Breaking Up For You

Chapter 2 (Two)

Gumball's POV
This was it, the winning date. I knew he'd like her. They were just- so alike. And they're totally hitting it off right now. I mean, look at them. The two are engaged in conversation. Guitars, drums, stuff I don't know much about, but he loves. They- It's a perfect match. Plus, if they start dating, Marshall won't need to depend on me so much, and we don't have to be around each other that much. I could.. spend more time with Fi, and uh...

"Bubba!" I could feel myself being pulled out of deep thought. I stared at the three who were staring at me, my eyebrows furrowed in fear. "Ah- I'm sorry, I got distracted.." But they didn't reply for a bit. It became silent, and I was afraid I had messed something up. I suddenly feel really nauseous. I want to throw up. I'm dizzy. I don't- I'm not enjoying this right now. Was I asked a question? Did something funny happen? Was I supposed to clap? I don't-

"BAHHAHAHA- Gummy, you're fine. Just let go of Marshall's hand please." Fi had been chuckling at me, staring down at my hand in the seat. "Oh!" When did I do that? I don't remember- "Sorry- force of habit." That was a lie. I've never actually done that before. My hand must have a mind of its own, haha. Moving on... The date had continued. It was fun for the most part. Marshall had loved speaking with Ash, but the more I listened, the more- uncomfortable I had gotten. She seemed off, and I really didn't- I wasn't enjoying her company. I guess because we've been friends for so long, seeing Marshy finally get with someone felt a bit... weird. But it's because we're close. When a homie gets a girl, all the homies act like this. I'm just a bit afraid he's going to not return. I fear he won't want anything to do with me anymore. He doesn't like me. He won't like me. Which sucks, but I can't have him rely on me all the time- I can't rely on him. I have someone now-

"Bubba! Did you not hear? We're leaving." I had returned back to reality yet again. It seemed tense, her eyes were furrowed together, and Marshall was pulling at my hand to leave. "Wait- No! Marshall I'm sorry-"

"Wait what just happened.." I trailed off as Fiona had been standing waiting as well, the two staring down angrily at Ash. Fuck. It was as if I said what I was thinking out loud. But I didn't- at least I didn't think I did. I would've noticed I'm pretty sure. "It was an accident!" she defended herself, but I still didn't understand what she had done wrong.

"I could understand once and stopping, but continuously rubbing up and down my leg with your foot while I continuously push you away is disgusting. You're disgusting." I could feel the tensity increase. From Ash's furrowed eyebrows to Fiona's cringed expression, I could tell something went on. But- what? I mean, I don't think he'd be mad about a little foreplay. It's Marshall. He's always horny, or flirting, or thinking about something not pure. "I don't understand the situation-"

"She's been trying to play 'sexual footsie' with me this whole time, Bubba." I was unfazed. I am unfazed. It's Marshall, if anything I'd think he'd be the one to come onto her. I mean he flirts with practically anyone. He's done it to Fiona, Cake, hell - he's even done it to me. So- "What's the big deal?" Fuck. That- I didn't mean for that to slip out. I-

The silence had filled the room. Or- At least our table. I shouldn't have spoken. I shouldn't have spoken. I shouldn't have spoken. I shouldn't have spoken. I shouldn't have- "Marshall!" His eyebrows had knotted together in an annoyed rage. He clenched the jacket resting between his fingers before opening his mouth. I want him to say something. Anything. Please. Please Marshall-

But he didn't. I can only stare at him while he angrily stares back, hurt, aggravated, angry, I'm not sure. But it's not a positive feeling. I- He turns for the door and I panic. I can see him push the door open. I can only quickly pay what I owe to the waitress before rushing out of the door, rushing after him. "Marshall! I'm sorry! Please- It- It just slipped out!" I keep running, noticing him speeding up. Refusing to respond to me. "Marsh- Marshy! Come on!" I can't let him leave- I need to explain myself. Say something smart. Anything. "It's not my fault! I thought you'd like someone like that!" That sure catches his attention - not in a good way - but he stops. And while he does so, I stumble over my two feet to stop mere feet away from him.

And those eyebrows - still knitted together - in pain. "Is that what you think of me..? Bubba is that what I am to you?" Fuck. I- "No Marshall-" I'm yet again interrupted. "Hah, and here I thought you wouldn't ever hurt me any more than I've hurt myself. I'm not some self-absorbed horny fuck who only cares about sex. I have feelings, y'know? I might flirt a lot, and mess around a lot, but I do have feelings. Feelings you never asked me about. Feelings I fucking hate you for - but I hate myself even more for resenting you for it. Because it's not your fault that I have so much hatred for you. That any time you speak- I can't- I need to process.."

His voice trailed off as he continued speaking. I really did try to stay focused on him. To listen to what he had to say. But my heart could only sink while my ears drowned out his explanation. What was I supposed to say to this? Did he want me to just listen to him? Should I just take this? Was I supposed to react naturally to this? Was I even allowed to react at all? This was the man I'd known all my life. The one who's followed me around as I had done to him as well. But to hear- after all this time- that I am hated, hurts. I can't breathe. I can feel the air escaping my lungs, yet none is coming back in. My throat is closing up and my hands are shaking. I can barely see. My eyes won't stay open and my limbs are weak. "You... Marshall-"

I can't finish what I want to say. Everything goes dark.