Gumball and Carrie walked together in silence, Gumball with a content smile and Carrie displaying her very rare and simple smile. It was a nice silence, like simply being with the other made everything that much better, words weren't needed. Gumball remembered his failed dates with Penny, always wondering how he messed up, what he did wrong, wondering why he wasn't perfect. It was his mother who taught him after one night of heart break, there is a difference between idolization and loving someone.
"Gumball?" Carrie spoke up and he casually turned to her as they walked. "Why the fuck are we going to the park?"
"I have no idea," Gumball shrugged. "Wanna see a movie?"
"God yes," Carrie admitted and they picked up their speed to reach the theater. She noticed Gumball was pulling ahead of her and sped up to be in front. To which Gumball took notice and picked up until he was in front of her. This continued until both were full on running to the theater, However due to the fact Carrie has no lungs, she finished first as Gumball caught his breath. Carrie stood with a victorious grin on her face as Gumball arrived. "I forgot Darwin was the runner in the family." She gloated. Gumball raised a figure to reply, but ultimately face planted on the ground, which in turn cause Carrie to giggle. She helped him up and he dusted himself off heading for the ticketing booth.
"Oh look, Larry sells tickets… I'm shocked." Gumball sarcastically remarked.
"It's his, part time, part time… part time part time, job." Carrie agreed. They approached the ticket booth and Larry seemed to flinch at the site of Gumball, this was met with odd expressions from both customers.
"Please don't do anything to get me fired!" Larry called still hiding his face and closing his eyes. Gumball grew a devious grin.
"I won't," He said confidently and Larry let his guard down. "As long as you pay for my ticket, popcorn and soda this time." Carrie and Gumball shared a high five without looking away from Larry.
"Fine, it's all on me, okay? Now just go inside and don't do anything stupid or thoughtless, now what movie did you want to see?" Larry asked. Gumball and Carrie intently stared at the current movies, on one side, there was a poster of some kind of romantic comedy. The other displayed a zombie devouring a woman's face.
"Tough call… Tough call…" Gumball mused stroking a nonexistent beard.
"Seriously?" Carrie asked.
"Of course not, two for the zombie thing"
"Kids, that movie is rated R, I can't just…" Larry tried to explain until Gumball cut him off.
"Let us in or I will file a sexual harassment file." Gumball declared and received a baffled look from Carrie. "Just role with it." He said from the corner of his mouth and Carrie shrugged.
"Fine, but if anybody asks, you're eighteen." Larry grumbled and printed the tickets. "Thank you come again." He added with faked enthusiasm. With a confident step, he opened the door for Carrie.
"My lady" He humorously said. Carrie rolled her eyes and used the door next to the one he opened. "You cheated." He said deflated.
"I never cheat, I just change the rules so it's funner."
"More fun," Gumball correct.
"Uh, I believe it's pronounced, fuck you." They shared another laugh and made their way the concessions stand, that oddly enough was also worked by Larry. Gumball gained a curious expression and opened his mouth to say something, but just let it go.
"Here are your free concessions, and by free I mean I paid for them, just, please don't get me fired, I need this fifth job."
"Okay Larry, jeeze, hey, where is everybody? This is a very quiet movie theatre…" Gumball said noticing the lack of people.
"It's ten in the morning, who the hell sees a movie at ten in the morning!" Larry snapped before realizing what he said and recomposing himself. "Sorry…"
"Awesome people," Carrie answered.
"Damn right," Gumball cheered and walked towards the theater that currently projected their movie. As they reached the door, Carrie stopped.
"Hey, what's up?" Gumball asked more caringly than his previous tone.
"I can't eat the popcorn…" She muttered.
"We could use Larry." Gumball suggested.
"Nah, he already is having a bad day…"
"I always have a room to rent for ghosts." He tried again.
"But I want to spend time with you, not inside you."
"Don't make promises you can't keep." Gumball mused trying to appear more macho than he was which caused Carrie to slightly brighten her mood. "What if… Well, your feeding frenzies don't take long to consume food right?"
"Not in small quantities…" Carrie embarrassedly said.
"Fantastic, you can pop right in, eat your bucket of popcorn and pop right out, easy peasy." Gumball smiled.
"You're sure?"
"You're my best friend Carrie, I trust you."
"Alright…" Carrie flew into Gumball's body and he felt his mind go blank.
Consciousness slowly returned to Gumball as he moved his hand across the warm sheets and… Warm sheets? He thought, he rolled onto his back and felt a plastic bag of some kind underneath him. Gumball shot up and opened his eyes, he didn't recognize the room, but there were junk food wrappers everywhere, and he felt like he put slightly more weight on than last time he was awake. He surveyed the room to a see a very depressed and ashamed Carrie with her face planted into her hand. "Carrie…?" Gumball groggily said. Carrie looked up from where she was sitting and quickly moved to Gumball's side. "What happened? Was the movie any good?"
"Gumball I'm so sorry… I had my popcorn and soda, but I was still hungry and then I had yours and then Larry delivered a new shipment of candy and I…" Carrie was talking a mile a minute until Gumball placed his finger on her lips.
"It's okay." He said with a smile exposing all his teeth. "Did Larry get fired?"
"No, thank god, but he was very upset at me… you… me in your body."
"Where am I?" Gumball asked looking around.
"My room… I know it's hard picture at the moment, but if you don't pay any mind to the stacks of chocolate wrappers, it kinda looks like that." Carrie said rubbing her arm awkwardly.
"Ah, I can see it now." He mused with a wave of his hand.
"I'm so sorry…" Carrie said again.
"It's cool… Why can't I move this leg?" Gumball said looking at his feet only to find a cast around one foot. "Ah!" He screamed.
"I kinda… Broke your leg…" Carrie said lowly again. She looked like she was at the point of tears. "God I suck at dates…" That caused Gumball to give a slight chuckle.
"Yeah, me too, truth be told, Darwin was the one who set me up on this…" And Carrie looked up with an intense amount of shock.
"Cierra was the one who… Set me up…" She said. "So… You didn't want to go on a date?" Carrie uneasily guessed.
"I… I actually really did, but I was mortified that, you still had a thing for Darwin…" Gumball confessed, red painting his cheeks.
"Darwin… The fish who kissed me at my Halloween party only to call me an emo freak the next day? Do know another Darwin?" Carrie playfully said.
"… Well, when you say it like that… Wait, did you want to go on the date?" It was Carrie's turn to deeply blush, Gumball had only seen her do that once in his life, or maybe he just didn't pay attention very well.
"Honestly, I did, but didn't expect much to happen, we hang out all the time, why would a date be any different… Of course, causing someone to gain twenty pounds and breaking their leg isn't my best foot forward…"
"I had fun." Gumball cheerily said from her bed.
"Oh, no you didn't that's just the morphine I gave you talking,"
"You have morphine, and some way to get a cast on my foot? Why do you have all these medical supplies?"
"Reasons…" Carrie awkwardly stoked the back of her neck and Gumball gave a disgruntled look. "I wanna be a doctor… And my mom let's me practice with this stuff since I don't ask for anything else..." She said lowly.
"Aw, Carrie that's fantastic."
"Morphine," She said again. "I'm going to get you something to drink, stay right there,"
"Yes… Because I'm very mobile right now," He joked moving his casted leg.
"How can you be so damned happy about this?!" Carrie snapped harsher than Gumball expected. "Don't you understand, I'm a bad friend and a horrible person, I've ruined your day, if not your month it seems every time we do anything together I fuck up your life and you still hang out with me for some unknown reason, Gumball, why the hell are we friends? A cat and a ghost? That doesn't even make any sense, I can't I be good for you." Carrie cursed out, if she'd been alive, she'd be panting with how fast she said all of it. She didn't look up until she felt the touch of another on her shoulder, she looked up to find that Gumball had waddled his way to her. He helped her to her feet and held her hand in his.
"I don't care Carrie, so maybe on paper we don't make sense, maybe we do stupid shit together and one of us gets hurt and by that I mean me. So neither of us is exactly perfect, but I love being with you, I love talking to you, I love that little smile you get every time something painful happens to Rachel, or when you just scare the crap out of Darwin. I don't hate you for your faults; in fact, they're my favorite parts about you." Gumball very thoughtfully and caringly said. Carrie was awestruck by him and was simply lost in the moment with him, until she did the only thing that came to mind. She grabbed him by his shirt collar and closed the distance between their lips in a kiss that made Gumball essentially melt into her.
When they broke apart, there was silence once again, the silence only two of the best of friends could really share. "So, what happens now?" Carrie asked.
"Well… Wanna schedule another date?" Gumball offered.
"That'd be awesome." Carried nodded still holding him close.
"But… First could you help me back into your bed? This is really painful…" Gumball said referring to his leg. Carrie's eyes widened when she remembered his injury and rushed him back to her bed.
