Hello my darling readers! I basically wrote this chapter in one fell swoop over, like, two to three hours, and I think I can get it posted before I go to dinner, so let's see how that goes. Sadly, the party didn't exactly go the way I wanted. Only one really important person is getting super drunk, and it is not Gumball… I'm sorry! If I write another party into this, I promise that I will try and make Gumball, Marshall, or both of them drunk.
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G.-.e-.-e.-.e-.-k: Do you have faces between the letter of your name? Anyway, I'm glad that you are drowning in cuteness! I hope you enjoy this next chapter, if you read it, too!
Silver Blue Eyed Wolf: I like your name. I thought that they were funny, too, so I'm glad that I got the intended effect. And you are right. Drunk Gumball or Marshall would be the best thing ever, and I swear to you that they will be in here at some point. Hopefully.
Alright! On with the story!
The party was, in a way, the way that Gumball thought it would be like. Loud music, crowded areas, People doing questionable things on the couches. He really did think that people would be sensible enough to not reach the stereotype. Apparently he was wrong.
Fionna didn't hesitate to separate herself from both Cake and Gumball. She was there, and then gone in an instant.
"Well, it's going to suck to try and find her again. Do you want something to drink?" Cake asked.
"Anything not spiked or alcoholic." Gumball grumbled.
Cake laughed, "Very well, I'll help you scope out the scene, and then I want to be social with people before they get wasted."Cake grabbed Gumball's hand, pulling him through the crowded first floor of the house. She appeared to know her way around, and quickly got into the kitchen, where on the counter there was quite a few cardboard box with beer labels on them. Of course. Cake let go of Gumball's hand, and went to the fridge, completely ignoring all of the liquid poison. She opened it, and leaned down to see contents.
"Hmm… There is milk, obviously water. Oh! An unopened thing of apple juice!" Cake pulled out what she promised. She dug in the cabinets and got out two cups and started pouring out the apple juice. She handed one to Gumball, of which he took a sip.
"I'm only going to be drinking kiddie drinks all night, huh?" Gumball took another sip.
Cake was in the middle of drinking her golden liquid when she quickly stopped, the sign that she had something to say. "That reminds me."
"Drinking apple juice reminds you of something?" Gumball raised an eyebrow.
"Not about the apple juice, but drinking specifically. There are a couple rules that I always have to follow if I ever go to a party, and they're pretty damn huge." Cake held up a finger, "First, never take a drink that you don't know where it came from. Normal drinks could be spiked with alcohol, or even narcotics. I almost made the mistake of doing that, and I kid you not that drink has a rape drug in it. Fionna actually beat that guy up after she found out that he tried to drug me. Basically, this one applies to both whether you plan on drinking or not."
"Okay." Was Gumball's only response.
Cake nodded, and continued, holding up another finger. "Second, and this one builds off the first rule. When you get a drink, always see or be the one breaking the seal of the bottle, can, whatevs. Anything that is left alone could be spiked, and never, ever, drink punch just left out. Even if it's in the punch bowl. It doesn't even matter if you were the one to bring it."
Gumball nodded.
Cake held up another finger. "Never leave your drink alone. Even if it was for, like, fifteen seconds, don't do it. Consider it at that point dead to you.
"And finally, do not, and I mean DO NOT let anyone take you to another room while you are drunk. I don't care if they were kind of good friends with you. NO."
"Is that all?" Gumball asked.
"It's what I can currently think of, but it's probably the best advice I could ever give you. You will live a long life with my wisdom." Cake said. She clapped a hand on Gumball's shoulders. "Just… Don't get yourself in trouble, okay? I really don't want you to be mentally scarred at your first party. Promise?"
"Promise."
"Okay." Cake downed the rest of her apple juice, slamming the cup onto the counter. By how hard it hit, she was lucky that it wasn't glass. "Alright, I'm going to wander around. You're welcome to tag along, and you're welcome to stay. Doesn't matter."
Gumball thought for a moment. "I think I'll stay, if you don't mind. I want keep on my salvation." He said, nodding towards the plastic jug of apple juice.
"Alright, buddy. Have fun. Don't be afraid to socialize either. You are at a party." With that note, Cake walked through the door they entered through to get to the kitchen, and left Gumball alone. He got another glass of juice, and drank it without saying a word. He listened to the loud music, muted by the walls, and wondered how LSP wasn't charged for it being this loud.
Gumball thought of the words that Cake had just said to him. He found it almost repetitive, but they were wise indeed. He was glad that he was being taken care of by her. She was almost literally like a mother to him, and any of their other friends. Gumball took another sip, remembering the events that had happened in the car. It was so obvious that Cake knew about his… feelings… about the famous king of the school. He should probably admit it to her, getting the "I know" comment before moving onto another topic. He actually prefers that fact that Cake is completely aware of it, instead of it being a complete shock.
Fionna, on the other hand, is going to be a completely different story. He knew that she also has a crush on Marshall. He has memories of her lashing out when something hits too hard, and the emotional impact is devastating, to her and all of those involved. He, in those moments, had a perfect understanding of how awful mood swings in the red week, the most awful of times most people, could actually be. It also did not help that the only times something horrible comes around, Fionna's in her week. Really, really, sucks.
Gumball had realized what he had just been thinking of, and did so with horror. Why would he think of that? It was such an absurd topic. Gumball pulled his mind away from that train, moving on to other topics that suited his taste, like that one recipe that he found on the internet that he's ying to try, of that one song that he needs to practice sooner rather than later.
After a while, Gumball checked the time, and noticed that he had been sitting with his thoughts for an hour. He deemed it long enough, and decided that he would follow Cake's advice and socialize. He now wondered why there was literally no one really coming into the kitchen for any reason at all. Gumball checked the beer boxes that were on the counter, and, as he expected, they were empty. No aluminum or glass in any of them. Gumball now had doubt on whether he wanted to go outside of the room.
As it so happened, Gumball didn't need to. People had now started walking into the kitchen. Gumball almost thought about hiding somewhere. As it turned out, one of the people that had entered the room was in fact Flame. He stomped his way into the room, followed by a group of guys, of which were mostly jocks. They were pushing, shoving, not exactly caring what was going on. They were sitting at a table that had been there for a while as gumball stared at them in shock. They were completely oblivious to his presence. That is, until Flame noticed him.
"Hey, Gumball! How ya doin'? Flame laughed as he stood up and walked over to Gumball.
"Good…" Gumball managed to mumble out before Flame bear-hugged him.
"That's awesome, dude. Do you want to sit with us. You know, hang out?" Gumball looked over at the group. They were all looking at Flame, all smiling and laughing. Boy, were they loud. Gumball, however, did want to be social…
"I guess." Gumball shrugged.
"Alright!" Flame wrapped his arm around Gumball's shoulders, having him sit in a chair between Flame and some other jock. Gumball, wringing his hands in his lap, felt uncomfortable in the present situation. He didn't try to start any conversations as the jocks were drinking, shouting, and pushing each other over. He was considering to brave the main areas of the house when someone had finally brought him into the conversation.
"So, what school did you go to before AAA?" A jock with wavy brown curls asked. It took Gumball a second to realize that the teen was referring to him.
"It was a really small school that you probably don't know about. It's called Acacia."
"Like after the tree?"
"Yep." Gumball wished that the conversation would send him away from being in the light, and he was begging for that to actually happen.
"So, Gumball." It was Flame talking, now. "Are you exactly interested in anyone?"
"By what context?" Gumball realized, in an instant, that he just gave the worst possible answer to his question.
"Well, is there anyone that you want to fuck?"
'Yep. worst mistake ever.' Gumball had felt his face go hot, and he could tell that it was visible because Flame's buddies were now laughing louder than they were, which Gumball thought was impossible.
"N-no, n-not at all."
"Liar!" A random jock shouted out.
"I agree." Flame leaned in closer. "So, who is it?"
Gumball regained his composure. "No one. I told you, I'm not interested in anyone.
'He can't know, he can't know, he can't know, he can't know.' Gumball was realizing that he was freaking out, and there was literally nothing that he could do about it but not make the situation tip away from his favor.
"Oh, come on. I know that look. Some girl has caught your eye. Is it Fionna?" Flame's friends were hollering, being almost childish in Gumball's opinion.
"No, it's not her."
"Than who? Not Cake, for sure. I mean, unless you wanted to get your heart broken by the knowledge that she already has a boyfriend. Unless, it's someone else entirely."
Gumball shook his head. "It's not anyone. Why can't you accept that?"
"Because at this, I have a pretty good idea that you have gaga eyes for someone, and I want to figure out who the chick is."
'Chick? Hardly.'
"Yo, Gumball." A slurred feminine voice sounded from behind him. He turned to see Fionna, swaying ever so slightly.
"Oh my glob, Fionna. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Fionna, in finishing her statement, collapsed forward, right into not Gumball, but Flame.
"Damn. She's out." Flame had his arms around her, making sure she didn't fall onto the floor.
Gumball looked at the jocks, "Do any of you guys happen to know where Cake is?"
"Is she Fi's DD?" Flame asked.
"What?"
"Designated driver."
"Oh. Yes, she is."
Flame nodded, "I think I saw her near the front of the house. Here, help me move her so I can try and pick her up."
Gumball did so, and Flame now had Fionna in his arms, carrying her bridal style. Her arm swung back and forth. Gumball looked at her face, noting that she was completely out of it. Flame said that he would be back in a little bit before he asked Gumball to open that door to the party outside the door.
Gumball felt that he was justified in fearing the immediate world outside the kitchen. The place was a mess. Cups were strewn about everywhere, people were stumbling around, and doing rather graphic things on any surface that Gumball bothered to note. He only hoped that they were using protection.
It took Flame and Gumball about ten minutes to find Cake. She was near the front of the house, talking to people who weren't entirely drunk. When she saw Flame with Fionna, she stood up abruptly, and without apparently saying goodbye, rushed over to the trio.
"What happened?" Cake asked.
"Probably had too many drinks. She walked into the kitchen and just collapsed. She's out like a light." Flame said.
Cake sighed. "Can you carry her to my car? I need to take her home. I'm ready to go, anyway." Flame nodded, and she started walking towards the door. She didn't really wait for Flame and Gumball to follow, but it wasn't like they were going to stay.
Flame had been able to successfully get Fionna to Cake's yellow bug, setting her in the back seat. Cake thanked him, saying that she and Fionna both owed him one. He told her that they didn't, and walked off, heading to the party.
The rest of the day was pretty simple. Cake had dropped Gumball before leaving to head to her own home.
Gumball, when he was inside his house. Managed to collapse on his bed in five minutes flat.
'At least Flame thinks that I'm interested in a girl.' Was all he could think before he was in the embrace of sleep.
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