Chapter 2

GUMBALL

Seeing Marshall earlier was weird because I kept on saying things and blushing when I wasn't supposed to. I think I'm coming down with some sort of fever, I'm never that out of control. Ever. But the fact that he kept coming close to me and making my heart race and my head swim pretty globbing scary. Usually I can brush off his perverted comments, but today they got to me, this fever is probably weakening my defenses.

My mind wandered to a zillion different places, and one thought came out of some dark recess of my mind, Do I love him? And another thought came battling that one, No, no of course I don't.I don't really think that even if I did that he would feel the same way, always flirting with Bonnibel and Fionna, it's clear that he's straight as a line, but today he made it seem different. I'm pretty sure he was blushing when he was hanging upside down. But I can't afford to think about him right now, I have a whole list of things I have to attend to. Will I ever get a break from this? Yes, I am a prince, but that doesn't mean I can't have a little time for myself.

After crossing the seventh thing off my seemingly never-ending list of stuff to do today, I was walking toward my kitchen, ready to prepare some cupcakes. When I got to the kitchen, I stopped at the window in the door, looking through it, there was no one there. So when I opened the large door, I was surprised to hear noises. Moans came from the opposite side I was standing on. I walked quietly over to the other side of the kitchen, seeing cupcakes thrown about and I was surprised when I saw that Marshall and Bonnibel were in the middle of something quite… unsavory.

Marshall was stripped down to his pants, which Bonnibel's hands began to unbutton and unzip, Bonnibel was in nothing except for her shift underneath her ornate pink dress. Her dress and Marshall's shirt lay strewn on the floor, which were soon joined by Marshall's pants. He began to unbutton Bonnibel's shift, their hands running all over each other's bodies, as if they couldn't get enough of each other. Behind me, Marceline had been standing there the whole time, tears running down her face, and Marceline began to sob, loud sorrow-filled sobs which made Marshall and Bonnibel break apart and gasp collectively. I stood up and so did Marceline, both were staring at us, eyes filled with regret.

"So this is what you call 'baking' Bonnie?" Marceline asked her best friend, "If it is, I'd like to see what you do for chemistry." She spat. Bonnibel looked down in shame, scrambling to button up her shift and put her dress back on. I couldn't say anything, I just stood there, shocked at the fact that they were doing this in my kitchen, also steaming about the fact that all the cupcakes were on the floor. You don't treat cupcakes like that, it's just unacceptable. Marshall had dressed fully, and was looking at me apologetically, pleading with his eyes. There was no way in glob was I about to forgive him.

"Please, Marce, don't say that." Bonnibel said, fully dressed and reaching for Marceline, who backed away and hissed at her.

"Sorry, that's not going to cut it." She said, and before I knew what was going on, Marceline had grabbed me by the arm and had flown us out of there, Bonnibel and Marshall's voice echoing behind us. After what felt like forever , we had landed in a place not familiar to me.

"This is my house-cave" Marceline explained, wiping tears from her eyes, "Vampires, we aren't supposed to cry, you know. But I can't help it." And she broke down in sobs, knees sinking to the floor, "I love her, she just doesn't see that, and I'm too scared to tell her because I'm afraid of rejection."

"I may not know what that's like, but listen Marce," I said to her, sinking to the floor with her, holding her while she cried, "I'll always be here for you to talk to, only if you need me, that is." I added quickly. She sniffled and looked up at me.

"Really?" She asked, and I looked down at her.

"Really."

"But its hopeless, right? Loving someone you know can never love you back?" She asked, "I mean, what's the point if all it ends in is heartache and tears?"

"That is the whole point though," I said to her, "Having the person not love you back is the price you pay for loving someone."

"Will you stay tonight?" She asked me and I looked down to her, shocked, "I don't wanna grieve alone."

"Sure, Marce, I'll stay." I said, glad because I didn't want to grieve alone either.

The sun had gone down, and we had had a few drinks, and were playing a truth or double truth game, I hate dares.

"Ok, Ok," Marceline said giggling hysterically, "My turn."

"Ok," I said taking a swig of whatever she had given me, "Truth or Double Truth?"

"Truth"

"What is the most embarrassing thing you know about anyone?"

"Hehe. That would be the time that I was at Finn's house, and he was changing, Jake had shrunk down a little bit too small and lost his balance on the mirror and went straight into Finn's underwear!" She said laughing, "Finn kept hitting himself trying to get Jake to come out. When he did, Finn hit a little too hard and fell down clutching himself."

I laughed hysterically, clutching my stomach as I did.

"Truth or Double Truth?"

"I've done truth a couple times now, so I'll do double truth." I said, my words slurring a bit.

"Do you sleepwalk?" She asked, and I shook my head. "Globdammit. What is the most embarrassing thing you know about the Flame Prince?"

"He moans about Fionna in his sleep."

"SERIOUSLY?!" She asked and started to roar laughter, and I joined in with her

"Yeah, he moans 'Fionna, Fionna,' he makes it sound like they're doing something in his dreams."

"So even in his dreams, hot head is a pervert" She said giggling.

"Truth or Doub—" I said and was cut off by the sound of Marshall screaming that he had found us, and he floated into the cave.

"How could you not invite us to the party?" Marshall said feigning offense and clutching his chest dramatically. Bonnibel had walked in right behind him, with her head down.

"B-because" Marceline hiccupped, standing tipsily, "You, Marshall Lee, are a party… pooper." She walked toward him, her walk unbalanced, and she tipped to one side, I quickly tried to catch her, but I ended up tripping and falling on top of her. We looked at each other and fell into a fit of drunken giggles.

"Well, they're wasted." Marshall said, trying to pick me up off the floor while Bonnibel tried to pick Marceline up. Marceline shook her off and stood up on her own, sure it was shaky, but it was her last stab of defiance before she collapsed.

"Marce?" I whispered, shaking of Marshall, who made a sound of protest. I glared at him, and walked shakily over to where she lay on the floor.

"Marce?" I said again, there was no reply. I leaned down and checked to see if she was breathing. She had drunk less than I had, and I thought I saw her pop a few pills. It was shallow, too shallow, and you could see her getting paler than she already was.

"We need to get back to the Palace" I said to Marshall "She needs to be taken care of."

"She'll be fine Gumball, but I'm more concerned about you." He said, and I glared at him.

"There's nothing to be concerned about, OK? You don't have to worry about me." I said, my voice rising, and Marshall drew back, a look of hurt on his face. I felt a twinge of guilt only for a second until I turned around and picked Marceline up off the floor.

I walked toward the mouth of the cave, and before I walked out into the newly-falling rain, I turned around.

"Oh, and next time you wanna have sex with Bonnibel," They both looked up at me, and Marshall clenched his fists, "Don't do it in my kitchen." And I turned on my heel and ran through the rain toward the distant lights of my Palace.