Gumballs P.O.V.

Morning light burned into my face. My eyes, especially.

I saw Peppermint butleress beside my bed, smiling. "Time to get up, Prince!" The bright woman purred to me, a hand patting the front of my left cheek. I simply groaned, and turned. Adorable little dwaddling footsteps followed my face, and whined. "Prince Gumball, you can't lay in bed all day." My friend scolded me, and I turned again.

Tap tap tap!

I immediately sat up, making my butler jump and flinch. A hazy blush on my face I got up, and ran to the window, looking around and raising a brow slowly, I pressed my cheek to the glass, and with an admittedly odd looking face looked around. I heard a rather.. attractive laugh, and jumped as Marshall pressed his nose to the glass opposite side of where my own face was. I.. was in his shirt. He'd obviously not noticed yet, because he was still laughing, holding his axe bass. "Marshall!" I squeaked nervously, watching the vampire as he laughed, his shoulders moving slightly. He was so.. cute. I blushed at my thoughts and crossed my arms, hearing the door close after my butler left us together. Well.. technically Marshall was still outside but- Yeah.

I frowned at the male leaning against my window, a glare in my pink eyes. He was talking, but I barely could hear him. I stepped forward, and unlatched the golden lock on my door windows to my terrace, raising a brow. Marshall-Lee stepped inside and stared at me, with a confused sort of look to his face. 'That's my shirt.' He pointed at my chest, pressing his grey finger to it. I pushed away his hand nervously, and slowly nodded. "Y-Yeah. Care to explain why it was in my closet, Marshy?"

Okay, that wasn't necessary.. I had a bit of harshness there. Maybe a bit of a hiss or something, because the king had noticed, and stepped forward. 'How can I be sure you didn't take it, Princey?' he'd bared his fangs slightly, and crossed his arms. God. He had to be so fucking attractive..

"Steal your shirt? How would I.. are you implying I'd stoop so low as to come to your house at night and wait for you to sleep- to take your shirt?!" I asked, with a sort of offended tone. Like I'd be so creepy as to take his shirt like that in the middle of the damn night, while he slept. He almost looked offended himself, opening his mouth to say something before I heard my little cinnamon bun sweetie run in. "Prince Gumball!" She squealed, running to me and hugging my legs. I only smirked, and picked her up, listening to Marshall.

Marshall's P.O.V.

I'd fallen asleep after getting home last night. Done the regular routine, woken up, taken a shower, brush my teeth and hair.. you know. usual stuff!

And then I'd headed over to Gummys. Now, what I'd done before that had made me a little sad. I'd raced over to Fionna's, and knocked on her windows for about twelve minutes, before I realized she wasn't there. Cake wasn't there. No one but those weird-ass caterpillar things were there. I'd made my way over to my other friends house hoping he'd be helpful, but when I tapped on the window, he'd jumped up and ran over so fast I went down, thanks to my drills I practiced at night. Then I realized, it was morning. I flew up immediately, and put my nose to the glass, where Gumball's face was smushed. I almost dared to kiss the cool glass where his adorable little antic filled mouth was.

I waved, and laughed some before talking. "Hey gummy bear! Watcha doin? Trying to make a pan with your face to make pancakes?" I was gonna use his love for baking as humor, but he only glared. He didn't seem to hear me. Before I noticed, I stood in his doorway looking at his shirt with a small smirk. "That's my shirt." I scoffed, shoving my hands into my pockets and watching the pink male. He'd said something about why it was there, and with a rather rude voice. "How can I be sure you didn't take it, Princey?" Ooh, it felt good to call him that. 'Steal your shirt? How would I.. are you implying I'd stoop so low as to come to your house at night and wait for you to sleep- to take your shirt?!' hahaha.

So it /was/ wrong for me to occasionally drop by and watch him sleep and sometimes jack off to fake imaginations of us.

That made so much fucking sense.

"W-Well, yeah! You sure seemed to enjoy it last night!" I came back with a frown, flashing a red eyed glare to the cute little candy person in Gumballs arms. I could be there. That was my place. 'Last night..? When we're you ever here last night?' The candy prince asked, suddenly turning to me. He put down his friend, and shooed her off, beginning to corner me.

'Marshall-Lee, are you watching me or something?'