Chapter Eleven
Marshall's P.O.V.
I sat next to P.B., near one end of the table at dinner. Everyone was making noise, clattering knives and forks and spoons on bowls and plates as they talked to one other.
Fionna and Cake were sitting across from me, having a mini food fight, throwing peas at each other until P.B. told them to stop. So, they started throwing peas at her, and she gave up.
After a while, Fionna stood up, holding her glass. "If I may?" She glanced around at everyone. We all nodded.
"Go on on, Baby." Cake encouraged her.
"I just want to say that I've had a great first day here in Ooo, hanging out with Cake, Marceline, Finn and Jake. I think I speak for all four Gumball, Marshall, Cake and myself when I say that we've had an amazing time in Ooo so far. Right, guys?"
"So right, Hon." Cake nodded, smiling.
"Yeah. It's been okay." I confirmed with a toss of my head.
"High praise." Fi said dryly. "What about you, Gum- where is he?"
I glanced up to see, sure enough; Bubba was nowhere to be seen. I looked around the table and saw Marceline was nearly crying, face blotchy. My thoughts immedietly jumped to Bubba's absence.
"Ah, ahem." P.B. cleared her throat. "Gumball said he wasn't hungry, and he wasn't feeling too well, and he told me he was going to bed."
There was a noise somewhere between a sob and a bitter chuckle from Marceline as she seemed to perk up. "So, we won't see him for the rest of the night?" She said hopefully.
"N-no. We won't." P.B. stuttered slightly as she replied.
So, dinner passed by fairly painlessly. I pondered what the sitiation was. I came to a few theories:
Bubba had hurt Marceline, and she got scared.
He'd hurt her and she'd gotten pissed at him.
She'd accidentally hurt him (It wouldn't be deliberatly, because she did really like him) and was really upset because of it.
They'd had a fight and she was sad.
Well, whatever way it played, I was gonna go have a few words with my darling little sister after dinner.