Chapter Twelve
Marceline's P.O.V.
After dinner, I was floating up above the doorway, planning a way to scare Finn to cheer myself up. Marshall flew up to me and cocked his head. "What happened to you?" He asked.
Wierdly enough, he actually seemed to care. Probably worried that I'd damaged his spy. "Since when do you care?" I sniffled, my body betraying me as I remembered to the look on Gumball's face as I'd flown away.
"Come off it. I'm tryin' to be nice here!" He complained. "Now, come on. What happened?"
"Fine. If you really have to know, you stupid, blunt-fanged hipster farmboy loser, Gumball and I had a fight, okay? You happy now that you've picked my brains?" I snapped.
"Yeah, actually." He started to float up stairs, but I grabbed his arm.
"Dude, Bonni mentioned that you were staying in the red guest room, which I know for a fact is waaaaaay down thattaway." I pointed in the direction of the other end of the castle.
"Duh, I'm not going to my room. I'm going to check on Bubba. C'mon." He took my hand and led me upstairs, where we floated into Gumball's room, hovering over the window.
"Why are you bringing me up-" I started, but Marshall hissed at me to turn invisible as Gumball came back in, fiddling with his collar.
He started to unbutton his shirt, but then he stopped. He looked between the clothes he was wearing and the chest of drawers in front of him a few times before groaning and flopping onto the bed. He yelled furiously into his pillow for a little bit, and then I thought maybe he'd fallen asleep, but I soon discarded that ideal when I saw his shoulders shaking. I realised he was crying and I wanted to throw up.
What was wrong with me? He had, and maybe still did, if I was incrediblly lucky, really cared about me. And I'd gone on this crazy, psycho tirade on him just because he'd thought my singing was nice, stopped to listen, and then wanted to find out who was singing. I swallowed, the light grey-blue colour that remained in my face draining away. It served me right if he hated me.
"I think we've both seen enough." Marshall said softly, taking me by the elbow and leading me away as I threw one last, desperate glance back at the crying boy on the bed.