Fell For Her Song

Chapter 6: Victory? I Think Yes

"Hey! You know who I am! Let me in! Gumball!" Fionna fought against the Banana Guards at the entrance of the Candy Kingdom Palace.

"Guards! Stop!" She heard Gumball's voice call from behind the guards. Immediately, they stopped what they were doing and returned to their original guarding positions in front of the two pink pillars that stood before the Candy Castle's gate. "I'm sorry Fionna, but I don't want anyone bothering my guests today. One of my sister's friends have not come back from a... a walk around the kingdom yet," Gumball explained to Fionna as he stayed behind the dark pink painted gate. The adventuress furrowed her eyebrows and put her hands on her hips.

"Don't lie to me!" Fionna cried, waving a finger in his face, "Marceline, ran away! She didn't 'take a walk around the kingdom', but that's why I'm here. Marceline told me that she's not interested in being close to you, whatsoever!"

"She did? Where is she?" Gumball wouldn't listen to a word Fionna said. He was so determined to at least know why not. And he wanted Marceline to tell him herself.

"I don't think I'm supposed to tell you, Gumball..." Fionna twisted her fingers together and rubbed her right foot on the ground.

"Did she say not to?" Gumball asked.

"Well... no..."

"Then please! Tell me her location!" Gumball bust open the gates and took Fionna's shoulders and shook her sharply, but he shook her a little too long.

"Hey!" Cake was horrified and whacked Gumball across his pink head with a giant paw. "What's wrong with ch'you! Hurting Fi, like that..." Cake grew so she was Fi's size and put a furry arm around her shoulders, comfortingly, but Fionna flinched away from Cake's touch.

"Stop. Cake I'm fine, really. He's just dumb. Let's go back to the tree house..." Fionna said. She didn't look him in the eyes and turned around slowly. She hopped onto cake that grew into a giant cat and they hurried away into the direction of their tree house.

Gumball pursed her lips in denial and put his hands behind his back formally. He spun around and marched back inside his palace, refusing to think that he did what he just did. Without even apologizing...

A few hours later, Gumball started pacing around in his giant bedroom. Gumball sighed. He never had had such a strong feeling for someone and didn't know what to do. He walked over to his dresser and looked at himself in the mirror. Then, he saw a small piece of black fur right next to the mirror. He widened his eyes and held his breath. He squatted closer to it and examined it. He got back up and released his breath, almost hyperventilating at the thought that this may be Marceline's bat fur. Was she in his room recently? He looked around his room even more. There were fingerprints on the dusty window panes. Skinny prints... He looked around his bed. There was a single, long, black hair between two pillows. He touched none of it. This was evidence. Marceline may have been in his room, in his bed even! He remembered his dream. Was it a dream? He didn't know. But he was going to find out. No dream can have felt that realistic! It would be a crime!

He dashed into his closet and pulled on his lab coat, some specimen boxes, and tweezers. He put on some rubber gloves and put the fur and hair in separate containers. Then he copied the fingerprints on the window pane and dashed to his lab to see the DNA results.

Gumball came back into his room, astonished, an hour later. By now it was dinner time and his servants had taken personal orders from the guests. The results were clearly stating that this hair was almost identical to Marshall Lee's and stated the fact that Marceline had indeed come into his room during that night. And they had kissed. His heart jumped every time he said that in his mind. He was smiling, he felt weightless!

He didn't know what to do now.

Would he tell her? Would he just make her feel completely mortified and tell her that he knows? No. That would be horrible! But when they kissed she said that she actually liked it! He was confused. He looked out the window that had Marceline's fingerprints on it. He felt his stomach doing back flips as he saw a dark figure with an umbrella float towards the castle in the setting sunlight. Marshall Lee was already here and hadn't left, it must be Marceline! She's joining me for dinner! Gumball jumped up and away from the window and sprinted down to the kitchen, ordering his chefs to go out and ask Marceline what she would like for dinner. They all hurried after each other, scared of the suddenly loud Gumball, hurrying to get to Marceline who had just entered the palace.

Marceline widened her eyes as she saw a mini herd of tiny little cake's wearing chef hats running towards her. They suddenly all stopped together and the one in the front asked what she'd want for dinner.

"Um... I don't want anything..."

"No, please! Let us make something for you!" The little chefs were sweating. Scared that if they returned with nothing to make, Gumball would be angry with them; even though they had never seen him angry...

"Oh... then I guess. I'll have something red? Anything sweet red! Blood red! Yes..." Marceline was also beginning to scare the chefs as she started smirking at them. Her tongue slithered out of her mouth and she started hissing and laughing maniacally as they all scurried away, screaming.

Marceline shook her head while she went upstairs, smiling. She had finally gotten her feelings out through her songs she'd written back at Marshall Lee's house. Marceline floated up the stairs towards her guest bedroom. She listened outside of her and PB's guest room and heard Marshall Lee's voice on the other side of the door. Marceline smiled deviously and she burst through the door, scaring PB right off of her bed.

"Marceline! How dare you! Knock before you enter!" Bubblegum continued to claw herself back up onto her bed from the ground Marceline stood there floating and laughing at them. Suddenly, Marceline's head was tackled by a towel thrown at her head by Marshall Lee. She ripped the towel off of her head and glared at Marshall. She was about to pounce at him when she was interrupted by Gumball's familiar voice. She froze in place and refused to turn around.

"Marceline?" Gumball asked cautiously. He cringed away from her when he saw Marceline's hands ball into fists and began to shake the slightest bit, but he continued to push her buttons and speak. "Well, I know you don't want to talk to me. Fionna told me. I just want to know... what do you want specifically for dinner?" Gumball smiled broadly when Marceline's fists loosened and she turned around.

"Oh, um, I don't know. Surprise me," Marceline replied, unexpectedly pleasant. She was just glad Gumball hadn't asked her about being in a relationship. She smiled at his face as he nodded and walked away after saying a good-bye.

"He seems happy..." Bubblegum observed.

"Good. He's been a total pain in the ass!" Marshall commented.

"...Yeah. A pain. But he does seem... different right now," Marceline agreed. Marceline widened her eyes to hear giggling behind her and she spun around to see Marshall Lee playing with Bubblegum's hair. Marceline huffed and began to stuff clothes into the backpack she had brought with her. She wasn't planning on spending one more night in this castle; not that she has even ever slept in this room before...

Half an hour later, dinner was ready and everyone rushed down to the humongous dining room. Marceline sat in the spot that Gumball preferred her to sit in; only to prevent any interaction they would further have. Gumball had surprised her with dinner. He had made lobster, though it was empty. He had sprayed red spices all over the red shell, and put tomato slices around it. It looked delicious! Marceline's mouth was pooling with venom as she stared at the delicious looking meal. She examined it all around first.

"You going to eat Marcey?" Finn asked, staring at Marceline strangely with a mouth already stuffed with food.

"Maybe. I was just checking it out... for garlic. Gumball might have poisoned it with garlic!" Marceline used a lame excuse.

"Oh. Well, if you're looking for garlic, can't you just smell it for the garlic?" Finn asked innocently, scarfing down his dinner. Marshall Lee and PB laughed next to Marceline and she glared at them. Then she heard Gumball's glorious chuckling and she was surprised to see him laughing, too.

"What, Marceline? You really think I would 'poison' you with garlic?" Gumball asked playfully and raised an eyebrow at Marceline while smirking.

"I don't trust you just yet, GummyBalls..." Marceline mumbled, and she ripped a skinny foot off the lobster, and sucked the red from it.

Gumball smiled triumphantly as he saw Marceline sucking out every shade of red on the dish he had cooked up. He smiled down at his food. He was eating the lobster meat that was inside the hollowed lobster shell Marceline was eating. See this works out perfectly! If they were together... Shut up, Gumball. You've only known her for two day... You don't know her at all...

Gumball wanted to smack himself in the head with a hot, greasy frying pan. He was so dumb to keep telling himself that they should be together, that they were perfect. He knew that it was just too good to be true. So he just continued to watch Marceline enjoy the meal he had cooked for her, silently wishing.

Marceline stayed at the castle until it was 10:30 pm. Gumball had actually made a curfew for everyone and she laughed at it. Marshall had already left and was probably waiting for her back at his place. Marceline was too exhausted, not physically just mentally. She wanted to just watch T.V. or something. She just wanted to sit around and do nothing for awhile. So, instead of floating, Marceline took it slow and decided to walk all the way to the main entrance to the castle and leave. But on her way towards the door, she heard a crash in the kitchen and something definitely breaking.

"Damn it!" She heard Gumball curse. She smiled deviously. Ready for a scare Gummy? She jumped onto the ceiling and waited for Gumball to open the door to the kitchen.

"Where's that broom?" Gumball said from behind the kitchen doors. Marceline heard footsteps approaching the doors and she was beginning to get jumpy. When Gumball finally opened the door, Marceline crawled on the ceiling and zipped inside, right above his head unnoticed. She hid in the pantry, and left the door a crack open. She saw while she was coming in here, a few broken dishes on the floor, a broken glass, and red food coloring painted across the floor.

When Gumball returned, he scratched his gummy-haired head and looked around confused. He hadn't returned with a broom but a mop and he put it in the corner of the kitchen. He looked around with his hands on his hips, confused. Then, his eyes brightened as he saw the pantry.

"Ahah! I put the broom in the pantry this morning!" Gumball walked over to the pantry triumphantly and opened the door to find a giant bat creature staring down at him. Gumball shrieked as his eyes narrowed and he flipped over to the knives cabinet and held the biggest, sharpest knife out in front of him. It was a courageous move, if he wasn't shaking like a naked chihuahua and a few tears almost springing out of his eyes.

Marceline snickered before laughing the loudest she had since she's come here. She fell to the ground and returned to her usual form. She was laughing so hard she couldn't breath and she began to pound the ground.

"Marceline! How dare you! Scaring me like that! I almost stabbed you!" Gumball was still shaking a little as he put the heavy knife away. Marceline could still hear his heart pounding in his chest and saw the terrified look still in his eyes and laughed even harder.

"Marceline, stop laughing! I could have hurt you!" Gumball's face was beginning to become red instead of pink and he hurriedly walked over to the pantry with his head down. He grabbed the broom and dustpan and walked towards the mess of glass and food coloring he made earlier.

Finally Marceline calmed down, but still snickered.

"So, what happened here?" Marceline asked floating over to the prince as he tried to separate the broken glasses from the red food coloring.

"Stuff fell and broke, okay?"

"Uhuh, and why did it fall?"

"Because. Because I'm clumsy."

"Okay. What were you doing that made it fall over?"

"I was... cleaning the dishes."

"Then why is there red food coloring?"

"Because... Marceline! There is red food coloring there because the stuff fell on that, and it knocked it over and the cap came off! Is that a good enough explanation!" Gumball exclaimed, waving his arms around for emphasis. He turned around to ask Marceline why she is awake, but she wasn't there. Gumball furrowed his eyebrows but let it go and turned back around and gasped. The mess was cleaned up! He turned back around and saw the broken dishes splayed about on the island in the middle of the kitchen and the bottle of red food coloring in the trash, and full. He spun back around and fell over when Marceline was standing right in front of him. Before Gumball hit the ground, though, Marceline caught his hand and pulled him back up, laughing.

"Oh Gumball. You're fun to play with!" Marceline teased and chuckled as she watched Gumball push the broken glasses off of the island and into a trash bag with the food coloring bottle.

"Well, I'm glad you're happy that I'm not going to sleep tonight! Goodness, Marceline! Do you always do this?" Gumball huffed and threw the bag down a trash chute nearby.

"Do what?" Marceline asked, poking at trinkets hanging from the ceiling.

"Scar- Hey get down from there! Those are valuables!" Gumball pulled Marceline down from the ceiling by the ankle. "Stay." For the first time tonight, Gumball saw the backpack on Marceline's shoulders and he furrowed his eyebrows.

"What's this?" Gumball asked, poking the backpack.

"Oh. I'm thinking on staying in my brother's house from now on. Not that guest room upstairs..." Marceline said nonchalantly, looking back up at the trinkets on the ceiling and began to rise again, but Gumball put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back down. "No." Gumball scolded her like a child.

"Wait, no as in don't leave, or 'no' as in don't touch the thingys on the ceiling?" Marceline asked, distracted by Gumball's puffy shoulders.

"What? Both. Wait, what are staring at?" Gumball followed Marceline's eyes back to the puffy shoulders of his shirt and he rolled his eyes.

"You are acting like a child right now Marceline. I'm trying to talk with you!" Gumball demanded. And Marceline snapped out of it.

"Fine. You want me to act like the twenty year old I am, right?" Marceline floated around Gumball.

"Yes, I would appreciate that!"

"Well, then that's too bad because I'm not twenty anymore. I'm freakin' over a thousand years, stupid head. Didn't you know that already?" Marceline asked him. Gumball rolled his eyes.

"Well that's what I meant. You're old enough to get over certain trinkets and traps to distract you like... like that." Gumball sighed as he watched Marceline poke at his shoulders again.

"I'm sorry, Gummy. I'm just tired. You can get me to do anything right now!" Marceline sat down on the now clean ground and started humming the song she had created earlier that day. She had made that song to distract herself from Gumball and her feelings towards him. It wasn't working like how badly she hoped it would.

"Well then we should talk." Gumball sat next to her and put his elbows propped up on his bent legs after he took his fancy dress shoes off. Marceline took off her backpack and set it next to her then crossed her legs.

"Alright. I guess it's 'bout time that I stop running, right?"

"Mhmm."

"So let's talk. What do you want?" Marceline stared deep into Gumball's blue eyes, awaiting the unwanted conversation.

"I just want to hear it. Why don't you at least want to be friends?" Gumball said quietly. Marceline sighed. Her heart felt heavy and her stomach swirled inside of her.

"Well, where do I start? You may not know this, but, I dated someone a long time ago. He kind of, ruined something important to me. I mean I got it back, thanks to Bonnibel. But, he tricked me into thinking these absolutely ridiculous things. And I don't want that to happen again. I don't think I can trust anyone like that ever again.

"Hey Gumball? You're one of the only people I've ever told this, too. I mean, I've told Bonnibel this whole story, but not like this. I'm not like this- serious. Don't tell anyone, too. Or I will suck all the pink out of your clothes... and maybe your hair." Marceline teased Gumball by pulling off a chunk of his hair and licking it.

Gumball widened his eyes in disbelief. First, because Marceline had the nerve to pull his hair off. Second, because, and he knew this shouldn't count but he didn't care, but Marceline was licking a part of his body. He watched Marceline rip off a smaller piece and put it in her mouth and proceed to chew.

"Here," she handed back the rest of the hair, "you can take your hair back."

"Gee, whiz," Gumball said sarcastically and put it back in his hair, "But Marceline, I won't tell anyone, but there has to be another reason! Honestly, I was totally in love with someone before, too. But she has a boyfriend now..."

"Fionna?"

"What?"

"You used to like Fionna, didn't you?"

"Well, yeah. But that was before..."

"Before what?" Marceline looked away, anticipating his answer. But Gumball hesitated.

"Before I met you. Before I saw you, really... But you don't want to be with me either, so..." Gumball looked away.

"Trust me, I do."

"What?"

I like you, too. Marcelince should have said, but instead by impulse - like her body wouldn't listen to her mind any longer, she grabbed Gumball's shirt and balled it in her fists, roughly pulling him closer to kiss him.

Gumball didn't know what he was doing, when Marceline kissed him, his mind was frozen, but on instinct he wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her skinny body close.

While Marceline could've continued to kiss him, Gumball pushed her away for air. By now, Marceline was straddling his lap as her hands were clamped tightly around the backside of his neck and his hands were steadying her hips on his lap as he supported her back with his knees bent upwards.

While Gumball caught his breath, Marceline continued to trail kisses up his jaw and to his earlobe. She kissed the soft pink flesh at his ear before returning to his lips. She rested on her knees, getting only closer to Gumball's body. Gumball was pressed tightly against the counter doors, but he didn't mind the sharp edges with Marceline so close. Their breathes mingled together as their minds raced. Gumball pulled Marceline's hips down, kissing the scars on her neck. Her breath was ragged and hard

Panting, she managed to breath, "Gumball..."

Marceline widened her eyes, and pulled back to stare at Gumball with shocked eyes before she rolled out of his lap as quick as she could. She crawled away backwards, using her telekinetic vampire powers to bring her backpack and shoes to her. As soon as her shoes were on her feet and her backpack slung over her shoulders, Marceline stood up straight and looked at Gumball in the face.

"I-I-I like you, too." And Marceline was almost out the door if Gumball hadn't stopped her by grabbing a hold of her ankle before she flew away.

"Stop it, Marceline!" Gumball yelled at her. He yanked Marceline's body back into the kitchen and cornered her, putting his hands on the wall next to her head. "I'm tired of you running away from me like this! You make me so confused, I'm going insane!"

"What are you so confused about, huh? Isn't it obvious? I don't like you!" And Marceline tried to wiggle her way out, but Gumball somehow contained her.

"No, Marceline! You don't want to like me! And yet you just kissed me and told me you like me! What is your problem!"

"I already told you! I can't!" Marceline yelled in his face before calming down. "I can't again. I can't know somebody like that again, okay? I was so... so broken. I had never been like that before and it scares me. So just calm your bubblegum titties and let me go..." Marceline looked down at her hands, for once too exhausted to fight.

Gumball pursed his lips, and blushed slightly at her bubblegum comment, but kept his stature over her.

"Well, if you're positively sure about that, dear Marceline. Then I think we should at least be friends. Is that okay with you?" Gumball looked down at Marceline sincerely, and she looked back with big eyes. She puckered her lips to the side of her face, as if thinking, and nodded.

"Alright. Just stay out of my way, or then you'll really have "Gummy Balls"," Marceline threatened, before turning away and slipping through his arms, going to her brother's house to stay.

"Good night, dear Marceline," Gumball called waving to the Vampire Queen as she flew away from him in the night sky.

"See ya for breakfast, Gumball!" Marceline called back without taking a second glance back at him. Gumball sighed, and chuckled as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked back inside. Gumball was actually in the kitchen up so late looking for an appropriate breakfast for Marceline to wake up to.

Marceline sighed as she flew as fast as she could away from the castle, darting away like a fly in a kitchen. When she finally reached the house she sprinted inside, and flew up the ladder way, and landed on the bed with a bounce. Marceline felt like she would hyperventilate. She flew under the covers, in her pajama pants and tank top, and laid there, replaying the kisses with Gumball over and over and over again in her head. She has felt his lips twice so far. She didn't know that Gumball had found out about the first one.

Accidentally falling asleep thinking about Gumball, and his embrace, and his hands on her hips, and his lips on hers, and the thought of him back in just his boxers, Marceline had a dream she wished she didn't like.

Marshall Lee was tuning his bass when Marceline burst through the door and flew straight upstairs into his bedroom. He pursed his lips but didn't do anything. "Ch...sisters... And I set this cot up for nothing..." He grumbled, kicking the makeshift bed to the ground.

Alright! Um, please leave me a review. I really love to see what you think! I don't care if it's good or bad, I can learn from either one and I'll see ya in two days! (btw I'm sorry I'm not keeping up with posting every two days. It's kind of hard for me to keep track sometimes)