Chapter Ten
Bubblegum's P.O.V.
"G-Gumball?" I asked, concerned, as I waved a hand in front of his face. I'd found him leaning against one of the walls in one of the gardens, tears pouring down his face as he stared into the sky, hands dangling limply by his sides. "Are… are you okay?"
"No. I'm not okay." He choked out.
"What happened?" I asked. I got no reply. "Do you want to come inside?"
He stood up, straightened his hot pink shirt and shuffled inside. I followed him, and was surprised when he started clumping up the stairs to his room. "Aren't you going to have any dinner?"
"I'm not hungry."
"Well, do you want to watch a movie with us? It's one of your favourites, Heat Signature…"
"Not in the mood."
"Jake has a couple of Card Wars sets…"
"You know I never liked that game."
"You could go raid a dungeon with Finn."
"Me? Raid a dungeon while my war goose is over in Aaa? Your reality check just bounced."
"Help me with a new potion to ward off Why-wolves?"
"I'll probably stuff it up."
"Bake something with Fionna?" I pleaded, using my last resort out of desperation.
"I'm kind of not in the mood to go running out of the kitchen, yelling 'fire, fire!' at the top of my lungs while Cake goes and gets a bucket of water, and then patting Fionna on the back as the blackened cake is removed from the oven after it explodes." He gave me a look that would have made the Litch cringe a little. "Now, will you leave me alone? Between Marshall Lee and Marceline, our two lovely vampires, I've had a heck of a day, alright, Bonnibel?" I winced as he used my first name. He only ever used 'proper' names when he was really mad or exasperated. "Go bother Finn." He stomped up the stairs.
Okay, I was officially confused. I could understand Marshall giving him grief, but I thought he and Marcy had really hit it off, hadn't they?