I never replied after he said he was scared. When he had let me go I just couldn't
say any words to explain how I felt. But my expression told him enough. He had
smiled and grabbed his umbrella returning home.
I walked down to the pond and felt my throat. My wound was gone and a small bruise
was all that was left of it. My back was recovered after the long night. It just
hurt if I put to much pressure on it.
I kicked my feet in the water. It had a refreshing chill mixed with warm water. I
took my socks,shoes,and hat of and put my backpack next to them on the bank. I
dived under the water and swam to the bottom of the 5 1/2ft deep pond. I sat at the
bottom of the pond and stayed there holding my breath, letting the water sway around
my back and neck, letting it relax my wounds.
My lungs started to ache and I swam back to the surface gasping for air, I screamed
and fell backwards into the water. I dragged myself up to the bank and glared up at
Marshall.
"Can't you have come when I was out?" I sat on the bank next to him and he kneel'd
down grinning.
"Yeah, I saw you go in, I thought I'd surprise you when you came back up."
I splashed water in his face smiling. He grinned and took off his shirt. "Put that
back on!" I yelled.
"What?" Marshall grabbed my arms and threw me into the water and followed after me.
I tried to swim the the surface but he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bottom
with him. Marshall carefully grabbed multiple air bubbles and put them together. He
stuck the giant bubble around my head and all of the water drained out of the big
bubble. Marshall made another one for him and smiled.
I smiled back but then shot strait to the surface. As I hit the surface the bubble
popped and I swam back to shore. I heard another loud pop and Marshall was right
behind me and picked me up as I reached the shore and spun me around.
"Put me down!" I laughed.
Marshall put me back on the ground and my vision was blurry. And I tilted to one
side then focused myself. Marshall shook water from his hair and dried his chest
with my socks, then put his shirt back on.
"Hey!" I took my socks away from him and he grinned. I stuck my tongue out at him
and smiled.
Marshall turned to me. "Wanna head to the candy kingdom?" I shrugged.
"Why not. But let me fry off first you cheater." I stood up and Marshall followed
me into the house. I went upstairs and dried myself off and put new clothes on. I
pulled up my hair and put my hat on. I ran downstairs with my backpack on and over
to Marshall who was waiting by the door.
We arrived in the candy kingdom and hour later. Fionna insisted we walk the whole
way, and I wasn't going to leave her behind. We walked up into the main building.
"Lets go visit Gumball." Fionna smiled. I frowned. Gumball and me used to be great
friends. Back when I could call him Bonnibol. Later after he became a prince he
was taught that vampires were "dangerous". Of course we could be. He knew I wasn't
like that, but sent me away anyways.
A few days ago, Gumball just made me hate him more. Yelling at me, insisting I hurt
Fionna by not protecting her. It just seemed to break me. I couldn't let Fionna know
what happened. She and Gumball are still friends. She was out cold when we got into
the fight. She didn't need to know anyways, it didn't completely concerned her. But
if Bonny wants to tell her, I won't stop him. But I will defend myself If he makes
me sound like it was my fault.
Entering the hall of the kingdom, Fionna and I went over to the lab. She opened the
door and Gumball ran over to us holding cloths to are noses and mouths. I think I
heard him mumble, "Cover your mouth and nose. Its important"
Reluctantly I listened to him. He could be wrong about a lot of things. But I have
to admit, science was not one of those things. Gumball walked over and flipped on a
switch and all of the air out the the room seemed to "sterilize". He took off his
mask.
"Its safe to take off those cloths." He glanced at us, cleaning up some beakers.
Fionna and I removed the cloths.
"What was that stuff?" I asked not amused.
"It was a chemical I was working with. If you breath it in you can pass out.
Surprisingly, you didn't. With your keen sense of smell I assumed a 50/50 chance of
you not passing out.
I frowned. "So you weren't sure I was going to stay awake with just that cloth?"
I growled.
"Yes I didn't." He smiled smugly.
"You guys." Fionna tried to cut in between us.
"You know what your problem is Gumball, your so full of yourself. SO "high and
mighty" prince Gumball huh? What happened to that shy kid Bonnibol? Where did that
Gumball go?" I glared him in the eye.
He returned the gesture. "Be quiet Marshall lee. What don't have Hambo anymore to
comfort you, is that why you turned to Fionna?" he crossed the line. I tackled him
to the ground, this time, he had made it personal.