uThis will be rather short.

Well, you know drill, peeps. Enjoy.

Marceline appeared from her kitchen and into the living room, carrying two mugs of hot cocoa.

"Okay, Gums," she said, handing him a mug, "Here's your cocoa."

Then, she sat down beside him on the couch, sipping from hers.

They'd been visited by Peppermint Butler barely two hours ago, and they'd discussed their plans for the future, and after they gave the butler his new suit, he left.

Gumball shifted uncomfortably beside her. Sitting next to her on a loveseat isn't exactly thrilling, since they sit so close to each other. And he even barely considered it a couch, to begin with.

Though, she considered it a couch, because for her there is no difference as loveseat and couch. A loveseat, in any case, is a smaller couch.

Marceline sipped from her hot chocolate. "...Gums, it's kinda quiet. Don't you agree?"

Gumball tilted his head towards her. "Well, it isn't evident," he replied," But if it's my opinion you ask...Yes, it is rather quiet. "

She stared at her boots. Today, she wore an orange scarf, a long black cardigan, and a yellow dress with a pattern of small orange stars. Along with her red combat boots.

"Well," she began, "It wasn't this way before."

Gumball took a big gulp of his cocoa. "Um, yes. Because we were conversing with Peppermint Butler—"

"Not before as two hours ago, dude," she snapped. "When we were alone, together. You and I were good buds, remember? You, me, and Sugar. And well, soon little Bonni was riding our coattails. Then, we—you and I, we used to talk for hours. It wasn't like this...this stupid silence."

Marceline shifted her body to face his. "Why? I don't like things to change inexplicably so suddenly. And, to feed that, you avoid the topic of talking. Did I miss something? Like, a friendly meeting or whatever? 'Cause, it's like our friendship button broke."

Gumball bit his lip, setting the mug down on the coffee table beside him. He looked down, and fiddled with his fingers. "No, you never missed anything," he replied. "I just don't know, frankly, why there's this sudden silence. I mean, it all seemed fine, until—" He looked up at her, then he looked back down, fiddling his fingers rapidly. "Nevermind, it's nothing. But I thought silence seemed nice, to you."

Marceline shook her head. "Not if it's awkward." She shifted back to her body facing forward. With one final gulp of her drink, she left the mug on the coffee table, and floated upstairs. Floating back down, she carried her bass behind her back, a tattered notebook in her hands, and a pen tucked behind her ear.

"I'm out," she stated. Then, leaning to leave a short peck on his cheek, she floated to the door. "If you won't leave soon, there's enough food in the fridge for a sandwich or two. If you leave, lock the door with the spare key under the mat and put it back. Oh, and, uhh..." she bit her lip. "I might take you up on eating burgers tomorrow, 'cause I have no plans. If you call tonight, you can confirm, KK? Bye!"

And she closed the door.

Gumball stood up, not wanting to overstay his welcome. He walked out, locked the door with the key, and placed it back under the mat. Walking out of the cave, he sighed. Maybe he would call to confirm.

Marceline sat down on the edge of a cliff, being a little past sundown by the time she'd arrived.

She tuned her bass, and strumming a few notes, she began singing one of her songs.

"Singing Radiohead at the top of our lungs

With the boom box blaring as we're falling in love

I got a bottle of whatever, but it's gotten us drunk

Singing here's to never growing up,

Call up all our friends, go hard this weekend

For no damn reason, I don't think we'll ever change

Meet you at the spot, half past ten o'clock

We don't ever stop, and we're never gonna change

Say, won't you say forever stay

If you stay forever hey

We can stay forever young

Singing Radiohead at the top of our lungs

With the boom box blaring as we're falling in love

I got a bottle of whatever, but it's getting us drunk

Singing, here's to never growing up

We'll be running down the street, yelling "Kiss my ass!"

I'm like yeah whatever, we're still living like that

When the sun's going down, we'll be racing back up

Singing, here's to never growing up

Oh whoa, oh whoa, here's to never growing up

Oh whoa, oh whoa, here's to never growing up."

She paused, sighing into the chasm.

"Say, won't you say forever stay

If you stay forever hey

We can stay forever young."

Marceline stared down at the abyss before her. A fall that high could be mortal, if anyone was stupid enough to jump off it.

Tying the bass back on her back, she floated away. "Oh, Gumball. Why are you acting so weird? It's not like anything's changed between us—oh. Oh no."

Realization hit the vampire Queen like a tidal wave. "Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no. NO WAY."

Marceline began running as fast as she could, sprinting.

She quickly got out her phone and dialed a number, but she was sent to voicemail.

"Hey, Bonni," she spoke into it, running at the same time, "It's me, Marcy...Hey, umm, I have a little situation...Yeah, I THINK YOUR FREAKING DOPEY FRIEND GUMBALL IS IN LOVE WITH ME AND I NEED HELP...Uhh...well, reply when you got time, okay? 'Cause, right now? Ha, funny story, yeah? I'm racing for my LIFE. So you better reply soon, or somebody's dying today, you know? Oh, and, you might want to tell the Candy Kingdom guards that they don't let me in until you give further notice, 'kay? 'Cause I think I might choke somebody if I don't control myself...That's all, bye!"

She hung up and ran faster. If she sprinted fast enough, she might reach her destination. Then, she dialed another number.

"Hey, dad? It's me, Marceline. I need advice. What do you do when you want to kill somebody, because you're freaking out, but you don't wanna kill them, 'cuz, they're your friend? Like, close friend?"

*Hmm...tough choice, honey. I think, that, considering it's your world, not mine...You should find the nearest tree, and ask somebody else to tie you to it, or else, you might not resist the urge. Why?*

Marceline stopped by the nearest tree, and grabbed a rope she found on the ground. "Umm...No reason," she replied. "It's just that it's happening to me now, because I'm flipping out and well...yeah, I might choke that guy, but he's my friend. That's all dad, thanks, love ya, bye."

She hung up and held the phone with one hand, carefully tying herself to the tree with the other.

o.0 Okay, what is up with Marceline? Hahaha, find out next chapter, peeps! This is gonna get exciting! ^_^