Listen To My Undead Heart (Gumlee)

Over and Over

Oh my god you guys. I'm on a plane and we're having tons of turbulence. It's making me really nervous. I drastically fear plane crashes and sinking cruise ships. (Which I will be on) so this trip is making me very in easy. I've decided to write to get my mind off of it. Wish me luck <3

As I said before, this was all so sudden. I wasn't even prepared. I didn't think about my mom and how she would react and I defiantly didn't think about Fionna. In my defense, she broke up with me so if she does get pissy, she has no reason. As for Bubba, I still don't know if he was ready for that. His mouth said yes but his eyes were still unsure. I was on the same boat. I felt as if we weren't really connected in that way. Like it was more the moment talking than my actual emotions. I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't jump to conclusions. Maybe I should adjust.

Bubba and I sat on the couch as one of my favorite horror movies played on the TV. He was wrapped up in a big blanket that I had no reason for having and I had my arm wrapped around his shoulders. I felt bad for neglecting the feelings I was still questioning toward him. If he really feels the same as me, he sure as hell hides it well because I'm shaking.

Occasionally, he'd cover his eyes or jump at certain parts of the movie, which is understandable. I actually found it cute. As a result, I'd give his shoulder a squeeze and he'd scoot closer to me. This only happened a few times. But I'm not going to lie, I liked it.

"Marshall? Can we watch something else?" The prince looked up at me with a frightened look. I smirked and snaked my forked tongue out of my mouth and hissed.

"You're scared?" I growled. He sunk down but quickly flicked my nose with a pout. I snorted, followed by a laugh. "Alright, alright. What do you wanna watch?" I asked. He shrugged and yawned. "Maybe you should get some sleep."

"Good idea." Gumball made his way to his bed and collapsed on it face first. Before I could even get over there, he was asleep.

I sighed deeply and sat in a nearby chair. It was soft and pink of course. My eyes locked on the boy asleep in his bed. He looked peaceful and well, happy. I on the other hand was all mixed up. Everything I thought I knew about this guy could possibly change. And so could I. Honestly that scared me. Being the demon I am, it would be so hard to change me. But this boy- this wondrous pink loving boy, could accomplish that. He might not even realize it but it's going to happen. The thing that worries me is: do I want to change? Do I want to become something more, something better? I know I'm rebellious and childish and defiantly overwhelming, but is that something I want to change? I mean it's who I am. But is it who I want to be?

The sky was dark, and the wind was now silent. Maybe I should run away. That's what I always do anyway. But what makes this any different? Oh, right, my best friend who is now my boyfriend. Doesn't anyone else besides me find that odd? Maybe it's just me.

I decided to go home since I had the chance. A part of me felt guilty for leaving but the other just wanted to get out of there.

My house was dark and cold but that's how I liked it. I grabbed a bowl of strawberries out of my fridge and plopped myself down on the couch. My legs swung over the arm rest and I clicked on the TV. Of coarse it's only on to break my lonesome silence, there's never anything good on TV anyway.

My hair hung down naturally and I didn't bother fixing it even though it was in my way of vision. Each strawberry I plopped into my mouth sent much needed flavors throughout my system, causing me to sigh with pleasure.

Living alone had its rewards but it also had it's let downs; as do many things. For one thing, I can do whatever I want and nobody would criticize me or tell me it's wrong. On the other hand, I could seriously hurt myself no nobody would know. Maybe Bubba would know. Maybe with our special connection, he'd find out and get me some help. Hah, no way! How cheesy is that?

I chuckled to myself as my thoughts became more and more random. I had the urge to go see Bubba but he was probably asleep. It had only been about an hour since I left in the first place.

Suddenly, the phone began ringing through my ears. I groaned but managed to answer it.

"Marshall?" A tired voice yawned.

"Bubba?"

"Yeah. why did you leave?"

I uh.... How did you notice?" I Dodged the question.

"I got cold so I woke up and you were gone." His voice had a sound within that I had never heard before. Even though I couldn't explain it, it was heart breaking.

"I-Uh. Just thought you'd want to be alone." My mind was racing for answers to questions that he might ask.

"Now why would I want to do that?" His tone was soft but still concerned. I had no answer. At least, no kind answer.

"The truth-" I paused to try and rethink my claim. "The truth is, I'm not sure if my feelings towards you are correct? If that makes any sense keep quiet if not-"

"I get it." He said quickly. I inhaled deeply and let out a small chuckle.

"I said, if you understand then keep quiet you dork." he giggled through the phone and my chest began to hurt.

"Sorry." I smiled and chewed the inside of my cheek softly. Maybe this thing could work. Perhaps I just need to experience it first hand.

"Bubba?" I spoke softly. (Which in fact, is very difficult for a guy like me.)

"Marshall."

"Maybe you wanna head to the beach tomorrow or something?" I felt so shy. As if I was asking someone out for the first time.

"Of course." those two simple words made me blush. This new feeling was amazing. I Felt new, reborn, like I had a second chance. And it was wonderful.

"Thanks Bubs. I'll pick you up tomorrow around.... 11:30?" I awaited his reply like a little girl waiting to get her first stuffed animal.

"Sounds good. bye Marsh." Before he could hang up, i blurted out a "wait". My tongue could the words so fast I had no choice. I cleared my throat.

"Bye." I croaked. Gumball chuckled which made my cheeks burn.

"Bye marsh." God even his nickname for me makes me think of him even more. The phone line becomes dead and a wave of sadness washes over me. I want to talk to him more. I want to hear his laugh and how it always changes after each stupid little joke I tell. Even the way his nose crinkles as he does so. I miss it all so fast. If this thing does work, I could fall head over heels for this boy. Over

And over

And over

Again. ~

Heading back to my home today. I just thought you guys deserved a chapter. (Even though you always deserve a chapter.) I wanted to get this out on Christmas but I had no time. I went on vacation and half the time I didn't have internet access. Sorry guys! Hope you enjoyed! Big plans ahead! (Had a freaking amazing brainstorm when I was on the beach.) LOVE YOU!