Um… I know what you're going to say, but I want to say something, too.
I'm so sorry! Really, I am. And to mention the fact that I specifically mentioned that it wasn't going to take me as long to update. ARGH! I am so, so sorry. I feel like I did a threat thing in the last chapter (I did) so it is now confirmed that you can be absolutely brutal to me for doing this to you guys.
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angeliesrrn: Marshall can be a bit rude, that is true. I'm doing stuff with it, so it should be set in stone sooner or later.
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Alright! That is literally all I have, so on with the story!
"I'm not going." Gumball said, arms crossed.
What do you mean 'I'm not going'? You're going." Fionna said.
"No, I'm not!" Gumball slightly raised his voice.
"Yes, you are." Fionna replied.
Would my two best homies stop this cat fight? It's obviously getting nowhere." Cake interrupted.
"Thank you!" Gumball said, somewhat relieved to think that Cake was on his side.
"I was only saying that because I'm making you go to this party, too." Cake said.
"No." Gumball said, turning around to leave his two friends in the dire need to get home. Someone had grabbed onto the back of his shirt and gripped it tightly before Gumball had even made two steps.
"You're not going to leave, "Fionna said, revealing the culprit of the shirt grabber, "You're going to leave with us. We want to hang out with you, and this seemed like a fun opportunity to do so."
Gumball took this new notion into consideration. He really hasn't talked to either of his friends for much time. Mostly at lunch, but even then he was a little separated from the conversation. Has he been lost in his own that often recently? When Gumball dwelled on that, he had realized that exactly that was going on right now, so he had officially concluded that yes, he was getting lost in his head.
"If you put it like that… I guess…" Gumball said, a little uncertain of his decision.
Fionna let go of his coat before pumping her fist into the air, excitedly shouting, "Yes!" over and over again excitedly. Gumball smiled at her child-like behavior.
"That's all it took to convince you?" Cake asked.
Gumball shrugged. "We don't really talk all that often, and I figured that we should at least try and talk more, even if for just one night."
"Strange reasoning, but alright. Do you want to wear the stuff you have on now, or something else?"
Gumball looked down at his clothing, "Is there something wrong with it?"
"No! Not at all. I'm just speaking from experience that someone,or you,could spill something that you really like, and the smell of beer is kind of sucky. Especially if you're sober." Cake reasoned.
"Oh. Well, Um… I guess that I would like to go home and change into something that is a little more casual. Am I going to have to drink at this?" Gumball asked.
Cake giggled, "Drunk you does sound very fun, but you don't need to drink at this thing. I don't really suggest it either."
"Your reasoning is?" Gumball had noticed that the two girls had started walking towards the exit, and he began to follow.
"Things always get a little crazy when it's one of LSP's parties. This one is by far one of the craziest, and I don't even plan on drinking anyway. Fionna can."
"Really?" Fionna asked excitedly.
"Well, duh. I had set up from the beginning that I would be your designated driver." Cake said.
"Oh, yeah." Fionna said, seeming to remember the memory.
"So, do you want us to take you to your house real quick before heading to ours, or do you just want us to just go home and we'll pick you up later?"
"Um… How about that we just make a stop at my house to get changed, then we go to yours?" Gumball suggested.
"Sure. Come on." Cake said, making a gesture for the other two to follow. They did so and followed cake to her car, a yellow Volkswagen beetle.
Gumball climbed into the back seat, Fionna and Cake in the front, and they set off for Gumball's house.
In less than ten minutes, they had turned the corner onto Gumball's block. They stopped right in front, letting Gumball leaving the room to go inside and change.
As he walked upstairs, he was thinking of what the actually wanted to wear. With Cake's warning of some form of liquid, likely alcoholic, that was going to get on his clothing, he didn't want to wear something that he absolutely loved, nor something that was particularly pricey.
He was standing in front of his closet when he had made the decision of his choice of clothing. He decided on a black t-shirt, black pants, and pink converse. No matter what, he was never going to leave his house without some form of visible pink clothing. Knowing that his phone was in his pocket, and that it was fairly charged, he had set off down the stairs and out the door once again to climb into Cake's car.
"Ready to go?" Cake asked. She looked towards the back seat to see that Gumball had given her the go ahead, and they were off, heading to Fionna and Cake's house.
Twenty or so minutes passed in comfortable silence. Gumball watched the houses around him pass by in something similar to a blur. He let his mind wander to wherever it may go, and didn't blink at the thoughts that were clearly leading and were about a certain black-haired teen.
"So, have anyone caught your eye?" Cake asked directing the question to Gumball. This caused him to jump out of his travel in Lala-land.
"I'm sorry, but what does that exactly mean?" Gumball asked, confused.
"Well, think about it. You're in a brand new high school with all of these attractive men and women, and I just maybe assumed that you had someone in mind." Cake looked through the rear-view mirror with a look that gave that she knew more than she let on. This bothered Gumball, but he didn't want to push further, and at the very least, not now.
"I don't exactly think so. I mean, I still am trying to figure out what gender I am into."
'Liar.'
"If that's the case, then I'm assuming that you at least have a type for whatever gender you end up preferring."
"You think so?"
"Honey, I know so."
"Well, if that's what you think, then I probably have to say that I have literally no idea what my type is."
"I am almost certain that you will find out by the end of the year. Luckily for you, this school isn't exactly that homophobic, so you won't have to worry about people not accepting you for the way you end up being, if you do swing that way.
'Yep, she knows.'
"I'll keep it noted."
Gumball looked out the window, noticing that they were now on Cake and Fionna's street. Knowing the fact that they were sisters, it was obvious that they would live together. They lived with their dad, who Gumball believed to be absolutely amazing. He had a kind of feel that you would get from the detectives on the old spy movies that had the very strong New York accent. He always had a fedora on, and it truly did add to the appeal. Cake parked the car, and exited the car, letting Gumball move the seat forward so he too could exit the beetle. They walked up the steps of their leafy green house, and opened the door.
Cake, her apparently had grabbed her bag from the trunk, had plopped it down on the entryway floor with a loud thud. She had immediately walked over to the kitchen opened the fridge, and dug out quite a few things that Gumball had assumed that they were going to have for snack and possibly dinner later. Cake picked up and apple and took a big bite out of it before tossing one similar to Fionna, who did roughly the same thing.
The two ate in silence for a second, and Gumball had as well moved towards the kitchen to sit in of the bar stools that were placed under the edge of their kitchen island.
"How's school going for you two this year?" Gumball asked.
Cake shrugged. "It's okay, I guess. As far as school goes, in my opinion. You can't believe how pumped I am knowing that we are more than halfway through high school. I hate it, a lot.
"Same here. I hate school." Fionna piped in.
"I think that I have finally realized that I am not at all from whatever planet that you two come from." Gumball said, now used to knowing that Cake and Fionna complain about the school and school work all of the time.
"Well, you're probably from… well… I don't know. Some planet where they especially breed supernerds that literally know everything and can never be beaten by any other student and always have, like, 120% on every frickin' test that is shoved in their faces." Fionna said.
"Well, what planet do you believe that you came from?" Gumball asked.
"Obviously the adventure planet. Cake did, too." Fionna asked, not even pausing for a second.
Gumball had started laughing at this comment, and Cake had soon joined. Gumball reached over to grab some food from the pile, before sitting upright in his chair again with a small smile. The trio talked about random stuff for the next hour and a half or so, when Cake has mentioned that she and Fionna were going to get ready to go.
It took Fionna less than five minutes to change into jeans and a different t-shirt, and Gumball laughed at her attempt to stuff her hair into her bunny hat. Cake had done generally the same thing, but took much longer apparently trying to choose the outfit, and touch up on her makeup. She had come downstairs around five 'til six, and Gumball had remembered her noting that the party was going to start really soon.
"Is the place close?" Gumball asked as he followed the two girls out to the car.
"Nope." Cake replied.
They all got into her car before driving off once again. The car ride wasn't filled with comfortable silence this time. Instead, it was full of Cake and Fionna debating over the silliest of things, Gumball playing the devil's advocate for no one in particular, poking holes in whichever argument of either of the two of them whenever he felt like it. This often led to him being told to shut up before they laughed and continued their debate as always.
Cake turned a corner, leading to a streets with no more the five houses on both sides combined. Gumball marveled at the sight of the houses. They were basically mansions, all of them, with huge yard, albeit them turning somewhat yellow because of the dawning season of fall.
"We're here!" Cake said excitedly. She and Fionna opened their doors, and Cake released the latch on her seat to let Gumball out of the car. Standing up straight, Gumball noticed that there were quite a few cars lining up and down the streets, most of them bunching up to where a house, that even though it was only around half past six or so, there was already loud music that was directly sourced from said house. Teens, most likely from the school, were walking up the steps to this house, and he could hear them laughing and talking as they walked inside.
"Are LSP's parties always this early?" Gumball asked.
"Not usually. Normally he has them way later, like 10 or something. He said on his Facebook page that he wanted to do it earlier this time so more people could enjoy each others' presence for a little bit before everyone got themselves completely wasted. If that makes sense." Cake said.
"I guess it does. I've never really heard of that happening before, though."
"Believe me, I find it better that way. It's mostly because you can talk to people you actually want to talk to before they become super drunk. The parties that normally start later, people are already hammered, or they are going straight to the beer."
"I thought that you were one for alcohol."
"Alright, I'm gonna be all mama bear and simply say that I'm not a fan of a large group of teens getting together in order to do nothing to get drunk. They should all at least socialize."
They were walking as this was happening, and the house was getting ever closer, the music just a little more discernable. Gumball swallowed. Cake put a hand on his shoulder.
"Stay with me if you're nervous about this, alright? I'm assuming this is the first time that you've really gone to a full-on party, and I want you to at least enjoy it enough to go with us to another one, alright?" She said reassuring.
Gumball looked up at the huge mansion. She was right, this was the first time that he had ever gone to a party before, and it was absolutely nerve racking. He wanted to do it, though, and without saying another word opened the door.
Okay! Got that done with. Now I just got to get the next chapter in! This was a little bit of a potential filler, so I swear that the next chapter will be more influential. That being said, I should probably say that, sadly, I do not plan on having Marshall attend this party! Sad, I know, but it is what it is. There is a reason behind that, but I'm not telling you why?
Hey, did I mention that I kinda sorta have a Gumlee oneshot that you guys can read! It's called "I Won't Forget You", and I've heard that it is considered to be short but sweet. Read it and tell me what you think!
See ya next chapter! (sooner hopefully rather than later)