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Gumball's Point Of View.

Oh no.

"What do you two think you two are doing?" I glance over and see Ashley, looking confused, as she points from me to Marshall, questioningly.

Marshall quickly removes his hands from my pink face and nonchalantly places them in the pockets of his jeans.

"Nothing. He just had something on his face. " He replied, cooly.

"You seriously dumped me, for that?" She pointed her finger at me, and I honestly just felt like disappearing. I could feel my face reddening as Marshall shot me an unreadable expression.

"Oh, come on, Ashley, it's not like that." He said, with no emotion in his masculine voice.

"Oh I know exactly what this is like." She said, angrily as she stalked off back inside, to the party. Marshall sent me a sympathetic look before he ran in after her, leaving me all alone.

Soon after the entire incident happened with Ashley, I haven't talked to Marshall. Well, more like he hadn't talked to me.

Not only did I get my hopes up, and think I might actually have a chance with him, but he literally crushed that dream, when I saw him in school, the following Monday.

As I walked down the hall, heading towards my class, I noticed Marshall in the hallway. I was gathering up all my courage to go talk to him, and as I walked towards him, I noticed someone clinging onto his arm.

Ashley.

Of course. I should have known this would happen. Of course Marshall wouldn't like someone like me. A scrawny, sad, pink boy. He was probably using me all along just to make Ashley jealous, and I was naive enough to believe he actually had feelings for me.

Its been weeks since I've talked to Marshall. He won't even look in my direction, which reminds me of when I first started school here. If only Mrs. Peppermint had stopped any other kid in the hallway to show me to class, that first day. Why did it have to be Marshall Lee, of all people?

"Gummy, what's wrong?" Fiona's voice immediately interrupted my thoughts.

"Nothing." I said, unconvincingly.

"He misses Marshy-Poo." Cake giggled.

I glared at her. "So what if I do?" I stopped trying to hide feelings for the vampire king from my friends, because apparently I'm not too good at hiding that kind of stuff from them.

"Just talk to him!" Yelled Monochrome.

"Poor Gummy." Cake sighed.

"Hey, Marshall!" Fiona suddenly yelled in Marshall's direction, as I saw him exiting the cafeteria.

I looked up and quickly looked back down, towards my food, as I made eye contact with him. He nodded his head in Fiona's direction, and walked out.

I looked up and noticed Fiona blushing.

I got up, threw my untouched food, and left the crowded cafeteria, heading for my next class, earlier than usual.

For the remainder of the day, I couldn't think straight. I knew how stupid it was to continue thinking about Marshal, but I couldn't seem to get him out of my head.

I knew I had to, though. I couldn't let the thoughts of someone like him wander around in my mind. I had to get over him, and I will do anything to do so. Don't talk to him. Don't acknowledge him.

He's just not worth it, Gumball.

As the bell rang to release us from our final class, I breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe I could go down to Tree Trunks and help her make some of her sweet treats, or go play some video games with Monochrome.

I walked towards the exit, excited for the remainder of my day. As I turned the corner of the hallway, I ran into someone standing against the wall.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I grunted.

"Oh, hey Gumwad." A familiar voice said.

I could feel my face heat up as I looked up towards Marshall Lee. "Oh hey." I said as nonchalantly as I possibly could, as I started to walk away from him.

"Gumball, wait." Marshall exclaimed, as he attempted to grab my arm, but scratched me, instead.

I quickly turned around. "What do you want?" I asked.

DON'T TALK TO HIM, GUMBALL. I was screaming to myself, internally.

Marshall seemed shocked. "I just want to talk."

I couldn't help myself.

"Talk. Talk about what, Marshall Lee? Talk about how you left me the night of that party, all alone? Or about how you haven't spoken a word to me in weeks? Not even a simple 'hello,' or even a glance in my direction. I don't know about you, Marshall, but I'm so done playing these childish games of yours. Please, just don't talk to me. Or acknowledge my existence, and I'll do the same to you. Deal?"

I didn't even bother waiting for his reaction, and I quickly walked away, with the thought of Tree Trunks still lingering in my mind.

AUTHORS NOTE: I'm going to be writing a portion of this chapter in Flames' point of view, which is really unusual, but I thought it would be cool, so.

Flame's point of view.

"Dude, I just don't know what the hell to do." I glanced up at my friend, Marshall Lee, who was currently laying in his bed, hiding his face in his hands.

"I told you, man, you have to break up with her." I sighed, repeating the same phrase for the hundredth time, since we arrived at his house.

"Flame, you know I can't do that." He removed his hands from his face, glanced at me, then began to massage his temples.

"Why not? Do you looooovvvveee her?" I asked, chuckling, as I watched Marshalls' face turn to complete disgust.

"Shut up." He replied. I laughed even harder as Marshall flipped me off and threw a pillow in my direction.

"I'm sorry, Marsh, but I just don't see why you're still with her, after everything." I said, tossing the pillow back at him.

"You know exactly why I'm still with her, Flame."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do!"

"No, I don't!"

"Flame, I told you before first period started!" Marshall shouted at me. "When we were waiting outside my class, in the hallway!"

"Marshall, you didn't even talk to me before first period." I replied. "We just kind of stood there."

"What?" Marshall had a confused expression on his face.

"Maybe you were too busy staring at Gumball, when he was walking by to get to class." I said, trying hard to contain my laughter.

Marshall blushed a bright red color. "That's not true. I don't even care. But what about you?" He pointed at me. "You're always staring at Fiona."

"Well at least I can admit I have a thing for her." I replied.

"I don't have a thing for Gumball." He muttered more to himself than me.

"What you say, 'Marshy-Poo'."

I glanced at Marshall, who had covered his face with his hands, again, then silently reached over and grabbed his shiny, red, axe-shaped bass guitar that he loved more than anything.

Marshall had jumped off the bed before I could even pluck a single string.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to touch my bass?" He asked, grabbing it from me, roughly and placing it back on its guitar stand, next to where I was sitting.

"Oh, come on. I've been your best friend since before we could even walk and you still won't let me just hold your guitar? Seriously?" I shouted at him.

"Sorry, Flame." He smirked at me. "No one plays my bass, but me."

I crossed my arms in a pouting-like manner. "I bet anything you would let Gumball play with it-"

"No, I would not." Marshall rolled his eyes, and flopped back on his bed.

"-and I'm not just talking about the guitar." I waited until he made eye contact with me, and winked at him.

"Nah, I'm saving that just for you." Marshall winked back.

"Thanks, babe." I replied, sarcastically. "But seriously. Why can't you break up with Ash?" I asked, impatiently.

"You really want to know?" He asked back, raising his eyebrow.

"No, Marshall, I've just been sitting in your room for the past hour, just because I care about your emotional state and well being." I said, jokingly. "Of course I want to know! I'm nosey as hell!"

"You're so fucking sarcastic." Marshall replied.

"Don't flatter me, Marshmallow, just tell me everything."

Author's Note: SO WHY DO YOU THINK MARSHALL CAN'T BREAK UP WITH ASHLEY? *evil laughter*

I FINALLY FREAKING UPDATED. Okay, so. I'm sorry it took so long, for those of you reading it, but I had like no slue where I was going with this story.

I promise you it won't take me forever to upload next time, because I had new ideas. MWAHAHA.

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