*Guys, super busy but I love you! So here it goes, enjoy!*
*Gumball's P.O.V*
I barged into Charlotte's room and went on a rant about have her locked up and then I looked at her shirt. Marshall Lee. I could feel the anger bottle up inside me.
"You are no longer to 'hang out' with that punk, Marshall Lee." Her face went pale. "You are to turn in your phone and B-MO will be staying elsewhere tonight." I picked him up off the floor and turned to exit. I could hear soft sobs coming off of Charlotte.
I closed the door and walked down the hall to a bewildered Peppermint Maid. "I want eight guards standing on Charlotte's balcony, she is not to go anywhere or have anyone over."
Marshall is going to get it.
*Marshall's P.O.V*
I noticed this girl at my concert last night when the fuzz came. When everyone was pushing and shoving trying to get away I picked her up and carried her away from the crowds. I wanted her to spend the night at my house, she reminded me of Fionna. I let her sleep in my bed as I hovered above the couch. She tried to creep out this morning but I stopped her.
I replayed these memories in my head when I heard a knock on my door; it was rather rude and kind of pissed me off. I lazily opened up the door to a very angry Prince Gumball. I was in shock for a moment when he walked in.
"How dare you?!" He snarled. "Why do you think that you can try to fool Charlotte into loving you?"
"What are you talking about Gum-Balls?" I chuckled at my immaturity. "And how do you know Charlotte?"
"I'm talking about my daughter!" He exclaimed looking offended. "And you play the 'Bad-Boy' Marshall; she is only sixteen for Globs sake!"
"She is yours and Fi's kid?" He asked looking disbelieved. "Where is Fionna anyways?"
I was looking out my window when Gumball ran out, I flew after him. "Gumball what happened." He stepped into the sun light.
"She's dead," He stopped in his tracks. I felt like throwing up, how could this have happened?
"This is all your fault."
*Charlotte's P.O.V*
I cried into my pillow quietly when I heard my door open.
"Charlie! Charlie!" I pulled myself together for B-MO.
"Hey B-MO," I smiled at his tiny robot voice. He pulled himself onto my bed.
"Charlie! Marshall is in danger!"
*DAMN! What should be Gumball's punishment for all you Fiolee shippers? I will try my hardest to update before Saturday! Be patient with me!*
