Gumball rolled over, his memory a blur from the night before. Did he really kiss Marshall?

He looked at his surroundings a moment before realizing he wasn't in his bedroom.

He blinked a few times, "Wait... am I in Marshall's room?!"

He sat up in a panic, not remembering what had happened after they left Cake's and... well, what happened in the woods.

Gumball blushed a deep shade of red just thinking about it.

He had been so careless; what if someone had seen them?

On top of that, Marshall was nowhere to be found, and that somehow made him worry all the more. He had to know if they'd slept together. He needed answers.

He trudged down the stairs and found Marshall in the kitchen, mindlessly sucking the red from apples.

"Marshall Lee?" He stated, holding back how far he was reeling.

"Gummie, you're finally up." He smirked, causing Gumball's heart to race. "I was about to wake you; I wasn't sure when you would be needed back in the Candy Kingdom."

He smirked, raking his eyes up and down Gumball's thin frame.

Gumball glared at him, "look, I don't remember anything after the woods... so... I- I need to know, Marshall Lee-"

Marshall stared at him a moment, seeming confused. Gumball glared at him, his face becoming more and more red by the minute.

Marshall gave him a quizzical look, "Gummie, do you really think I'd take advantage of a sleeping prince?"

"Well, I-"

"I simply took your pants off, because you- you know. So I helped you change into something of mine and tucked you in."

Gumball looked down at the shirt and pants he was wearing, just now realizing he was in Marshall's boxers and rock shirt. He blushed again, ashamed that he would think the worst of Marshall in the first place.

"I even slept down here on the couch, I wasn't sure what kind of drunk prince you'd be," Marshall winked.

"Not that I'd mind, but the drinks didn't affect me as strongly as you. I was more or less completely sober. However," He paused, walking closer to Gumball, "I don't think I could've resisted if you begged me like you did last night."

Gumball's eyes widened, "M-Marshall!"

His mouth gaped open, too embarrassed to comment any further.

Marshall continued, unabashed, "Besides, I wasn't sure you were interested in much more. I don't wanna just toy around with you, Gumball. I was serious when I said you had my attention. I wanna be with you; I wanna see where this goes."

Gumball felt like he had too much to process, the analytical part of his brain was picking the situation apart, telling him too many things at once.

But he ignored all that.

"Fine, we'll go on a date - one date. If it goes well, we'll take it a step further. If not, we can always be frenemies," Gumball smirked at him.

"You have yourself a deal, Gummie butt."

Gumball glared at him, "-and no calling me 'Gummie butt'."

"Fine," Marshall smiled.

"-and no drinking."

"I said fine, Gummie."

"Okay, good!" Gumball called, walking back up the stairs to find his clothes.

As if reading Gumball's mind, Marshall called up to him, "Clothes are in the wash, Gummie. If you take a shower, I'll put them by the door."

Gumball smiled, not believing how well Marshall took care of him last night.