gumball x carrie

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Gumball woke up in the middle of the night to find Carrie practically wrapped around her.

"Carrie" Gumball whispered as he poked the sleeping apparition.

"Carrie, wake up! Your sleeping on me!" Gumball whispered more loudly. She still didn't move.

"To hell with it...at least it's Saturday." Gumball said as he pulled out his iPod. He started listening to Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance.

He listened to his iPod.

[lyrics]

"When I was! a young boy! my father! took me into the city! too see a marching band! He said, son when! you grow up! will you be! the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned!"

Those words touched Gumball.

[more lyrics]

"Sometimes I get the feeling, she's watchin' over me. And other times I feel like I should go... You're through it all, the rise and fall! The bodies in the streets! And when your gone we'd like you all to know! We'll carry on, We'll carry on, and though you're dead and gone, believe me, your memory will carry on! We'll carry on! And in my heart, I can't contain it! The anthem won't explain it!"

Gumball drifted back to sleep as he listened to the rest of the song. In the morning he was awoken by Carrie's Mom.

"Are you sure you too aren't a couple?"

"Couple? I found her like this last night, she's so heavy I can't move her."

"I know how to wake her up" Mrs. Booregard cleared her throat. "Carrie, the excorsist is here!"

Carrie's eyes shot open and she dashed under the desk.

"Keep that bastard away from me!"

"Carrie, there's no excorsist, you just fell asleep on me. Again." said Gumball. Carrie blushed.

"Oh...I...uhm..." Carrie stammered.

"Who wants breakfast?" asked Mrs. Booregard.

"Sorry Mrs. Booregard, I have to mow the lawn on Saturdays. I best be getting home. See ya later, Carrie."

Gumball took off. He was out of the house and on the way back to his Grandma's.

"Honestly Carrie, why not tell him how you feel?"

"Mom! I don't like him like that!"

"Carrie you leave your diary open all the time. I know everything."

"Uh...I can't tell him how I feel! Poor guy's already got enough on his mind without me budding in with my 'feelings'. I'd just be stressing him out more..."

"Gumball's a nice boy. A troubled boy I might add, but still he'd understand completely."

"How do you know?"

"Well he didn't seem to mind when you fell asleep on him."

"I'll talk to him when I'm ready!"