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Gumball's POV

Another day, another problem with the banana guards. It barely upsets me anymore; I've come to expect they need my supervision more often than not. My entire morning was filled with sorting through security footage looking for something that no one should have missed. I did my best to not sound condescending towards them, but I had to inform them of their blatant mistake. Sometimes I think I'm the only one in the entire kingdom with any common sense.

Now that I have some free time, I intend to use it to relax a little bit. I've had a busy week and feel as though I've earned some downtime. I removed my princely outfit and put on something a bit more casual. A pair of pink sweatpants and a matching pink shirt with a crown on it. I didn't wear the outfit often, but it was snug and relieved some of my stress. I grabbed a few books and settled into a comfy spot in the royal lounge to read. I would be easily found by anyone who needed me and out of the way of all my workers in the palace. It was the perfect spot for peace, albeit not too far away from the daily hustle and bustle.

I was only a few pages in when Peppermint Maid entered the lounge, calling for me. Of course. I suppose royalty never rests. I politely shut my book and stood up to walk in her direction. She wasn't looking at me, instead focused on an object in her hands. It was a medallion of sorts, and it gave me an eerie vibe. I didn't question her about it though. At this point, I've just accepted that Peppermint Maid has a few secrets that I'm better off not knowing.

You accept a lot of things when ruling a kingdom.

"Miss Fiona is outside requesting an audience with you. Shall I send her away?" She still didn't look up from the medallion, but I could tell she was still giving me most of her attention. I was glad to hear there wasn't some calamity in the kingdom that needed dealing with, but I wasn't expecting to see Fionna here today. It really didn't make a difference; she doesn't listen when I inform her about the rudeness of showing up unannounced.

"No no, send her in." I respond in my princely voice. I have a different dialect when giving orders than I do when talking to my people as friends. I feel as though it separates work from leisure and allows me to be a friendly but commanding ruler. Anything to keep my people happy. Peppermint Maid finally looked up from her medallion and gave me a confused look.

"You don't appear to be ready for company." She eyed my outfit and the stack of books on the end table. Did she really think Fionna cared if I was dressed formal or not? I wondered if she had ever had any interaction with Fionna at all. I don't know a lot about her… but I trust her nevertheless.

"Fionna won't mind my casual wear. Send her in."

"Yes sir." She turned to leave the room and then stopped, looking down at the object in her hand once more. She seemed to contemplate for a moment before turning back to me. "You're going to lie." It was a statement. There was no hint of uncertainty in her voice. She gave me a look that almost looked like pity before continuing out of the lounge. I tried to not to think about what she meant. If it had something to do with that thing in her hand, I don't want to be involved.

Fionna entered the lounge quickly after. She was alone which was unusual. Cake was almost always attached to her side. "Hey Gumball! Nice shirt." She greeted me and flopped onto one of the couches. I took a seat next to her and stretched out my shirt for her to see. "You like it? This is my relaxation outfit for when I need to chill." I tried to use the word chill to the best of my ability. Fionna often used it and I believe I grasped the concept. She laughed openly at my response, and I hoped that was a good thing.

"Well, if you wanna take a break from your chilling, you should come with us to Wig Island! I know the name sounds weird but Cake says it's totally cool and we can fight Wigoblins and hunt for the Golden Wig of Shalissa! It sounds like a bunch of garbage Cake just made up on the spot, but either way it should be an adventure." I could tell Fionna may have felt silly after saying all that out loud to me, but I knew how much she craved adventure. Perhaps instead of a day of rest, I could have a day of fun. However, I wouldn't want to go anywhere too dangerous. I wouldn't want to be a liability if they were fighting goblins and what not.

"Hmmm. I've never heard of this "Wig Island". How far away is it?" I stood up and began to pace the room, contemplating the pros and cons of joining Fionna on her adventure. She only shrugged in response to my question and began to paw through my collection of books. "I hope it has a lot of shade though. I don't think Marshall wants to wear his hat the whole time." I almost stopped my pacing at the mention of that name. I quickly kept pace, for I did not want Fionna to see my obvious reaction. I was sure she knew we didn't get along perfectly, but I didn't want her to see how much it affected me.

Since she seemed preoccupied with my books, I ventured closer to a window overlooking the front courtyard of the castle. I easily spotted Cake and Marshall, who was indeed wearing a large hat and gloves to protect him from the sun. Although the long gloves covered most of his arms, he still wore a tank top that revealed his strong shoulders, and I could still make out his wicked smile from underneath that hat. Maybe this would be a good chance to eliminate some of the hostility between us.

These thoughts were immediately obliterated when he spoke. "Ugh, what's taking Fionna and that fancy pants so long. She must have caught him during his manicure hour. He's girlier than she is." The vampire crossed his arms and floated idly as he spoke, shooting flaming arrows into my heart. His tone was so negative and mocking. How dare he. He should be filled with jealousy. I may be delicate but at least I'm not a monster. My decision was clear.

"My apologies Fionna, but I'm far too busy today to join you. Perhaps another time." Not an ounce of regret in my voice. I didn't have the energy to fake it. I would have just told Fionna the truth, but I worried she may argue with me and defend him. What did she in him? What did I see in him? I almost verbally scoffed at myself for asking that question. I returned my attention to Fionna who looked a little disappointed.

"Really? But I thought you were just relaxing." She had a point, but I didn't care. I'm sure there was something around here that needed to be done. She would have tons of fun regardless if I was there or not. I wasn't doing anything wrong. It was best for my well being to not associate with such filth. I quickly walked over and scooped up my stack of books, trying to seem like I was already behind on something and in a rush.

"Royalty never rests Fionna. But have a good time for me." I smiled at her before dashing off down the hall, not wanting her to protest more. It appears she had already given up, as she shouted "We will! Bye!" down the hall after me. I heard her leave the lounge and I slowed my stride and headed towards my study. I'm sure there were some documents I needed to look over. Anything to take my mind off of that horrid Vampire. Who does he think he is…

And why does my heart yearn for him?


Marshall Lee's POV

Fionna finally emerged from the candy castle after what felt like ages. And believe me, I know what ages feels like. She looked a little down as she approached me and Cake and I noticed she was alone. Great, he's probably trying to decide what outfit to wear. When she finally reached us, Cake asked her what was wrong and she let out an over dramatic sigh before answering.

"Gumball said he's too busy today to come with us, but he was obviously lying. He doesn't usually lie, so I figured he must have had a good reason. But it really didn't look like he was busy doing anything. He was wearing sweatpants." Cake seemed really surprised at that last part, and suddenly they were discussing the clothes of the prince like it was the hottest topic around. Chicks.

Well I have a pretty good idea of why he lied to Fionna. At the first mention of my name, he was probably desperate to stay as far away as possible. Apparently his royal highness can't stand me. I don't know why. I've never done anything to him. Every time he see's me he gets this look on his face like he's just seen something so horrible that it's just too much for him to bear. He treats me like I'm a fucking plague. For NO reason. Like, at all. What am I supposed to do?

I mean, not that I care. He really doesn't matter to me. He's just some big headed prince who's too pink and fluffy to handle anything outside his precious candy kingdom. But he's nice to Fionna. She's not pink or fluffy. She's pretty hardcore. Why am I any different? What's wrong with me that he can't accept? I was kinda hoping he would come with us today so I could….I don't know...squash the drama or whatever. I mean I don't care what he thinks. I just wish he'd give me a chance. Maybe he'd find me really funny and he'd like my music and we could hang out together without Fionna and… OH THIS STUPID CANDY KINGDOM IS MAKING ME INSANE!

"Hello! You coming Marshall?" Fionna voice broke my train of thought, and I noticed her and Cake had already started heading away from the Candy Kingdom. Finally. I took one last look at the castle before following them. I just don't understand what I'm doing wrong. It's not hard for me to get noticed by girls and guys, and it usually isn't hard to get them to like me. But the first time I've ever seen someone who takes my nonexistent breath away…

He wants nothing to do with me.


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