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Don't Be So Modest!

Fetish:Noun

1. A course of action to which one has an excessive and irrational commitment.

2. A form of sexual desire in which gratification is linked to an abnormal degree to a particular object, item of clothing, part of the body, etc.

 

Barnabys POV:

I wake up the next morning almost forgetting where I am.I turn over to see Marshall sleeping peacefully.I quickly remember everything from yesterday,and smile at his tranquility.Even though he pisses me off from time-to-time,I care about him from the moon,and back.

Last night,I honestly thought I might've lost him.A few years ago,Marshall overdosed on some pills,and purposely tried to kill himself.All because his mom sold a red teddy bear for gas money.His godmother gave him the bear to help him trough his problems as a kid,and it was most important to him that he'd keep it forever.Even the smallest things can wreck Marshall,so when his mom died,I was expecting the worse.I'm just happy I was here for him.I've stuck with him for years,and plan on continuing to do that.

Marshall starts to shift around in his sleep,then eventually wakes up.

"Good morning!" I say brightly,and shoot him a smile.He just yawns dramatically,and smiles back.I begin to observe him,then i'm unable to take my eyes off him.His bed head,his brown eyes,perfect smile...so sexy,and so perfect.Inhumanly perfect.His level of perfection should not exist.

Marshall POV:

I wake up around eleven something,and I almost fall back asleep.But,Bubba's here,and I want to spend every minute of today with him.

"Why are you staring at me...that's uncomfortable." I say tiredly.He breaks from the gaze,and begins to blush."No reason." he says,then begins to bite his nails.That means he's either nervous,or he's lying about something.

"Your'e lying.I know i'm like,extremely good-looking,but you don't have to stare.You've seen my face a million times." I say jokingly.Bubba stops biting his nails.

"Well...now I look at you differently.And speaking of different...what are we now?" he asked.

"I don't know.I mean,I think we should-"

"But wait! What if Fionna and BMO stop liking us?Pepper would kill you.And..and-" Bubba sighs,and his facial expression turns pouty. "It's not that big of a deal Bub.Cake thinks your'e gay anyways."I confess accidentally.She told me not to ever tell him that.Woops.

"WAIT,WHAT?That's so mean.She told me I was the manliest,man ever." Bubba says,not willing to believe what Cake thinks about him."Dude,you wear pink almost everyday,you bake pastries,and your obsession with cats is inhuman." I tell him. He just looks down to his lap,then lays back down.

I put myself in a push-up position over Gumball and smile."You worry too much." I say nonchalantly ,then peck his lips with my own.This causes him to cheer up.He smiles,then pushes me off playfully.

"I wasn't expecting to stay over,so can I borrow some of your clothes,please?I need a shower." he asked,now standing up beside the bed."Sure.Oh,and does your maid know you're here.I don't want her all over my ass when you go home." I reply,rummaging trough my closet to find the boy something to wear.

"Um...I left her a note." he said.

"Okay,what did it say?" I ask suspiciously.

"She thinks i'm at James's house." I raise an eyebrow.Who is ja-