One Fake Smile After Another. (a GumballxMarshall fanfic c; )

Chapter Six, hooooooessss!<3

RECAP!!:    I pushed past the pretty girl with platinum blonde hair and grayish blue eyes. "Fuck you, and you and fuck all of this. I'm gone. Don't talk to me ever again Lee." I growled and stalked my way home. This, this is bullshit.

                            ~_-Marshall's P.O.V-_~

   …………"Fine, whatever, faggot." she growled and stalked off. Good riddance.

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                             -__~Gumball's P.O.V.~__-

   I finally got home and plopped into my couch, and cried. Why does this constantly happen to me? What did I do to deserve such bull from life?

   I didn't do shit. But I guess there's no hope for pink, gay, hopeless romantic idiots like me. I'm so fed up with being everyone's rejected choice because I'm not exactly what they want.

   Can't I ever be happy? Is there a celestial law or something against pink homosexuals being happy?

   I couldn't stop crying. I think by the time I stopped, it was five o'clock, pm. I could seriously use some neopoliton ice cream. I would just eat the chocolate and strawberry.Vanilla is gross. I never did like it. I mean, its creamy, and white. Sometimes its yellow, but that makes it even more grodie, no?

   I'm rambling, aren't I? Ugh. I need to learn how to shut up. I also need a boyfriend. I really, really like....need someone to take my mind off of things.

   I don't think sex will ever be on the menu again, I mean, being basically a sex slave for years....its made that seem like a chore, rather than an act of love, y'know? But if I had Marshall....it could be a possibli--....

   Bad Gumball! Don't ever think that way again! I should know by now that, that idea, is impossible. There is no possibility. Ever. I've sc-- no, he's screwed up! I haven't done anything but try to be what he wants me to be. And that backfired. Exploded right in my vulgar face.

   It needs to stop. I need to stop, stop thinking like this....There's never gonna be a chance for an us. Ever.

   I put on my 'give up on life pants' and a baggy sweatshirt and my pink Toms and go to the store to get what I crave. Cold, creamy, accepting of all, sugary sweetness that can only be; Ice Cream.

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A//N: Short chappy. I know. Just updating shit. Be happy I loves you. this is part one, Chappy 7 is basically part two of chapter six, kay? Kay, love y'all!

-Laur <3