Gumlee (Marshall Lee × Prince Gumball)

Chapter 5

Bubba's POV

Ugh, a party, whatever I had to act cool, it was with Marshall. I look at my self in the mirror he said my hair looked good, maybe I should leave it like this, yea, I'll leave it down. Now, what do I wear, something casual. I put on white short shorts and a pink v-neck, I think that'll work, right? I run my hand thorugh my hair and look at the clock. Glob it's already 7:45, I know, I'll see what Marshall thinks if my outfit. He'll probably be late, I mean he looks sort of like a rebel, right? I don't know, glob, he's going to think I look terrible.

I then heard a knock on my door, wait, is that Marshall, it's 7:50, he's early. I run down the stairs and open the door wide open, it is Marshall. "Your not wearing that to the party," was the first thing he said when he then just welcomed himself in.

He looked around the place then at me, "where's your room?" He shoved his hand into his pockets of his skinny jeans and swung his knees back and forth, I then noticed the guitar strapped around his shoulder, cool.

I then noticed uwas spacing out, "oh yeah, this way," I led him to my room.

He looked at my room and walked over to my walk in closet and flung it open looking at my clothes. Which I really rather him not, but I really wanted to act cool. I sat down on my bed and just wait for him, to find something intresting in my closet. "Here we are," Marshall pulled out a gray v-neck shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans, I don't remember owning. He threw the clothes on me and looked at them looked almost digusted, seeing they had no color, Marshall stared at me, "come on we'll be late hurry up and change your clothes."

"Alright!" I said pulling off my shirt.

"Your... changing... in here..." Marshall seemed to get nervous suddenly.

"Yeah it's my room dummy," instead of leaving like a normal person woukd have he just stood there staring at me as I start to take off my shorts. I glance over at Marshall, who I feel is drooling over me. I then pull over my shirt and quickly get into my pants, as they feel a little to skinny.

I look at Marshall, who is still staring at me, and I don't think is alive anymore, "Marshall!" I wave a hand in front of his face.

"oh, yea lets go," Marshall grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the house and leading me somewhere, I didn't question where we were goin g and just went with it.

We started going throught the forest, which would scare me to death, but I was with Marshall, something about him just made me feel comforted. There was a huge opening in the forest where we stopped with a stage, bar, and a lot of people, none of them which I knew. Marshall grabbed my arm with a smirk on his face, and dragged me through the group of people, to the bar. "Have you ever drinked Bubba?"

"No..." I answered afraid what he might say next, I didn't plan on drinking soon.

"Here!" was all he said and gave me a weird drink, oh gosh he suspects me to drink, doesn't he?

'Remember: you like Marshall, don't fuck this up,' said a voice in my head and before I knew, I had chugged down the weird drink I was given. Suddenly everything just felt weird and I felt I wasn't in control of my body. Marshall and I had partied all night, but at one point my body seemed to lose all common sense and walked to Marshall and hugged him. Marshall looked at me weird, and then my mouth decided that it was best not to use my brain when talking, "Hey Marshy , have I ever told you how hot you are."

Fuck , what the fuck, I didn't just say that, stop that mouth. Marshall's face got red and then he took my hand and pulled me to a corner. My body put my hands on his chest and my head as well. "Hey! Bubs, what are you doing? Your drunk, aren't you?"