Marshalls pov:
I watched as Gumball left my house.
I honestly can't believe that actually happened.
I got Bubba back...after so long.
I floated up to my room and hovered above my bed, never actually laying on it.
I began thinking of what had happened...what if this ever as all some horrible prank?
No. Gumball is too stuck up for pranks.
He was probably bored and knew that I was alone.
If he is using me then I'm not okay with that...but God I missed him...so I'll just go along with his little game until he gets bored.
And he will, eventually.
I'm so alone though.
I know I have Fiona, Cake and all the others...but they're not the same as Gumball...
He makes me feel something inside...it's a warm feeling...a feeling I've missed. It's a feeling that only he can give me.
I love him...but I shouldn't get my hopes up...
I rolled over and turned my bedside lamp off, submerging myself in darkness.
I closed my eyes and began to drift off to sleep.
/Sorry this chapter is a little short. I just wanted to give you a little insight into Marshalls mind.
He's so self conscious. >~<\
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Please try to understand...: A Gumlee angst fanfiction.
RomanceMarshall arrives at Gumballs castle and has a few things to say to the prince. -This starts off as angsty but then it turns into more of a fluff...then back to angst. I have a plot I swear!-