AU: Genderbent Land of Aaa
Ding, ding, ding!
The timer went off and Prince Gumball walked over to the stove and took out his apple-pie cookies. The crust was crisp and flakey to perfection. The aroma of cinnamon and apple filled the air.
He looked out the window, and gazed upon the hills of green.
Gumball took out his journal, licked his finger, and opened up to a new page.
I love baking and all that junk, but what's the point when you're the only one eating them? He scribbled furiously.
"Well that won't be a problem any longer, will it?" a deep and husky voice asked.
Gumball spun around, and was shocked to see Marshall Lee the Vampire King standing in his kitchen. He was clad in his red plaid shirt, dark skinny jeans, and his deep brown eyes shone mischievously. Gumball's cheeks flushed as he jumped for his journal.
"C'mon Marshall, we're not kids. Give it back!" Gumball scolded.
"Aw, Gummy… Is there something in here you don't want me to see?" asked Marshall tauntingly.
Gumball's cheeks flushed a hot pink.
Marshall floated up in the air, and flipped to a random page in the book.
"Ah-hem," Marshall started.
"You know how I feel about you Marshall, so why do you have to go and mess with my feels like that?" Gumball said under his breath.
Marshall's eye widened as he floated down and set the book on the table.
His pale skin was beginning to grow color as well.
"I just, ehm, forget about it for a sec," he said quietly.
"Yeah, well I do … still like you Marshall. It doesn't help when you mess with my head!" Gumball yelled back.
"I know you feel that way Gummy, but I'm with Fi- now," he started.
"We used to be good. Great. But, things change y'know?"
Gumball looked down, and adjusted his crown.
"I know… Sorry for rashing on you like that," he said with a smile.
"No problem, man. Didn't mean to make you feel bad or nothing," Marshall replied, putting his hand on Gumball's shoulder.
At the touch, Gumball felt like his heart was being squeezed and lowered into his stomach. How he ached for that touch.
Marshall, although on the outside he looked confident and smooth, desperately wanted to hold Gumball in his arms. Watch stupid movies they stole from the Ice Queen's lair, and he dreadfully wanted to kiss his warm pink lips.
Marshall walked over to the apple-pie cookies.
"Mind if I take some for the road?" he asked.
Putting on a smile, Gumball walked over to him and said, "Of course not! I have more than enough."
Marshall grabbed a couple cookies, and headed for the open window. He took one last look behind him before floating away.
Gumball's lip quivered as he cleaned up the messy kitchen.
He looked down at the mushy apple-filling.
It looked very much how he felt inside.