I stared at the cieling for what seemed like hours, mind drawing a blank. I couldn't think of anything to say at all. Exhaling loudly, I sat up on my bed and shook my head. I hadn't left my house in a week since Gumball broke up with me. I couldn't face running into him when I wasn't ready. I wasn't even sure if he would even want to see me after that. I stared at my toes in defeat. I didn't know what to do. My heart was slowly breaking in two, and there was nothing I could do about it.

Well...there was one thing, but I don't even know it would work at this point. Oh I was driving myself insane with all this nonsese!

Sighing, I forced myself to get up off the bed and take a shower. Maybe the water would help me think. I stripped off all my clothes and jumped in, not bothering to even turn the heat up so I was taking an ice-cold shower. It was fine though. I deserved it for being such a stupid jerk.

I rinsed the soapy shampoo from my hair and looked up, my eyes closed. I could see the scene playing out in my mind perfectly; I find my way over to the palace, sneak into Gumball's room through his window. He comes into the room and finds me lingering by the window and frowns, wondering why I was there. I open my mouth to say something, but the sight of him all dressed up causes me to freeze. No words come to mind. He asks me why I'm there, and then proceeds to tell me he has a date that he needs to get ready for; he doesn't want to be late. I force a smile as my heart breaks completely. I tell him it's nothing and to have fun, then I float through the window knowing I'd lost my chance to ever be with him again.

I opened my eyes, feeling tears forming despite the cold water raining down on me from the shower-head. Of course that's what would happen if I went there. I rubbed the budding tears from my eyes before they spilled over. That scenerio had played through my head so many times this past week, but with slight variations. Worst-case scenerio at its best. I turned off the water and watched the droplets fall from my dark hair for a while before I got out of the tub to dry off.

I rubbed the towel over my thin grey body, then tied the towel around my waist and gazed at my reflection in the mirror. I looked tired. If I wasn't already dead I would worry about my lack of sleep, but it still bothered me that I couldn't sleep. Out of frustration I punched the mirror, cracking it and leaving a red line across my knuckles. I didn't bother to do do anything about it. It would heal on its own soon.

I walked over to my closet and pulled out a pair of boxers, dark skinny jeans, and random black t-shirt and threw them on without really caring how it looked. I ran my brush through my hair and flipped my bangs to the side, then slipped on a pair of combat boots. I was ready to stop moping around my house and actually go do something. I was going to tell Gumball I love him, even it was too late.

I grabbed the necklace he made and fastened it around my neck. Despite how flashy it seemed at first, it looked really subtle against my dark clothes. I smiled, tucking the necklace under my shirt to keep it safe. Me heart thumped at the thought of what I was about to do, and I turned at looked at the mirror on the back of my closet door. I still looked dead tired...haha dead...but not awful.

"Okay Marshall. You can do this. All you have to say is I lo..." I paused, terrified to go on. Why couldn't I do this? "I lo..lo..." I sighed. If I couldn't say this to my own reflection, how was I going to say it to Gumball? I shook my head to clear my thoughts. No. I was going to do when the time came. I took one last look in the mirror and tried to look as confident as I could, then raced out the door.

I floated as fast as I could to the palace in the Candy Kingdom, not wanting to think about what I was going to do. It was better not to think about it and freak myself out. When I got there I slipped in through the window, and just as I imagined it the room was empty. I leaned on the widow sill and looked around the room. It was very pink. A large pink bed sat to my right, complete with a draping canapy. The carpet was just a shade lighter, and very fuzzy. Stuffed animals of varying pastel colors were strewn about, and if I didn't know any better I would think this was a little girl's room, not an eighteen-year-old prince's. I looked at the bed, neatly made and pillows fluffed, and a bat stuffed animal sitting in stark contrast to all the pink.

I managed a smile at the sight of my present. It was early on in our relationship and I didn't know what he liked, so I just got him that out of frustration, and he didn't seem thrilled at first, but looking at that black stuffed animal on the bed made me realize that he did care. I knew that the whole time I guess; I just didn't think about it until now.

"Marshall?" A voice turned my attention to the door. "What are you doing here?" He was wearing that t-shirt I gave him before we started dating. It was a little big on him, so it looked almost as if he wasn't wearing any pants, but when he stepped forward I could tell he was in his boxers. My heart skipped a beat the sight of him, slightly relieved that my worst case scenerio was not playing out right now.

"Um...well I...I just wanted to...um..." I stumbled to find the words. Oh man this was not going well at all. Gumball walked up to me, looking into my eyes.

"I'm sorry Marshall. I should have told you, or made more of an effort to be on time." He said, averting his gaze and shifting from one foot to another. "And I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it." Tears were forming at the corners of his eyes. "I love you. I don't want to break up."

I froze, not expecting him to apologize. "It's okay...I mean, well it's true. I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have yelled at you."

He shook his head. "No. It's my fault. You don't have to be sorry."

"No, it's mine. I was wrong to blow up like that."

"No, Marshall. It's my fault."

"No. I'm to blame."

We looked each other in the eyes and laughed, Gumball throwing his arms aound me. I shut my eyes and hugged him back, loving the way his warm, pink body felt against my skin.

"I love you," I mumbled into his bubblegum hair.

He broke the hug, holding me arm's length and looking up at me. "What did you just say?"

I pulled his face close and looked him right in the eyes, all nervousess gone. "I said, I love you Prince Bubba Gumball of Oo." Wow, that was so easy to say. Too easy in fact. How could I not say it before. "I love you and nothing anybody does will ever change that."

"Oh Marshall," was all he said in response before slamming his lips against mine.

I kissed back, sealing our relationship with each other through a toungue dance. My heart pouded in my ears as we broke the kiss and I hugged him tight.

"I'll be yours forever, and I mean forever," I said, kissing his forehead.

"And I will be yours," he replied with a smile, and then buried his head in my chest, and I could actually feel the happiness radiating off of him.

It felt amazing.

A/N: Blegh so much fluff. lol, next chapter is the last one! Be ready for a nice little suprise. ;)