Gumceline Chapter 9

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I sat in Doctor Princess's office, my leg in an unnecessary cast. Vampire wounds heal up surprisingly fast, so I didn't even need the cast. But, Doctor Princess insisted, so I had to.

"Okay, Marceline, your ankle is going to be fine!" She announce when she entered the room, as if I didn't already know. Gumball was in the corner, fiddling with his thumbs and speaking to himself. His face lit up when he heard the news.

"Oh, that's splendid!" He exclaimed, clapping his hands together, "Again, I do hope you forgive me Marceline. It was extremely rude of me to-" I cut him off with my finger, not in the mood for apologizes. I just wanted to go home. I jumped out of the cold bed I was in, floating above the ground. Gumball looked like he was about to cry just then, and I just floated through the doorway, not wanting to feel bad. I did anyways.

He caught up with me as I was going back to my cave, and he strode awkwardly beside me, not saying anything. We finally made it to my house, but that didn't really make it any better. We entered silently, and I floated to the kitchen, where Fionna, Cake, and Marshall were all sitting, huddled together.

"You're alive!" Fionna exclaimed. I rolled my eyes.

"You think I would die just because I broke my arm?" I said, floating to the fridge.

"Watch it." Marshall whispered as he passed by me into the living room with Fionna and Cake. I huffed, but remained silent, taking out some cranberry juice.

"Hey, Marce-" I jumped, making the cranberry juice spill all over my counter.

"Ugh!" I exclaimed, wiping my hands off. I turned around and saw Gumball, who looked desperate.

"What?" I asked, stretching out my good arm. I stopped floating, landing hard on my feet, and stomped over to the sink for a dishrag. They was a pale white one that smelled like oranges-I have no idea why- and threw it on my disoriented counter.
"Oh..I-I am so sorry. I will help you." Gumball stuttered, exiting the kitchen and coming back with a towel.

"I remembered where the closet was." He said, beginning to wipe down the counter, and I seemed to be doing nothing to help, so I threw the rag against the floor, frustrated. My arm started to ache, and I knew it was healing, but it made me more agitated.

"Thanks." I said gruffly to Gumball, who had wiped up the mess already. He nodded in reply, knowing how upset I was.
"What did you want to say anyways?" I asked, rubbing my temple. He looked down at his hands, fiddling with his thumbs nervously. Why was he nervous anyways?

"I wanted to tell you I would knock next time." He said after a few moments. I squinted at him. It was obvious that's not what he really was going to say.

"Tell me," I pressed on, now determined, "and maybe I'll stop being so mean." I knew he didn't like my attitude and wanted me to be 'happy', so that was the perfect bribery. Tch..happy. He looked back up at me, squirming.

"Marceline, as much as I would like you to stop being, as you say, 'mean', that's what I really wanted to say." He said, beginning to turn away towards the living room doorway. I frowned and lightly grabbed his wrist. "Tell me." I demanded gently. I was having crazy mood swings, angry, sad, frustrated, and now whatever this emotion was. He stopped, but turn back to me. And we stood there for a few moments. Just standing, waiting. Waiting for what, I don't know.

"I just feel really bad. I've only been here for a short time and I've harmed you. I don't plan on staying long, so I want to make every moment with you delightful and well…I haven't done a very good job." He said quietly. I released his wrist, letting my arm fall to my side. Even if I ignored all the apologizes before, I couldn't ignore this one.

"It's fine. My arm takes a few days to heal…" I said, my voice trailing off. And then I remembered what Gumball had said.
"You don't plan on staying long?" I asked even quieter. Then he finally turned back around, his eyes sad. He shook his head slowly.

"Remember what Marshall said? I kind of abandoned my people back in Aaa…I need to go back soon before the whole kingdom goes down in flames." He put his hand on my good arm gently, as if to console me.

"Oh. I see." I said, pulling my arm away. He sighed and tried to rest his hand on my shoulder, but I receded.

"Marceline, please understand." He said, frowning. I started to walk towards my stairs.

"Yeah I completely understand." I said. I heard his let out and exasperated sigh and he grabbed my good arm's wrist. I looked back at him.

"Marceline, you are a beautiful girl and you needn't be so distraught about the thought of my departure." He said, trying to make me feel better. I felt my cheeks get hot but I also felt a bit of anger. Of course my emotions were still flipping out at the time.

"Who says I'm that distraught?" I asked, pulling my wrist away, "You just randomly came into my life and almost made my brain explode with your stupid alternate world. It's been what, three days? A week? Barely any time. I just want to go to sleep right now so leave me alone." I started to float up my stairs, not looking back at him. I floated into my room and slammed my door, followed by me collapsing on my bed, exhaling sharply. Not that it surprised me, I felt bad about what I had said. I didn't have to be so mean…and I don't want him to leave. I don't. I want him to stay forever and bombard me with his stupid science and math statements nobody cares about.

Covering my eyes with my good arm, I felt numb. My emotions just stopped working.

He is just a random stranger that came into my life. But who says that's a bad thing? Ugh why can't I think? Why do I feel this way? I continued asking myself 'Why?' questions for a while. Maybe hours, I don't know, until I finally fell into a restless sleep.

~CanibaLoohoo