AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okey-dokey, my sister's wedding is in, like, five days (Easter- perfect excuse for a chocolate cake ;D) so I've barely had ANY time to type since the last post! My apologies for having a not-very-well done chapter after a dramatic cliffhanger, but I've had to do this at ludicrous speed (Hands up- who else watched Spaceballs in the past 48 hours?) on a cluncky old school computer with a semi-broken keyboard. My brother's computer died (Trojan horse on World Of Warcraft) and my mum's laptop gets kind of retarded on Google Documents, so... here you go. Bye! -milomeepit

Chapter 27

Gumball's P.O.V.

I watched Fionna disappear out the window, standing up from her practically pushing me over. I wondered idly if that was against her hero's moral code or anything.

"Uh... did I just say that out loud?" Marshall asked, his face pale. Paler than usual, anyway.

'Depends. If you mean 'I love you' to Fionna, yep." Bonnibell said 'tactfully'.

He sagged. "And I'm gonna go sit out in the sun now." He shuffled away, looking mortified.

"It'll be okay!" I called after him, then I grimaced. "Okay, one gets the feeling that they're gonna avoid each other like the plague now. Right?"

"No kidding." Bonnie agreed, turning back to her vials. "So, you want to go check on Marcy?"

"Yeah." I didn't move.

"Let me rephrase that; are you too chicken to go check on her?" Bonnie raised an eyebrow at me.

"No!" I replied, a little too quickly. "I'm trying to figure out what to say to her." I walked out, my face turning red. "Stupid Bonnie.. why's she have to know me so good..." I muttered darkly under my breath as I searched for Marcy.

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I wandered around the castle for about an hour before coming across Marcy. She was huddled in an armchair, face buried in her hands. It only took me a second to notice that she was wearing a pink tank top and light blue shorts.

"Since when does she wear pink?" I muttered under my breath.

Her ear twitched, and I was suddenly reminded of the fact that elves had supersensory hearing. She angrily mumbled something; "Stupid clothes... stupid wings... stupid tail.."

I did a little bit of a mental jigsaw before- Lightbulb...

I promptly turned of the aforementioned light before the mental image was illuminated enough to see properly, furiously blushing.

She looked up at me, eyebrow raised. "Something wrong, cupcake?"

I blushed even more at the casual pet name. "Uh.. never mind." I replied, deciding to ignore my rather inappropriate thoughts.

"Riiiiiight..." She returned to moping.

"Hey, it's okay." I, without thinking, grabbed her hand. She stared up at me. "Your friends love you for you, no matter who that is."

"And you've said that in about eight different ways now, Gumball. My friends are my friends, I know that. I just don't know who I am anymore. And before you go on a tirade of 'You're Marceline Abadeer, rocker chick botanist, blah-blah freakin' blah', know something, dude. I know that I'm still me. Okay? I get it." She turned her face away.

"No, you don't, Marcy." My throat was dry. "Otherwise you wouldn't call yourself a freak. Okay, I know I sound like a broken record, but hear me out, okay? Okay?"

"Okay..."

"Marcy, you're amazing. You're nice and you're funny and you don't let people hide themselves." I told her, looking at her face. She didn't meet my gaze. "Marceline, never let anyone tell you otherwise. You're the most wacky, fun, smart, pretty girl, and anyone would be insane to be mean to you, or think otherwise." I stopped talking, realising I may have said too much.

She looked up at me. "Are we talking in general, or just to you?"

I blinked.

She laughed and punched my arm lightly. "Dude, I'm messing with you! Me and Marsh both do that!"

"Um... I think I hear Bonnie calling me." I said quickly, reluctantly releasing her hand and walking away.

She waved after me, smiling.

I hoped she'd be okay. It was then that my mind decided to act on its own and attempt to mull over an imagined picture of Marceline, sans clothing.

So, wrestling with that, I was a little too busy to watch where I was going. Consequently, I walked off of the edge of a balcony. My legs did an accordian impression before straightening out, landing on another balcony. I half-shrugged to myself and stepped off of that one too. I landed with a soft 'boing' in front of my cousin.

"What was that?" She demanded.

"Uh, me walking?" I said in a 'duh' tone.

"Jerricho. What are you doing? You... this is nowhere near how a prince should act!"

"By whose standards?" I retorted.

"Oh, nobody important, just me. Your mother. The world."

I scoffed. "What, so I can't be me, just because I happen to be a prince?"

"That is not what I meant, and you know it!"

I poked my tongue out at her. "Well, this is me. Suck it up, Princess."

She shook her head. "Jeez, I wouldn't be surprise if you hunted up those old toys of yours- the wooden sword and shield?"

I pondered for a minute, remembering the toys she meant, given to me by Manish Man when I was only four years old. "You know what? That's actually a really good idea, Bonnie." I turned on my heel, walking towards the stairs.

"Ah!" She jumped forward, her hand reaching out vainly as I started climbing the staircase. "What have I done?" I heard her mutter as I turned the corner, trying not to laugh.

AUTHOR'S NOTE (AGAIN):

milomeepit: Okaay... wait, why am I writing this?

LoM (LadyofMischief): Because I inspired you, sister dear.

Me: Oh, okay.

Finn: Why are you doing this to Marcy?

milomeepit: 'Cause I can. And it makes for good reviews. People luuurve the drama of Marcy not knowing who she is... (Shoves laptop screen at his face) See?

Finn: (Jumps back) Ah, I see...

Gumball: What's your deal?

milomeepit: Gumball. (Shakes head in time with words) Gumball, Gumball, Gumball. You don't quite get it, do you?

Gumball: Uh, no. That's why I'm asking you. Duh...

milomeepit: It's okay, you don't have to wait long for your turn for me to screw with your character, too!

Gumball: Wait, WHAT?!

milomeepit: And I'm sorry, but that's all we have time for. It's been a pleasure having you on the Author's Note, but now, I think I gotta finish this before someone kills me for being annoying or my sister sues me for copyright.

Gumball: (As milomeepit closes her laptop) Crazy lady...