gumball x carrie

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The two teens made their way down the stairs.

"Granny JoJo, I'm going to Carrie's house for dinner."

"Okay, hon, don't stay out to late."

Gumball and Carrie cut across town to Carrie's house. When they walked in, they were greeted by Mrs. Booregard, Carrie's mother [I believe JonathanElrod came up with that last name so all rights to him].

"Carrie! Your home, come inside!" said the overly enthusiastic mother. "And I see you brought Gumball!"

"You don't mind if he stays for dinner, right Mom?"

"Oh no, why would I mind my daughter's boyfriend coming for dinner?"

Gumball was confused. "Boyfriend?"

"Mom! Gumball is not my boyfriend!"

"Oh, hush and come to dinner!"

They followed Carrie's Mom into the dining room.

"Sorry about my Mom. You're my only guy-friend so she automatically thinks we're a couple."

"Don't worry about it."

They sat down at the table, where they were greeted by Mr. Booregard and Carrie's little sisters, Amber and Crissy 

Gumball, how are you doing, my boy?" said Mr. Booregard in his cheerful tone.

"Fine, I guess." replied Gumball. With everything that's happened, he couldn't bring himself to say he truly was happy.

"Who wants spaghetti?" Mrs. Booregard asked as she reentered the room with a pot of spaghetti.

"Not Crissy and I." said Amber.

"We can't eat! Why are we even at the table?" said Crissy.

"And another thing! How come Carrie can eat but not us? added Amber.

"Girls, girls! Settle down, we have company. And I've told you, you'll get the ability to eat when your older."

As they ate, Mrs. Booregard started a conversation.

"So, Gumball, Carrie speaks a lot of you! I'm sorry to hear about your family, it's simply tragic! How have you and your sister been?"

"We'll pulling along."

"We don't judge, Gumball. It's okay to vent your emotions here." said Mr. Booregard.

"Every...Every day is like waking up from one big long nightmare. Every moment I feel like my depression is eating away at my sanity. My sister is seven years old and is already suffering from depression. My Grandma isn't exactly the most caring guardian out there. Most of the time I'm the one doing the grocery shopping. I drop my sister off at school every morning and pick her up afterwards. I usually cook dinner for the family. It's almost like my childhood was ripped from me one fatal swoop. Before you know it, I'll be up there at the insane asylum with my Mom."

Gumball looked up to find a bunch of shocked faces. He sighed yet again.

"I'm sorry. I'm not myself anymore. All of this has just...changed me." Gumball became choked up.

"Gumball, there's nothing to be ashamed of. You're a great kid and you have a great personality, and I think you're perfect for my daughter!" said Mrs. Booregarg.

"Mom! We're not dating!"

The phone rang.

"I'll get it!" Crissy said as she climbed down from her seat. She answered the phone.

"Gumball, it's for you!"

Gumball was handed the phone.

"Hello? Oh hey Granny JoJo. You're where with Anais? The DMV? Why? Oh. Well I guess I can stay with them, I'll have to ask first. Ok. Love you too. Bye." Gumball hung up.

"My Grandma's stuck at the DMV with my little sister. She says the lines are long, and she won't be home 'till after midnight. Is it okay if I stay here tonight?"

"Absolutely!"

That night, they were in Carrie's room watching whatever crap was on Comedy Central. Carrie was snacking on popcorn.

"Want some popcorn, Gumball?"

"No thanks." Gumball said in a frustrated tone. Carrie sighed.

"Gumball, come sit on the bed."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

"Fine." Gumball sat on the bed.

"What's bugging you?" asked Carrie. Gumball broke down right on her bed.

"I can't live like this, Carrie!" sobbed Gumball.

"My best friend and father are dead! My sister is more depressed than Kurt Cobain ever was! And my cynical Grandma doesn't even care!"

Gumball, for the first time in two years, cried hysterically. Carrie couldn't stand to see her friend and crush in peril. She put an arm around her.

"Oh, Gumball...I know it hurts, but you have to stay positive or else your depression will consume you and completely take over your body. How do you think I became a ghost?"

Gumball buried his face in his knees. Carrie sighed. Gumball soon fell asleep sitting upright. Carrie fell asleep, cuddling Gumball. Her head was in his chest, and her legs-er, uh-ghost tail thing was resting on his lap. Mrs. Booregard peered into the room.

"Oh yeah." she said to herself. "They will definetly wind up together."