Chapter 4 Race car
"MARSHALL LEE, OPEN THIS DOOR BEFORE I KICK IT OFF ITS HINGES!" A little girl's scream yelled, he couldn't help but smile at the fact she's so eager to see him.
"Coming!" He said calmly. As Fiona was about to kick the door down he opened it to a foot in his face, he may have been floating at the time but was knocked to the ground by her brute strength."Ow." He said menacingly.
She just smiled.
"Better luck next time, blood sucker!"
"Hey that's uncalled for!" He said floating towards the hard red couch, gripping his nose in pain.
"Did it really hurt that much?"
"Well you were expecting to kick my door down in anticipation to see me." He said winking at her.
"Yea right, I just couldn't take Cake talking about how I should be spending more time with someone like Gumball, and how in the world I could make friends with her greatest fear." Fiona said clearly annoyed by the subject. She chose not to sit on the uncomfortable couch and just sat on the floor in front of his television.
"So you left her talking to herself, like some crazy lady, in the tree house?" He said floating/sitting on the couch.
"No, she chose not to come and went to see her boyfriend." She said playing with some of her free hair.
"So you brought you recorder, thingy?" He asked getting up to grab his axe bass.
"I actually totally forgot it at the house." She said embarrassed and blushing a light pink at her idiocy.
Why are you so cute, Fiona? Marshall thought as he floated back towards the couch.
Fiona could feel him looking at her and couldn't do anything blush as she idly twisted loose hair strands into a tiny braid.
"Wanna play a video game?" He asked breaking the awkward silence.
"Sure, what games do you have?" Her face turned back to its natural color as she got up to sit next to him. Trying to get comfortable on the couch she asked, "Got any racing games?"
"Sure, just gotta find it first, wanna help?"
"Aye, aye cap-i-tan!" She yelled, making her way to his closet. "Found it!" Fiona said grabbing a small game console and random video games from a box on his closet floor. Marshall wanted to help but couldn't stop himself from staring at… *cough cough* "How many games did you find?" he asked finding his confidence.
Fiona started rummaging through his closet, and finding some pretty funny junk.
"What type of junk do you gots in here dude?" She said looking at a box labeled "random junk".
"Listen here, girly," Marsh said yanking the box from its supposed hiding place. "That box is fer my eyes only. Now grab the games and get yerself down there before I get overly protective."
"Whatever dude, just wanted to know what was in there that's all." She grumbled going down the stairs into the living room.
That was close. He thought closing the closet doors. Note to self hide "Random Junk" box, definitely CAN'T risk her finding the contents of THAT box…
"Dude, you've got games even I haven't heard of! And what does PS3 stand for anyways?" Fiona asked putting the wires in their correct places.
"Play Station 3, just some random console your ancestors made for bored children and weird adults." He said plugging in the controllers to recharge them." you can watch movies and if it still works, you can do an internet"
Once the PS3 was working correctly Fiona grabbed the second player controller and sat next to him (again) trying to get comfy.
"So, whad'ya wants to play?"
She ended up choosing Street Fighter.
"How do you keep killing me? When just 5 seconds ago you had no idea which button does what!" Marshall said angry at the noob he was playing against.
"Beginner's luck, I guess."
"Beginner's luck, MY ASS! PWNED!" Marshall yelled as he jubilantly.
Fiona looked at his face sorrowfully; he smiled a big teethy smile back. She grumbled before trying to yank his controller from him, which resulted in them wrestling and falling to the floor in a big heap. Out of breath and with Fiona weighing him down enough to be on the floor he couldn't help looking into her eyes, He lifted his hand to where the back of her neck met her hair and pulled her closer still, only centimeters apart. They closed their eyes expecting to feel the impact of their lips touching when there was a loud knocking.
Marshall tried to disregard the sound but it just became louder and more anxious until the once perfect moment was once again, sadly, lost.
Fiona blushed a delicious deep red when she realized he was pulling her closer and she wasn't resisting the urge to mold into his unearthly skinny body. She finally pulled ay when the familiar voice of the long awaited Gumball screamed.
"Marshall, I know you're in there!" Marshall couldn't stop himself from hissing at the doorway when Fiona backed away from his embrace.
When he finally opened the door he was pulled outside by a pink hand and made to close the door.
"What's this about?" Marshall asked. Jamming his hands into his pant pockets angrily. Gumball looked slightly ruffled as he tried to get out what he wanted to say."Well?"
"You love Fiona, Right?" He said bluntly.
"I guess," Marshall stated, slightly taken aback. "What's it too you?" Marshall said looking at the doorway. He herded Gumball towards the side of the cave where he knew Fiona couldn't hear.
"Well I just think Fiona would have a fuller life if she were to be with you rather than I. For you're more adventurous while I'm-"
Lady-like, cowardice, weak, "Always getting saved by her." Marshall intruded.
"Exactly, but I have one condition."
"Which is?" Marshall asked anxious.
"Never tell her how much I really love her."