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Accepting Marshall's invitation was a rather rash decision. Although I enjoy spending time with the three of them, there are still multiple problems. One, I don't play and instrument, and if I'm honest, I don't think I am very musically inclined. And two, if Marshall decides to play his love song from last night, I'm probably going to faint. However, bailing now would be rude (and I really didn't want to anyway). Fionna and Cake picked me up and we were now riding said felines back to Marshall's house. Wherever that may be. Perhaps I should inquire.
"So, where exactly does Marshall live?"
"In a cave." Fionna said it like it was completely natural.
"Are you serious?"
She appeared to give it some thought. "Well, he lives in a house, in a cave."
"I see." I don't know what I expected. I guess he is a vampire.
Moments later we arrived at the mouth of the cave and Cake shrunk back down to normal size as we continued on foot. His house came into view and Fionna was about to knock on the door when it swung open to reveal a hissing Marshall. Fionna and Cake both screamed, and a frightened squeal may or may not have escaped my throat as well. He invited us in between chuckles and I soon found myself in his living room. Despite the spookiness of the cave, his house seemed average, and I mean that in a good way. I don't attend haunted houses during halloween, and I was worried this visit would be similar to that. There I go misjudging him again.
I was seated on the couch in the living room, the other three standing before me. Since I was new at this, I asked them to give me a demonstration of sorts. Fionna had spoke of their jam sessions before, but at the time I was uninterested in anything Marshall was doing. But that was then, and now we're friends. I believe I have a general understanding of the concept of a "jam session", but just understanding it doesn't mean I know enough to participate. Hopefully I don't come across as not wanting to join in. I'm just not confident in my abilities.
"Alright, here's how this is gonna work." Marshall began, positioning his bass in preparation, "I'll start the song, and we'll just make up the lyrics as we go. Just follow the melody. It'll go me, Fi, Cake, and then you gummy boy." He winked at me, and I'm certain I blushed at the mention of the name. I wanted to protest; I really hadn't wanted to join in. But refusing the vampire king was...difficult. He had a certain way about him that made me not want to say no. That, and I didn't want to be a "buzz kill". I simply nodded in response, and he began strumming a tune. He turned to Fionna as he began to sing, which actually was a relief. His voice was mesmerizing enough.
"This one goes out to the blonde bombshell with a little junk in her trunk." This earned him a not so playful slug in the arm from said blonde. He laughed it off and started to sing along with his music:
"Good little girl
Always picking a fight with me
You know that I'm bad
But you're spending the night with me
What do you want from my world?
You're a good little girl"
I took a moment to consider the relationship between Marshall and Fionna. I knew Fionna was involved with flame prince nowadays, but could there have been something between them before he came along? I could picture it; poor, young, innocent Fionna falling victim to the dark charms of the handsome vampire. How could she resist? I was finding it difficult to resist him myself. Of course he wasn't interested in me. But Fionna, she was beautiful and fun. Although I knew Marshall could probably have taken her if he'd wanted too, I felt as though he wouldn't take advantage of her like that. He wasn't the monster I thought he was. Fionna seemed to think so too, judging by her verse of the song:
"Bad little boy
That's what you're acting like
I really don't buy
That you're that kind of guy
Because I know
You have a stuffed elephant in your bed!"
With that, Fionna and Cake burst into laughter and Marshall hissed at her threateningly. This only caused her to laugh harder and she sprawled across the floor. Marshall was clearly embarrassed, spouting off "whatever" and "shut up". I think I even saw a red tint in his cheeks. It was ADORABLE. Although, that begs the question. Does he actually have a stuffed elephant? And if so, how does Fionna know about this? What was she doing in his bedroom? I almost panicked, but then I recalled Fionna briefly telling me about a time she and Cake had hidden in his closet… the details were fuzzy. Cake regained her composure faster than Fionna, and contributed her verse to the ongoing song:
"I got a hot potato
And I got two hot tomatoes
Well, they'll make a good sauce maybe
So I'll shake my bottle baby
I'll shake it and shake it
And shake it and shake it
And shake it all over the table
The table
For as long as I am able"
Cake seemed to be a natural at singing. Her dancing wasn't what I would call appropriate, but it made Cake's performance all the more enjoyable. I had meant to compliment her, until I realised that she and the two others were all looking at me. Oh glob! I'd been so distracted by my own thoughts that I hadn't done any planning on what I was going to sing! Time for some fast thinking. Come on Gumball this is easy! Just come up with something simple. Marshall sang about Fionna, she sang about him, Cake sang about herself. Do I sing about me?
"I'm just a prince
My kingdom is wonderful"
My voice was a bit shaky; I tried not to make it obvious that I had no idea what I was doing. Fionna smiled supportively and Cake had her eyes closed, seeming to be lost in the music itself, nodding her head from side to side. Marshall's ability to play so well while focusing on something else amazed me, and one look at him showed he was clearly focused on me. His beautiful eyes pierced mine, and I doubted he was paying too much attention to what I was "singing". He looked as though he was preparing to devour my soul, or just me entirely. I couldn't decide if that scared me or excited me. Getting lost in the eyes of the dark haired boy did nothing to help me organize my lyrics.
"But I must thank you three
You make my life colorful."
Just like that, the subject of my song had changed. I was lucky I hadn't said anything about Marshall in particular. My thoughts on him were definitely not something I wanted to share with the two girls. Judging by the barely contained chuckles of Fionna, my lyrics weren't up to par with the rest of them. I scrambled for something clever to finish my verse, trying not to look back at the handsome creature who floated and played his music.
"Fionna, Marshall, and Cake
You are…...not a mistake….."
Fionna could no longer contain her laughter, and I joined in with her. And that right there is why I did not wish to participate. Horrible.
"I suppose my songwriting could use a little work."
"Eh, it was spontaneous. You followed the tune which is more than I can say for some other people. I'd say it was pretty good for your first time." Marshall's compliments helped to make me feel a bit less embarrassed, but I was reluctant to meet his eyes. That look he gave me earlier suggested he probably wasn't listening at all. I didn't mind though. He was still sweet.
"Well, thank you Marshall. I see the three of you are quite good at this. I've got a lot of catching up to do."
"You'll be fine. But if you're gonna be in our little group, you've got to look the part. I've got a rock shirt upstairs that I think will fit you." Marshall returned to the ground and motioned for me to follow him. I failed to contain my smile as I stood to follow him upstairs.
"Hey! How come we never got shirts?" Fionna crossed her arms and gave Marshall a nasty look, and Cake appeared just as irritated. Sorry girls, he likes me the most! I didn't even scold myself this time. A guy can dream can't he?
"Cake, if I gave you a shirt, no one would be able to see your flawless fur." That seemed to be enough to satisfy her, as she grinned and smoothed out said flawless fur. "And Fi, you're lucky I don't throw you outta my house after that little stunt you pulled."
"I wouldn't have said it if it wasn't true!" Fionna couldn't stay angry while fighting back giggles.
We reached the top of the stairs and Marshall walked over to his dresser and began sifting through one of the drawers. Sparing a glance over at his bed, I immediately located the stuffed elephant. Awww, what a softy. I returned my gaze to him before he turned around and he tossed me the t shirt. It was complete with flames, skulls, and guitars; just what you'd expect. I held the shirt up to my chest and smiled.
"Thanks Marshall."
"No problem, gummy boy." He leaned up against the dresser and just stared at me for a few seconds. Not trusting myself to look back at him without throwing myself around him, I looked down at the shirt and pretended to examine it. I looked back up moments later to find him still staring, but thankfully he broke the silence. "You didn't tell anybody about the song from last night, did you?"
"No. I figured you'd probably play it whenever you thought you were ready."
"Well good. I'm not sure I'll ever play it for a crowd."
"Too sappy for your image?"
"Too personal." He pushed off the dresser and took a step closer.
"Thought you'd never been in love." I gave him a playful smirk.
"I thought so too."
A shiver went scampering down my spine. Is he telling me this because we're friends? Is he telling me this because it's me? Is this a joke? What is happening? I tried to stay calm and think of a way to respond, but my brain wasn't functioning. I'd be crazy to think he was talking about me, right? There's no way. I'd already accepted he'd never like me back. Was I wrong? Wouldn't be the first time.
He kept walking until he stood directly in front of me. My grip on the shirt tightened as I was uncertain what to expect. I looked into his eyes and he looked away, scratching the back of his head. "I kinda wrote that…..with a purpose." He stammered out before looking back at me. Was her nervous? I was too frazzled myself to understand anything. I was about to ask him what the purpose was when a shout came from downstairs.
"Gumball! Peppermint Maid is outside!"
I immediately turned away from Marshall and nearly sprinted down the stairs. I avoided Fionna's gaze as I passed her, certain my face was red instead of pink. I stepped out of Marshall's front door and found Peppermint Maid waiting for me. She had apparently gotten a ride from Lord Monochromacorn who stood behind her, flirting with Cake. I had so many questions to ask her, one being how she even knew to come here. Apparently she had other ideas, speaking before I could even open my mouth.
"You must return to the Kingdom at once. There is an urgent matter than cannot wait a moment longer." Blunt and firm, she mounted Monochromacron and looked expectantly at me. I turned to Cake who said she'd let the others know I had to go, and the next thing I knew we were flying back to the candy kingdom. My only thoughts were of Marshall, and if I had just been rescued, or robbed of something I would've wanted.
ML
Cake slipped back into my living room and told us that gummy had important work stuffs to do back at the kingdom and that he had to leave right away. I was more than a little miffed that he'd been yanked away without saying goodbye, but I suppose he had other responsibilities. I crossed my arms and allowed myself to sink into the couch.
I finally work up the courage to tell him how I feel, and he leaves. It was such a perfect plan. Channel my feelings into a song, play the song for him, confess that I wrote it about him and hope that it's enough to win him over. I could have told him without writing a song, but he's a prince. Sure I'm a king, but he's fancy. I can't just TELL him. He needs a little extra. But I just missed a big chance. Stupid Kingdom work.
As I pouted on the sofa, I heard giggles from the two girls seated on the floor. I was in no mood to be made fun of by these two.
"What's so funny?"
"You got it bad, honey." Cake gave me a pitying look.
"Did you really think we weren't gonna eavesdrop?" Fionna's smile made me want to punch her.
They exchanged glances and decided to finish me off with a unanimous: "You love him!"
Sometimes I wish I could kill myself.
The song used here is "Good Little Girl" from the episode "Bad Little Boy". It is one of my favorite songs from the series so I apologize for my GOD AWFUL changes and additions I made so that my gay self could write fanfiction. But anyway, thanks for reading.
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