Chapter 3

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QUICK AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok, 2 things. 1) Thank you all for faving/following this story, I was honestly scared to write it, I guess I'm better at writing yaoi fanfics :P Thanks for all the awesome reviews too, just know that all of you who reviewed, I love you guys! Ok, 2) I love to write from Gumballs POV, but I'm gonna alternate them all ok? Im also going to try and update every single day, don't get mad if I don't though. Till next time guys :P

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GUMBALL

It's been three days since I've spoken to or seen Marshall, and Marceline is still in the hospital. The doctors still had no idea what was wrong with her, she'd been coming in and out of consciousness for the whole three days. I've checked in on her from time to time, and asked the doctors on her progress. Sadly, it was going nowhere, they said that she wouldn't die, just that she would be like this for a while. I was in my room, taking a break from all the princely duties, reading a book about Vampires, if the doctors couldn't find out what was wrong with her, I would.

"For example, a vampire can lose nutrition if they have starved themselves for a continuous amount of time, they can easily slip into a coma and eventually die. There is no remedy except to force them to suck the red out of something."

I looked up at the clock and rubbed my eyes. Has she not sucked the red out of anything?

I continued to read the book, and started looking in the index for alcohol. I found another page and turned to it.

"If a vampire heavily drinks alcoholic beverages during the time of malnutrition then they can easily slip into a coma, or in extreme cases, if they had mixed any other substance with it, death."

I snapped out of my book and saw Marshall tapping on my window. He looked terrible, and I walked over to the door and let him in.

"Gumball, thank glob, I was starting to think you were ignoring me."

"I am," I said angrily, "Unfortunately I need you for something."

"Anything!" He said

"I need to get Marceline to suck all the red out of anything you can find that's red." I explained, "She'll need it or she'll die. I could barely make out what sounded like a tiny sob, I looked over Marshall's shoulder and found that he had brought Bonnibel with him. I scowled and felt a large pang of jealousy hit me.

Of course he's with her! They were having globbing sex on your kitchen floor. I thought to myself angrily, I guess I can't be mad, I don't even know what I feel for him.

I guess I seemed distracted for a while because Marshall snapped his fingers in front of my face and I snapped back to attention. I glared at him and began walking towards the door. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to him.

"I'm sorry Gumball." He said, and I was confused for a second.

"About the fact that you almost globbed her or for something else?" I asked, and he nodded his head.

"For both." He said, and smashed his lips against mine, and I was so surprised, I was so sure that he liked Bonnibel. For a second I stood there and did nothing, my mind wandering to Marshall and my unsure feelings for him, but I snapped out of it and pushed him away.

"Sorry just won't fix it, Marshall." I said, and a look of hurt crossed his face again. Whatever it is I added cynically in my head,

"Gumball, please," He whispered desperately, shaking my head, I turned on my heel and walked out the door to go find red things that could heal Marceline.

After hours of looking I finally found some dark red strawberries and rushed over to the hospital. Surprise, Marshall was there already, an assortment of red in his hands, standing next to him was no other than Bonnibel, who was holding some blood-red apples. We looked at each other and then walked into the hospital room. I had the doctor open her mouth and then close it over a strawberry, making sure her teeth sunk into it, I could feel the tension in the room, we were all counting on Marceline waking up. After a couple of anxiety-saturated seconds, we saw the strawberry lose its natural color, turning to a stark white as the color bleached out of it.

A couple of strawberries later, she was waking up, her pale face was gaining some of its regular coloring back again, and her eyes fluttered open. She rubbed her eyes and looked around, and finally her eyes came to a rest on me.

"Man, you're such a nerd Gumball." She said to me, her voice rough and tired, "But I knew you'd be the only one to figure it out." She looked at Marshall and Bonnibel, and for the first time in a couple hours we'd been searching, Bonnibel came forward and spoke.

"Marce, I'm so sorry." Bonnibel said, her eyes tearing up, "I tried to fun after you, but you flew way too fast."

"Bonnibel," Marceline said, voice hoarse, and she started to sit up, "you talk way too much." And with that, Marceline and Bonnibel shared a passionate kiss, I had to look away, and so did Marshall. After they had finished, Marceline asked us to leave, so that she and Bonnibel could talk privately while she finished the strawberries.

"Well," Marshall said, when we finally got back upstairs, "That was… interesting." I plopped down onto my fluffy pink bed, already exhausted. An awkward silence passed between us before he spoke again.

"Listen Gumball, I… what I did… I'm sorry about it."

"You don't need to apologize," I said quickly, What am I doing?! "It's ok."

"Really?" He asked, and I nodded, "So you wouldn't mind if I tried again?"

Good job Bubba, I thought angrily to myself, Now what are you gonna do? Say yes? The more I thought about the possibility of saying yes and where it would take us. Would it change our views of each other? Would it lead to something more? My mind went all over the place, and I hadn't noticed that I had stood up and was walking towards him.

"No, I wouldn't mind." I said WHAT?! WHAT AM I DOING?! THIS ISN'T RIGHT! Marshall blushed slightly before cupping my cheek, and then he brought his lips down to mine in a kiss so sweet my head swam. The kiss deepened as he slid his tongue into my mouth, and it danced a bit with mine, his hands trailed from my face all up to my hair, where he knotted his fingers so they were stuck. The whole time my head was screaming and my heart was pounding. I laced my hands together behind his neck, pulling him even closer, inhaling his scent, letting the full effect that Marshall Lee had on me. We pulled away for only a second.

"Gumball," He panted, "What are you thinking?" Before I could answer he kissed me again, and this time I was more than happy to oblige.