Hello y'all this is bringing you my very first fan fiction, Love Finds a Way, this will be a double OCxOC , and GumballxCarrie romance and action fanfict. Before I begin I would like to give a shout-out to my friend ArcLight Fire77 if you haven't already read his ficts I highly suggest them, any way on to the show.

Disclaimer: I don't own TAWOG, Endo and Kira belong to ArcLight Fire77, Alex and Kelly belong to me

It was a beautiful fall day in the city of Elmore. The sun was out, the sky was clear, and there was not a drop of rain to be had for miles. One could not ask for a better day. Alex Silver, bat, drove his car through the streets of this suburban town, he was on the way to his new home for the next two years. You see Alex's parents bought him a house some six months ago to live in while they traveld the world together, Alex being only 16 could not travel with them so they arranged for him to stay in a house across the street from some old fiends of theres, Nicole and Richard Watterson. This all suited Alex just fine, he didn't mind being left alone, just give him food, friends and his knives and he will be a happy bat.

Alex pulled up to his new home. It was a simple house one story, two bedrooms, and one bathroom. Alex parked his car in the driveway, "So here it is" Alex said as he stepped out of his car. "I'm glad mom and dad spent the last six months fixing this place up" he said to himself. Alex reached into his pocket and pulled out his key ring, and opens the door to his new home. "Hmm roomier than I expected it to be" he said to no one in particular as threw down his suitcase on the nearby brown couch. "I should call mom and dad and let the know I got here okay." Alex reached into his other pocket, pulled out his cell phone, and dialed his moms number.

"RING...RING...RING... "Hello? who is this?" Said Alex's mom. "Hey mom its me Alex, just called to let you know I got here okay" Alex responded. "Oh! Hello sweetie, I'm glad to hear you made it okay, have you talked to Mr. or Mrs. Watterson yet?" "No ma'am I literally just walked into the door" Alex said. "OK well talk to them as soon as you get settled in, they are your legal guardians while were away OK?" Alex's mom said "yes ma'am I will, hey where's dad?" " oh you know your father, he's still asleep right now its only 10 o'clock over here" Alex's mom replied. "Oh okay tell him I said hey" " OK sweetie, I have to go, I love you" "I love you to mom" CLICK. "Hmmm sleeping at 10 o'clock, I know dad loves that" Alex said as he put his phone back in his pocket.

Alex headed to what would be his room in this house, it was across from the living room, so it was nearby. Alex walkes into his room, it's nice, it contained a king sized bed, a TV across from the bed, a dresser for keeping his clothes in, and a night stand next to the head of the bed. " This is a sweet room" Alex says praisingly. Alex puts his suitcase on the bed. He opens it up and first puts his clothes up in the dresser, he felt that his AC DC hoodie he's wearing would be good enough to wear over to the wattersons. Next was his toiletries, his toothbrush, deodorant, brush etc. He put these on the nightstand for now. Finally came his most prized possession's, his knives. There were many knives here, his stiletto, his Shirasaya Japanese samurai knife, his bowie knife, and his kabar. But by far his favorite was the last knife in the bag, his butterfly knife. Engraved on the side of this knife were the words that guided Alex's life "acta non verba" lattin for "actions not words" he set his knives down in the night stand and pocketed his butterfly knife.

Alex had always been obsessed with the army, his dad is a retired drill sergeant and special forces member. He taught Alex everything he knew about knives to the point were Alex could hold his own against his dad himself. Alex's dad believe d in tough diciplin and control, but not to the point of controle freak. Alex thought back to the times of him and his dad training with knives, guns, and survival techniques. "Dad, you are one crazy son of a gun" Alex said to himself.

"Alex decided to look around the house so he could get a feel of it. The first room he examined was the living room. It was large when compared to the bedroom, but still proportionat to the house in general, it had a semi-large TV in the center across from a large brown couch. To the right of the living room was the bathroom, it had a mirror and a nice shower/bath combo in the left of the living room is the kitchen Alex when tin and examined the appliances, his parents had obviously not spared any expense, they were all very new model appliances, Alex noticed that the drive and freezer were filled to the brim with food. "I sure wont go hungry" alex though. The last room that Alex looked at was the guest bedroom, it was exactly the same as the master bedroom exempt that it had a twin sized bed. satisfied that he had seen all that he could see, Alex when back to the living room. "Well I think I've looked around in this house long enough for now" Alex said. "I'm should get something to eat I'm starving, I saw some sandwich stuff many I can make that" Alex though out loud. He got up and went to the fridge and pulled out the ingredients and then set to work making the sandwich. When he was done he went over to the couch and plopped down on it, grabbed the remote to the TV, and started flipping through the channels while eating to pass the time. He found a good show about the 300 Spartans at themopolye, and began to watch it while eating his food. Alex always admired the Spartan's courage, he tried to learn more about them at any chance that he could.

"All of the sudden there was a loud CRASH!, outside. Alex's hand instinctively shot down to his butterfly knife. The he heard a woman's voice yell out "GUMBALL TRISTIFER WATTERSON!, GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!" "Well" Alex thought, "guess its time to meet the neighbors"

"Well y'all that's my first chapter, please tell me what you think, I know its slow, but it will pick up I promise. Comments are welcome but again please no flames. Thank you for readIng