Sighing, I blew upwards, blowing the dark fringe of hair out of my eyes. I was waiting again, arms folded over my chest and patience wearing thin. It was already 8:30, two hours after we had agreed to meet. I leaned back against the wall and cast my gaze upwards at the night sky, the moon poking out behind thin clouds. It was no use even going to a later showing of the movie; I was no longer in the mood. Even though he knew I would always wait for him, no matter how late he was, this was really pushing it. Two hours was long enough.

"Yo Marshall! Been waiting here long?" A familiar, cheerful voice called from my left.

I looked at the smiling pink figure before me, shoving my hands in my pocket and flipping my hair to look aloof. "Not really..." I mumbled. I would never show Gumball how peeved I was; I never do. He thought we shared everything, but my emotions were something I always kept in check. Plus I couldn't stand to see that adorable face of his contorted with tears. I sighed, resigning myself to a late movie. At least I was a creature of the night.

He smiled, unaware of the inner turmoil my mind was going through. "Great! Then shall we head off? Wouldn't want to be late for the movie!" He grabbed my had and started at a fast pace towards the open field where tonights motion picture would be held.

I rolled my eyes. "Wouldn't want that now would we?" I muttered under my breath.

He turned to look at me, big bright eyes boring into mine. "Hm? What's that tone for?" Gumball asked, and to my surprise he stopped and let go of my hand. "Lately you've been really weird. Now I usually respect your privacy and let you keep things to yourself but you're really worrying me. What's up?"

I just stared at him in awe. He wasn't oblivious after all. He knew I wasn't fine all the time and he let me keep quiet about it? That sounded rediculous coming the guy who told me every trivial thing that happened throughout the day. I sighed, shaking my head and not looking into his eyes.

"It's nothing."

"It sure as math isn't nothing," he argued, folding his arms over his pink and purple striped fancy shirt. I didn't know how to descrbe that shirt any other way; just fancy. "Tell me what's bugging you, Marshall. I wan't to help."

"It's you okay?" Blinking was all I got in response from the pink figure beside me. "You're always late. ALWAYS. You know how long I was waiting here today? Two whole freakin' hours! We agreed to meet at 6:30 you ding-nut!" I threw my arms up in exasperation. Then I sighed, not liking to raise my voice to the one person I loved.

"Oh. Is that all?" He chuckled. "I thought it was something more serious. Why woud you let that bother you?" His face was free of any concern.

I couldn't stop myself. The words just started forming themselves before I could even think. "It's not just your tardiness that's the problem. It's the fact that you're only late when it comes to dates with me. You're always so punctual with everyone else. You don't even think about how this makes me feel! I don't mind waiting around for you for hours when we have some place to go, but you act like it's no big deal when you're late, like you weren't even thinking about me! Am I not important to you? You know, I think about you all the time and what do I get in return? A spoiled-brat prince who doesn't even care to remember when he has a date with his boyfriend!" I let out a long breath and lowered my gaze to his level. I could see tears forming at the corners of his eyes and my rage suddenly vanished.

"I do care, you jerk...I just...It's not like that," Gumball sniffled. "And what about you? Always assuming the worst of people? You don't even give them a chance before you push them away! I want to be closer to you, but there is thick wall around your heart that I can't break through, no matter how hard I try! You know that's why people don't like you Marshall. They try, but then you go and yell at them or whatever it is you do and that's why you're lonely!"

Dumbfounded, I stared at my red converse sneakers. How was I supposted to respond to that?

"The truth hurts huh?" He added, wiping away the tears from his eyes.

"Gumball...I..." I started, but a hand was thrust into my face before I could continue.

"You wanna' know why I've been late? I've been working on something for you and I lose track of time." He pulled something out of his pocket. It was a necklace, and not just any plain old necklace. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, strung completely with perfectly sculpted extremely rare and tiny candy rocks. So rare in fact, I thought they didn't exist. He handed to me and glared at me through puffy round eyes. "Those rocks are so hard to carve the slightest mistake will shatter them. I wanted to give it to you on our anniversary, but take it now because I'm afraid there won't be one," he stated, turning around and walking away with shoulders back, the kind of walk only a prince could pull off.

"Gumball, wait!" No response.

I sighed, staring down at the masterfully crafted necklace in my hands. What did I just do? I don't even know why I got so angry in the first place. And did...did Gumball just break up with me? I looked back up to where an angry Prince Gumball was vanishing into the distance and concluded that was the case. I had to do something, but I couldn't think. My heart sunk and I could feel myself shaking and something wet on my cheeks? I was crying...I don't cry. I'm the son of a demon and a vampire; I don't cry. It was written in my blood...but still here I was, tears streaming down my face as I watched the only person I ever loved turn around a corner and disappear.

Gumball had hit a sore spot with me. I had never been able to really pour out my heart to anyone, but I really was trying. Maybe I wasn't trying hard enough. A thought struck me. We had almost been together for a whole year, but not once had I told Prince Gumball that I loved him. Sure, he had said it to me several times, but every time I had clammed up and just said "me too". That wouldn't convince anyone I'm sure.

I rubbed my temples with my fingers, thinking this over. If I was going to get him back I would have to take some drastic measures. I had to get over whatever it was that was holding me back and say those three words to him.

I just had to, before it was too late and my most precious person was lost to me forever.

A/N: Yes it's a little short sorry.