Hey Hi Hello everyone! So I'm really excited for this story because I'm going to be writing in 3rd person for a change, and I'm a little nervous on how that's going to turn out.

This is going to be nothing like the actual show at all. There's going to be a lot cursing, and maybe some steamy scenes? I'm still deciding.

Other than that, Enjoy!

Marshall trudges through the seemingly never ending hallway. He glances at the small numbers tacked onto the doors, looking for the right one. He finally reaches the room he was looking for. Marshall slides his headphones off his ears and stares at the number. 186. A very average number. His anxiety gets the best of him and he cant help but stare at the number instead of opening the door. He's never been so terrified of a room in his life. And he doesn't get scared or even nervous easily, so that's saying a lot. The person behind this door can very easily make or break the next four years of his social life. They can either be a giant nerd that's the biggest chick repellent on campus, or a complete asshole that girls cant seem to get enough of, completely ignoring Marshall.

Or he can be a normal, male student that he can eventually become friends with- Yeah, no. That's not happening.

He closes his eyes as he shoves his room key into the lock and twists. He pushes the door open, cracking open one eye and oh my God.

So

Much

Fucking

Pink.

He drops his duffel bag as he gapes at the room. There's a desk directly to his left, and a pink laptop sits neatly in the center with a purple notebook next to it. Tons of pictures in magenta and violet frames are on and above the desk, but Marshall doesn't care enough to see who of. His roommate has the bottom bunk apparently, for it has a soft pink blanket neatly tucked on it with light purple lining. There's pairs of pink and purple shoes at the base of one of the wardrobes, and nothing in said wardrobe strays far from the two colors. One of the full body mirrors has purple cupcake decals covering it. Marshall groans and chucks his backpack onto the top bunk. He climbs on top of the bed as the door to the bathroom opens, and out strides a very pink looking boy.

He's very pale, pink almost, and has evidently dyed pink hair that is spiked in the front. He's tall, but no taller than Marshall, and very lean. He doesn't pack a lot of muscle, but he's not all fat either. His thin and light pink top hangs slightly off his girly shoulders, and the V-neck shows a very obvious collar bone. His jeans are dark pink and he has fuzzy purple slippers on. He glances around a bit before heading to the cupcake mirror. He tousles with his hair before returning it back to normal. He hums while doing so, completely unaware of Marshall's presence. He dances over to his desk and checks off a day on his calendar. It's not until Marshall clears his throat that the boy registers him, jumping and dropping his fuzzy pen. He spins around to face Marshall, his pink eyes wide and his mouth slightly open.

"Um, how did you-so you're the new...um...okay." He stutters, smoothing his shirt out. "Well, my apologies for not noticing you sooner. My name's Beau, but people call me Gumball because-" he gestures at the pink background before smiling sweetly up at Marshall. "And you are?"

"Marshall Lee." He grunts. Nice first impression.

"Well, Marshall. It's nice to meet you!" Gumball holds his hand out for Marshall to shake, and Marshall glances down at the boy and his hand before snorting and looking back at his phone.

"Your hair's pink." Marshall glances down to see Gumball run a hand through his hair nervously.

"Yeah, well, my sister decided to dye it as a prank when we were younger, and it hasn't come out." Gumball explains.

"That must suck."

"Not really, I've come to like the color pink!"

Marshall snorts again. An awkward silence falls between them as Gumball opens and closes his mouth several times, and Marshall just sits checking the time on his phone over and over. There's a knock at their door, snapping Gumball out of the silence. "Oh! Today's Saturday, I completely forgot!" He smacks his hand against his head before frantically shoving books and notebooks in his backpack. "Just a minute!" He calls when the person knocked at the door again. "So, Marshall, every Saturday a few of my friends and I meet in the library to do the AP homework and study. You take AP, right? of course you take AP, you wouldn't be in the AP dorms if you didn't take AP." It doesn't take long for Marshall to realize Gumball rambles when nervous. Great. Gumball decides to continue when Marshall just stares at him instead of giving him an answer. "Anyways, we meet from about now until lunch. You can come and I'll introduce you...?" He offers, seeing how Marshall is already half bored out of his mind. Marshall just shakes his head.

"Well, alright. But we do this every Saturday, so you're welcome to tag along or pop in any time." Gumball says before rushing out the door.

Once alone, Marshall flops back onto his bed, staring up at ceiling. He has to get his schedule, and his books, and maybe walk around so he knows where he'll be going Monday. He might even walk by the library...nah. He groans as he sits up slowly and gets down from bed.

XxXxXxX

It takes him a full 10 minutes just to reach the front office. He talks with the secretary for a bit until she hands him his schedule and sends him to the library to get his textbooks. He asks if going was necessary because he really doesn't want to be bothered with this "Gumball" character, but the death glare the secretary gives him refrains Marshall from pushing the argument further.

And that's why he's now standing in front of the library doors, contemplating going in or waiting until school starts and make a lame excuse to why he didn't get them ("Nobody told me I was supposed to get them before." "I got lost on my way to the library and no one would help me." "Oh, we need a textbook for Algebra 2? Did not know that. Huh."). In the end, someone exits the library and holds the door open for him, so Marshall has to slip inside.

It's not as small as it looks on the outside. It's a dome shaped building, and every wall is occupied with ceiling high shelves. There is two tall rolling ladders leaning on shelves on opposite sides of the room. Circle tables are scattered all around the room, and two are pushed together in the middle. That's where Gumball and his "study buddies" are gathered around, whispering harshly about the Civil War and Algebra. Gumball is sitting closely next to a girl that looks exactly like him, pink hair and all. They're wearing matching magenta spectacles that are sitting low on their noses. That has to be his sister. Gumball glances up at Marshall before smiling and waving. Marshall sighs and walks over to the group.

"Marshall! You made it!" Gumball says excitedly. Marshall shrugs.

"I just came to get my textbooks."

"Oh. Well, since you're here, might as well introduce you!" Gumball quickly gets up from his seat and runs to where Marshall is standing. "Now, the blonde guy is Finn, and next to him is his best friend, Jake." Gumball points to a blonde wearing a white hat on his head and a boy with orange hair. Jake is wearing a yellow dog sweatshirt with the hood on, and Marshall doesn't quite know how to react to that. "On the other side of Finn is his twin sister Fionna, and next to her is my older sister. Her name is Bonnie, but everyone calls her Bubblegum, for obvious reasons." He points to his sister and she smiles and waves. Gumball goes on to talk about the library and how there's usually more people in their study group but they went home this weekend and Marshall takes the opportunity to smell him. He doesn't know why, but he was just curious to what Gumball smells like. He inhales deeply and subtly. Just like Marshall thought, Gumball smells of pure sugar. He smells like sweet sweet bubblegum and Marshall bets he tastes like it-

"So are you staying, Marshall?" Gumball asks, looking surprisingly hopeful.

"Nah. I just want to unpack and unwind, you know?" Marshall shrugs, watching Gumball's face fall from hopeful to disappointed.

"Oh." He nods more and more furiously. "Yeah...yeah that would make sense. Okay. So, I'll see you at lunch? You can come sit with us and I know how to get a really good dessert if you sit behind-"

"No, thanks. Not much of an eater." Marshall shrugs again. Gumball furrows his pink eyebrows at him. They look like fluffy pieces of cotton candy stuck to his forehead.

"Okay...then I'll see you at the dorms...then?" Marshall nods and Gumball smiles before heading back to his seat. Marshall quickly gathers his textbooks and waves one final time at Gumball and his friends before walking back to the dorm room.

XxXxXxX

"Oh, come on!" Marshall groans as he slams the book close and throws it against the ceiling. Of course it comes right back down and hits him in the face, causing an array of colorful words to spill from his mouth as he throws the book on the ground this time.

"Hey, Marshall I came to- what happened?" Gumball asks, dropping his backpack and books when he sees a cringing Marshall.

"Nothing. Just about the worst ending ever for a book." He spits, sitting up on the top bunk and motioning towards the book now on the ground. Gumball picks it up and gapes at it.

"This? We're not supposed to read this until like Junior year!" Gumball stares at Marshall who just shrugs.

"Well, you're not going to like it."

"Didn't you just get this book today? And you finished it? It's like, what, 700 pages?"

"735, counting the dumbass epilogue."

"That's pretty impressive." Marshall shrugs again.

"I'm a fast reader."

"I can see that. Anyways, you left your Algebra 2 book in the library, so I decided to end the group early and bring it back to you."

"Thanks. You can set it on my desk next to the other ones." Marshall points to the bare desk besides the textbooks sprawled on it. He focuses on getting his shirts into drawers when he hears a gasp from behind him.

"Why do you have a Pre-Calculus textbook? Isn't that our math next year?"

"I talked to the principal. He let me have an extra math period in exchange for my elective." Marshall says, taking both math books and stacking them on the desk.

"A roommate who's reading 11th grade material and taking his math classes a year early? I have a thing or two to learn from you, Marshall Lee." Gumball laughs as he unpacks his backpack.

XxXxXxX

In a blink of an eye noon turns to afternoon turns to evening. Gumball had convinced Marshall to join him for dinner, where he ate an apple and nudged the rest of the food around his plate. This didn't go unnoticed by Gumball, and apparently the cafeteria lady either, she was giving him glares while she cleaned his tray. The boys headed back to their dorm for curfew and that's where Marshall was currently, waiting for Gumball to get out of the shower while reading a book. The day had gone by somewhat smoothly for him, and he didn't exactly hate his roommate, which was also a plus. He could do without the pink, though.

"So, how'd you like your first day on campus?" Gumball asks as he walks out of the steamy bathroom. He has a towel hanging loosely around his waist, and his hair is damp and grazing his forehead. Although Gumball is a very attractive person, and Marshall knows that he himself is bisexual, he would never have a crush on a roommate, would he? It all just seems too cliché for Marshall. He sighs before answering the question.

"Fine, I guess."

"Okay...that's good. Since tomorrow's Sunday, it'll be slightly peaceful in the morning, but afternoon will be chaos as kids get dropped back off. They have to make curfew or else they get detention and they lose a dessert, and as you realized earlier those desserts are pretty much the bomb, or maybe you didn't realize because I didn't really see you eat anything besides an apple, are you some kind of vegetarian? Or are you on a diet? You don't need to be, I mean you're very tall and skinny, but in a good way and- I'm rambling, aren't I?"

Marshall snorts before nodding and Gumball sighs as he looks in his wardrobe for clothes. "I'm sorry. I tend to ramble when I'm nervous and-"

"I can see that." Marshall says, jumping down from the bed and getting his towel. "What are you so nervous about?"

"I don't know. It wasn't until you showed up, but I'm not like scared of you or anything, you're actually pretty cool and smart, maybe I'm nervous for you? Because your first day is literally less than 48 hours away and if you think about it that's not a lot of hours and aren't you going to be overstressed with two types of math and I'll stop talking." Gumball's face flushes as he finds underwear and pajama shorts and tugs them on.

Marshall is in and out of the bathroom in 10 minutes and soon they're both laying in bed.

"It's a really nice school." Gumball blurts out randomly.

"What?"

"The school. It's a nice one. It's filled to the brim with nice people and even nice teachers, but the ones you have to look out for we wont get until next year when we're sophomores and-"

"Gumball."

"Sorry, rambling. You need to help me control that, okay? Just do your best to stop me."

"Sure. Goodnight, Gumball."

"Goodnight!"

And soon after that, the two were off to sleep.

So, there you have it! I'm really excited for this story, so if you like it, please review! It would mean the world to me!

Until next time, Darlings!

~Alix