c-color....that is v-very hazardous to the s-skin!"

The boy rolled his eyes at Gumball and went around the table. He grabbed Gumball's hand and twisted it around which made Gumball yelp in pain, but he tipped the bottle a bit above his hand. 

Right before a drop of it was able to leave the bottle, the boy was tackled to the ground and the bottle fell and shattered, spilling the chemical. 

Gumball couldn't believe his eyes as he saw another guy, but one that he never seen before, on top of his bully! 

His savior wore a red and plaid buttoned shirt with black skinny jeans. He was inhumanly pale and had black hair that occasionally went in front of his eyes. 

"That was very rude," he snarled to Gumball's bully, pinning him to the floor, "And if I ever see you messing around with my...friend again like that next time it'll be a black eye and a broken rib cage."

The bully nodded quickly and the guy got off of him to let him run away. 

The new kid went over to Gumball and smiled. "You're welcome."

Gumball didn't know what to reply with so he just nodded his head.

"I'm Marshall Lee." The guy said to save the awkwardness. 

"Um... I'm Gumball." he blushed. 

Marshall chuckled and looked to the front of the classroom. "Cool name."

That's when Gumball noticed the two small holes in Marshall's neck. "A-are those bite marks?" 

Marshall looked at him again. "Uh, they're piercing holes.... of course...."

Gumball stared at the holes for a moment longer but decided that he was telling the truth seeming that he /did/ look a bit goth.     

"Are you n-new here?" Gumball asked. 

Why was he so full of questions today? 

Marshall Lee nodded. "Just moved here too. I got my own place out somewhere in the woods. Pretty wicked."

Gumball nodded also in response then said, "Um... Thanks....for saving me, Marshall."

"No problemo! I don't like bullies anyways. Their a**holes."

Gumball found himself blushing again as his new friend swore; Gumball never swears.

Throughout the whole class, Marshall Lee stayed with Gumball and as they had gotten some time to do their homework, Gumball couldn't help but to realize Marshall having a hard time. 

"Do you not understand it?" He questioned, looking over at his paper. 

Marshall shook his head. "I haven't in a while. It's just sh*t on paper."

"Oh but it's more then that!" Gumball beamed, "And if you want me to tutor you I will! I mean, it's the very least I can do for you."

He shrugged then nodded. "Sure I guess. Sounds like a date."

Marshall smirked and wiggled his eye brows.

Gumball blushed once more. "May I have the address to your house?"

"Yuperuni." He scribbled an address on a piece of paper and handed it to the pink boy. "See you when the moon's out?"