*Guys, guys. I'm sorry. It's not even Theater tournaments anymore, my dad… he took away the Wi-Fi. I cannot update from home and I'm updating from my aunt's house without her knowing. Guys I don't even have cable. Take pity on me.*
*Charlotte's P.O.V*
I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks as Cake carried me away. Marshall being fried up by the sun was my entire fault. Why did I feel this way? I only met him the other night. I let out a sob that shook my whole body. Auntie Cake held me closer to her as a form of comfort. I was grateful for it the entire time we walked back home. Home. Ugh. Home to me was the entire Kingdom made out of sugary candy sweets; Home was banana guards looking after me constantly like my father's watchful eyes. I could feel the fatigue sweep over me and I feel asleep almost instantly.
…
"Charlie," I heard a smooth voice that shook me softly as I slept. "Wake up."
"Wha-" I sat up and wiped the tired out of my eyes with the back of my hand. As I was about to protest some more, a finger was pushed up against my lips to silence me. Opening my eyes wider to help adjust them to the dark, Marshall Lee was smiling right at me.
*Gumball's P.O.V*
Cake carried up Charlie to her bedroom and I stayed in the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of wine. I uncorked it and took a big swig. Cake re-entered the kitchen and let her arm stretch over and pull a glass out of the cabinet. When she held it out to me I poured it into the glass.
"Honey pie," She began gently. "How long is Charlie going to be grounded?"
I took a swig. "Till' she's about fifty,"
"You know you can't keep her locked up forever, right?" She asked me with a cocked eye brow. "She's just as wild and foot lose as her mother."
"Yeah," I sniffed and sighed. "But Cake, I have no clue what to do." I need Fionna.
"What Charlie needs is someone to keep her in shape, like a honey man." Cake mused to herself.
"That's a fantastic idea Cake!" I yelled startling her enough to make a bit of her wine pour out onto the floor.
"What?" She asked shaking the wine off her hand.
"I will find Charlie a Fiancé, or at least someone of my choosing!"
*Ugh. Okay so I feel like shit for not updating, but I've been so friggen busy in school and shit. Not to mention fucking projects. I'm barley passing math guys. But I think whenever school starts all authors stop updating often… Fucking school.*
