A/N This time I decided to play around a little and switch the positions. So Enjoy!

Gumball's Version

"MARSHALL LEE, GET BACK HERE YOU OAF!" I yell as I run after the four year old, black haired boy.

"Not if you catch me first!" says Marshal sticking his tongue out and running around the nursery without his shirt on.

I run after him with his shirt in my hand avoiding the toys on the floors that Marshall set as traps, until I step on a discarded lego.

"Augh! Muffins and cupcakes!" I swear rubbing the bottom of my feet.

"Malshall played you!" giggles Fiona as the rest of the children laugh at me and cheer for Marshall.

"Not for long." I sneer

"GO Malshall!" cheers Fiona a long with the others

"Fiona, don't cheer for him!" Cake scolds from the corner

Fiona glares at her sister before throwing a lego at her. "Shut up!"

"Ow!" says Cake

And the next thing I know Fiona and Cake launch at each other fighting and pulling each other hair.

"Girls! Girls! Enough, stop it!" I say keeping the two sisters away from each other when I hear the sound of glass breaking.

"MARSHALL!" I yell

"It wasn't me!" he yells back

I look back at Fiona and Cake, after making sure that they won't claw each other's eyes out I go and run to the kitchen. There I see Marshall standing on a chair reaching for and apple on the counter and broken pieces of glass scattered below him. "Oops!"

"Marshall Lee Abadeer." I say slowly trying to calm my nerves, "What in sugar pies happened here, may I ask?"

"Nothin'." He says before quickly snatching an apple then jumping down and running out of the kitchen from the other door.

"Marshall, stop running around and put your shirt on!" I yell as I run after him.

"Never!" he laughs

Fortunately luck is on my side. Marshall trips on the toys he had set for me and falls hard on his face, his apple rolls away. Immediately I take hold of the opportunity and jump him.

"AHA! Finally caught you!" I say as I lock him between my legs while getting his shirt ready.

"Help! Help! I have been caught by the beast! He's gonna kill me with rules and boredom!" calls Marshall

"Oh shut it Marshall!" I say while struggling to put his shirt on, "I swear to bubble gums and chocolates if I had the power I would skewer you and feed you to the flying monkeys."

Marshall looks up at me with a serious face and whispers slowly, "You. Wouldn't. Dare."

I stare at him, taken aback, not sure how to respond. But when I open my mouth to speak Marshall screams,

"Attack!"

And the next thing I know all the children are all over me, I fall on my back and my hold on Marshall loosens.

"Marshall!" I yell

I hear Marshall laugh, then say, "Once again, the Vampire King has over powered the pink old man!"

After an hour of struggle of getting Marshall to bed so the rest of the children will follow him and go to sleep too. Marshall finally surrenders and sleeps. I, too, after a long day of running after him, lie on the floor beside the sleeping children and take a nap.

I am having a nice dream filled with candy, sugar, and cake when I hear the sound of running water. I crack one eye open and listen carefully to make sure I am not imagining things. The sound of running water doesn't stop. Slowly I sit up and feel my bones cracking, I stretch to ease the stiffness in my muscles then notice Marshall is not in his spot. Nor is his sleeping matt.

I sigh and rub my temple then I stand up and make my way to the washroom. I halt halfway, though, when I see Cake snuggled in with Marco. So I pull her out of Marco's sleeping matt and put her in her own. After that I continue my way to the washroom. Slowly I open the door to find a stark naked Marshall putting his clothes in the washing machine along with his sleeping matt.

"You wet your bed?" I ask

Marshall looks at me surprised and his face turns red with embarrassment.

"I...I didn't. It's orange juice." He stutters

I walk in and close the door behind me. Smiling I help Marshall put his dirty laundry in the washing machine properly then turn it on.

"Don't tell anyone…please?" he whispers quietly looking down at his feet

I crouch down and run my hand through his soft black locks, "Tell them what? That their mighty leader peed his pants and then secretly tried to hide the evidence?" I mock

Marshall glares at me his eyes wet with tears, "Don't! I didn't do it! I…I…"

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. But I told you, didn't I? That if you drink juice before you go to bed you'll pee at night. And did you listen to me?"

Marshall turns his head and looks away pouting.

"You don't regret it do you?"

Marshall keeps his head away and avoids eye contact.

I sigh and say, "Whatever. Come on now let us get you cleaned up."

Marshall grins widely then runs to the bath tub and says proudly, "I already got the water running."

I smile and follow him to the tub where I crouch down beside him then test the water temp. "Marshall this water is cold."

"Vampires are cold blooded" he grins

"Yes, but I'm not going to sit here and watch your skin turn blue from the cold." I say as I pull the plug to drain the cold water then fill the tub again with warm water.

We watch the tub fills up slowly and silently until Marshall slowly speaks up, "Did you really mean it? When you said you will feed me to the flying monkeys. Are you really going to do it?"

I look at him to find fear in his wide red eyes, instantly guilt eats me and my conscious scolds me.

"No I didn't." I say softly, "I will never feed you to the flying monkeys, Marshall."

"Really?"

"Yes. Really."

I see a small smile grow on his face before he looks at me and asks, "Gumball, do you hate me?"

"Why would you ask that?"

"Because I'm always causing trouble, and…and making you mad…and you always yell at me."

"Marshall I don't hate you, I never did and I never will. It's actually quite the opposite, I love you very much."

"Even when I don't listen to you, and when I set traps for you?"

"Yes, Marshall Even when you don't listen to me and when you set traps for me. I will always love you."

The smile on Marshall's face grows wider then he steps towards me and wraps his small arms around my neck giving me a hug. Marshall rarely gives hugs so I grasp this opportunity and hug him back pulling his small frame towards me. I notice his grip on me tightens as if he is afraid of letting go, so I tighten my grip on him too. Reassuring him and telling him that I'll never go away.

"I'm sorry I'm a bad boy." He whispers

"Don't Marshall. Don't apologize, you're not a bad boy you're a good boy."

When I pull Marshall away he surprises me as he leans in and kisses my lips, "I…I love—you…too." He says as his face turns red.

~the End~

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