Well, here it is, my first fanfiction. As this is my first, you probably know what to expect, but I hope I can impress you somewhat. This story is inspired by the lack of lengthy romance fics in The Amazing World of Gumball, so I plan to make my own! (Hopefully). This is also inspired by all the romance fanfics I've read. As such, I plan to use elements and ideas from other stories that I've read.

The character of Natasha is ownership of Dinogirl23. She did a great job with the creation, so make sure you go over to her profile after this (try not to read the Chuck Norris jokes XD). All other OCs are likely created by me. In addition, the character of Candice Green is primarily based off of me, along with some tweaking here and there.

Not too much else to say really, so let's get into it! I hope you enjoy!

"There is never a time or a place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment"

A Soaring Inception

Above the sparkling sea and puffy clouds, a plane – more specifically a private jet – can be observed zooming through the sky following a linear path, taking no regards to the laws of velocity. Inside said plane, a half-lid pair of black eyes are fixated on the apparent appeal of the upper atmosphere. These eyes were rested upon the paws of the beholder – its elbow lazily perched up on the window's edge. An exasperated sigh escaped her lips. Uggghhh when are we gonna be there – she said to no one in particular.

This impatient creature is named Candice Green. She is an anthropomorphic cat with an unusually petite torso, along with a relatively big head. She has bright, candy red fur all over her twelve year old body, circular eyes that contain perfectly black pupils, a pink nose plastered on her upper lip, two triangular ears as well as small whiskers pointing outwards from her cheeks – clearly denoting that she is indeed a female. As for current cloth wear, a white polo shirt can be seen covering her torso. In addition, she also wears a grey, cloth, median to long length skirt, the backside of which punctured to let her small, ovular tail have some breathing room. She doesn't wear socks nor shoes.

"Hey Candice? Aren't you excited! You should be pumped right now! I certainly am!" Said by an intimate voice.

Sitting next to her, swaying her feet side to side like two pendulums was a ten year old turquoise guppy fish, the name of which is Natasha Green, the sister of Candice Green. She has a big ovular head with large cheeks, above which identical eyes to Candice (not in spirit) are seen with three eyelashes on each. Spectacularly, this guppy fish grew legs from said head – both of which are long and athletic looking, enforced by the pair of purple and white tennis shoes on the appendages. These shoes both have a crescent pattern aligning their sides. Another feature of the water bound creature is the long, curved tailfin sticking out from her backside, which fades into an aquamarine shade at the tip. She has a similar looking dorsal fin on her forehead – only it is limp. As a result, it trails over her right eye like a fringe. After a moment of perplexity, Candice took her arm off the rim.

"Tash, how do manage to stay so optimistic in the most dreadful situations?" Candice inquired.

"Well, how do you manage to stay so pessimistic in the most joyful situations?" Natasha returned.

"Whatever. Just please, leave me alone, I'm really not in the mood right now." Candice exclaimed, completely looking away from Natasha impertinently.

"Natasha, is Candice alright?" Questioned their mom from the seat behind. She was similar to Candice in many ways, only she was taller and wore a long, red dress and a pearl necklace. Still no shoes though.

"She's fine, just a bit gripey is all!" She playfully said, giggling while doing so. Candice still remained silent. Natasha was always one to brighten up the mood – even if it didn't work for all recipients.

"Oh that's good to hear dear. Tell her we'll be there in twenty minutes." This induced a groan, courtesy of Candice.

"Why do we even have to go to this stupid town anyway? What was wrong with the last one?" Interrogated Candice, obviously frustrated. His dad, who was also a red cat but wore a suit and tie, stepped in from behind her to answer her cry.

"The reason is that my friend is offering an exciting new business opportunity involving his company, The Rainbow Factory, located in Elmore. He needs me to stay at the town so we can run our joint company together." Described Mr. Green.

"Why couldn't he just of merged the company back in Welridge?" Inquired Candice.

"Come on Candice, it's going to be great! Elmore is a fantastic town from what I've heard, and the money your father will gain from this opportunity will mean that you will have plenty of things to do. Think of all the friends you'll make!" Cheerfully said her mother.

"Whatever." Finalised Candice. Natasha continued to chatter with her mom, while Candice contemplated her mother's response. Friends, I don't need friends. . .

Back in Welridge, Candice was an oddity among her fellow classmates. Where most students would talk and play with their friends and keep them close, Candice would do very much the opposite. Contrary to her little sister, you would scarce see her with, talking or even interacting with anyone in the her school. More so, a reason was even harder to come by. Even the most lucky and the unprecedentedly tenacious could not pry an explanation out of her. It was even hard for her sister to get her to speak most of the time, but there were a couple of certainties about her.

For one, she was somewhat of a male magnet, as she was always very sought after by the boys at the school, who craved her good looks and great wealth. She turned down every single one – often with violence – which did the job well. As for the girls, they were very envious of every aspect of her, so often spread rumours about her throughout the school. This gave her the attributed nickname 'pussy priss', which still gets her tense every time she hears it to this day. The only person she could really trust was Natasha, but she often was at another's house over her own so she rarely got private time with her.

Candice once more perused the outside scenery. Why would Elmore be any different? Stubbornly thought the feline.

"What about the school? Oh! Does it have a choir? I just need to know!" Zealously exclaimed Natasha, her appendages and dorsal fin flailing in the meanwhile.

"Someone's happy." Chimed Mr. Green

"Why wouldn't I be? We're moving to flippin' Elmore!" Shouted her daughter, which lead to the captain in the cockpit having to clutch his ears. Her father was always delighted at her adopted daughter's enthusiastic demeanour. It always seemed to put a smile on his face. Maybe that's why all the kids back at Welridge found her so likeable.

"It's just, aren't you scared to make new friends, go to a new school in a new house with new surroundings?" Questioned Mrs Green.

"That's the exciting part Mrs Mom!" Natasha answered with triumph. She then proceeded to make a dash towards the window, at the expense of Candice's comfort. She gripped the rim and tilted her head towards the bow of the plane. After a period of intense optical focus, she suddenly gasped, whipped around and yelled:

"I see it! We're here!"

"Uhh. . . Darwin, I don't think I wanna do this anymore." Nervously whimpered an azure, male, twelve year old cat, quivering his lip in terror from the high altitude he was currently situated at. Said cat is bipedal with long whiskers – and sports an ivory sweater with brown ends at the neck, sleeves and waist. He also wears a pair of genes atop a hilariously overinflated pelvis. At the moment, he was wearing protective equipment on all of his major joints, inclusive of his king-sized head, which had a green helmet atop it. And if you had a miniscule, vain hope that he was wearing socks or shoes – then your dreams have just been crushed. I mean, he's wearing rollerblades at least? That counts right?

"Come on Gumball! You have to do it! It's what the dare card says!" Shouted a tiger orange, male, ten year old goldfish, aimed towards the top of a huge, steep ramp made out of a myriad of garbage items, such as old TVs, cans and even a couple of rotting fruits, for the foundation. Meet Darwin Watterson, brother to Gumball Watterson, an aquatic creature that miraculously grew legs. These end in a pair of green and white sneakers, both having circular symbols at both their sides – the only attire present on the goldie. Regarding his backside, his tailfin branches out into three smaller, and more maneuverable sub-fins that are all bundled together. Relatively speaking, it is a bit on the short end. As a consequence of being a male, he additionally has one less eyelash on display compared to a female of a similar species.

"C—can't I just take a dodge card?" Gumball persuaded, toothily grinning as if to sway Darwin's demeanour. This however, only resulted in an angry look from Darwin, who was putting his hands on the sides of his head and was currently furrowing his brow.

"No man! You spent two hours making this dumpster ramp." Reminded the finned creature.

"Ok fine, there's no going back anyways. Well, I'm pretty sure I lived a decent life." Reluctantly said an ever-sarcastic Gumball. Why does playing this game always seem to end up in near-death?

He gulped after looking down once more at his backyard. After another whimper of terror he then proceeded to prepare himself – both emotionally and physically – amidst the distinct rocking of the impressively built structure. Just at that moment, he vertically sprang himself upwards into the Heavens – an amazing feet for such puny. . . well feet. The boy's skates landed on the slope of the ramp, and then he proceeded to accelerate unimaginably fast – to the point where there was a possibility of the wheels giving in to friction, much to Gumball's horror. Gumball, to put it bluntly, was terrified. His eyes were as wide as a door with broken hinges, his arms and legs were scrambling about attempting to keep balance and the boy was screaming throughout the entire performance. There was a brief realization three fifths into the ridiculous event that, just maybe; Gumball could pull this off successfully.

Not too far now! Thought a euphoric feline. But, life always has a way of making the most intimate things crumble before your very eyes. Less generally, the foundations of the ramp were becoming overexerted from the instability of the whole building, and as such they began to give way. This snowballed into the items above it, leading to the entire structure succumbing to the power of Earth's gravity. Without being aware of this, the surprised cat's face turned from a look of excitement to a look of regret as he tumbled downwards with the trash, eyes closed, arms upwards and screams intensified. This only lasted for several seconds until the cat was buried under a pile of trash. He then stuck his head betwixt the sea of filth, spat out a rotten banana peel, and was met face to face with the amused eyes of his companion.

"I told you we shouldn't have played dodge or dare." Scoffed the cocky fish. Gumball sighed in response.

"At least it can't get any worse than this." Gumball noted. Unfortunately for the pair, irony caught up to them.

"What was that noise?!" Ferociously yelled their mother from inside the house. Gumball and Darwin exchanged petrified glances, and then they attempted to clean up the zenith of all mess-ups. But nothing, no one, no thought nor action has, or can be, hidden from Mrs Watterson. Ever.

Well, there you go. Now, there are probably tons of mistakes that I made in terms of spelling, plot, characters etcetera. I would really appreciate if you could point any of these out to me in the review section. I mean, without criticism, how does any writer improve?

See you for the next chapter. I'm a bit oblivious to when that is going to be but, if the reviews are good, I'll have it out as soon as possible.

CrOxxx.