Hello. This is officially the third fanfiction I've written and will most likely finish. Please enjoy, even though I suck at everything I've ever done. -BOWS-
Everyone agreed we were perfect. There was never anything someone could say badly about it. We fit together. Opposites attract, right?
Haha. As if. I don't have the courage to confess. I'd probably mess him up a bit. He wouldn't stay focused on his work because of me. So I keep quiet every time I see him. It's best this way, I think.
I sighed and looked in the mirror. I was going to see him today. Do I look okay? Should I dress differently? Nah, my red plaid shirt and skinny jeans were fine. He'd find it weird for me to dress any different anyway.
So, I grabbed my bass and headed out. The cave I lived in was nice. It was calm and wasn't bug infested. It had just the right amount of space for a house. It still had room all around it, too. Perfection.
I took out a red parasol to hide myself from the sun. It was summer and the Prince was probably not as busy. It was like a summer break. Haha.
I flew up to the Candy Kingdom and was surprised to see that Gumball was still asleep. I silently opened his balcony doors and floated inside.
I watched Gumball longingly. 'He's beautiful when he sleeps...' I shook my head and blushed slightly. I couldn't think about that! I couldn't change what we are now. We're best friends after all. I don't want anything to change between us. I want it to stay the same.
While I was in a daze, Gumball started to stir. He opened his eyes tiredly and looked at the clock. It read 1:24 PM. He sat up with a shocked expression.
"I was sleeping that long?" he said with disbelief. I laughed at him. He was so cute sometimes.
He seemed to not notice me until now. He jolted slightly at the sight of me. "Marshall! You scared me to death..."
"That's just my job, Bubba," I smirked at him. I wish we could be so much more.
"Don't call me that!" He had a cute little pout in his face. Ah, how I longed to touch him. His skin was probably so smooth. I shook my head fiercely as my face got red. I can't keep thinking about this!
"Are you alright, Marshall? Your face is red," the Prince stated. Marshall nodded, forgetting he was supposed to be talking to Gumball.
"Ah, what were you saying, Bubba? I was thinking about other things..." Gumball gave me a questioning look and repeated what he had said.
"I said that I was going to be having a Royal Ball in two days for my birthday. You're invited. I want you to be there." He looked at me like it was the most natural thing in the world to tell someone that. Actually, it's not everyday someone seriously and calmly tells you they want you to go to a Royal Ball.
I finally nodded, noticing I hadn't answered and he was looking at me intensely. He smiled slightly, standing up from his bed.
"So, Marshall, why did you come? Did you want to take me somewhere? I've been dying to get out of the house..." I watched as he went over to his dresser and pulled out a informal everyday outfit. He started to strip and my blush crept back to my cheeks. Oh, for glob's sake...
"U-Uh. I don't know if I can take you anywhere, since, ya know, sunlight." He finished putting his clothes on and came to face me.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. How about a sleepover, then? We can go to your place." Without thinking, I replied.
"Yeah. I guess that'd be cool." Damn. Why did I have to agree? I forgot I had written a shitload of songs, for him. It was mostly about my love for him, too.
"So, lets go then." I held out my hand and he took it. I picked him up and opened my umbrella. Here we go...