Marceline's P.O.V.
It was there, leaning against Gumball's chest, that I realized I had never felt more at peace, so I took the opportunity to reflect on a few things. Did I really know who I was, what I wanted?
Yes. I was Marceline Abadeer, half-dragon, half-elf rocker botanist. I wanted my brother to accept me (check!), to have my friends like me for just being me (check!), get Hambo back (check!), have Simon remember me (Ah... it's a work in progress.), and... Gumball.
He was smart (No matter how he compared himself to Bonnie.), funny (And I mean funny in a good way, not like Marsh constantly pranking people.), cute (Cute-handsome, not cute like Schwabel) and he still cared about me, even after every globdamn thing that my presence had put him through. I cocked my head slightly suddenly, considering my chances. I remembered Fionna talking to me, what seemed like ages ago, but it could've only been about a week and a half, and telling me that I shouldn't ever give up on what my heart was telling me, that I should never give up on my love for Gumball.
"What's on your mind? You look thoughtful." He gazed into my eyes.
"I think I just had an epiphany." I murmured, leaning my head on his chest again and listening to his heartbeat, which I could swear speed up a little, but I may have been imagining it, letting my imagination and hope run off with each other.
"Can I hear it?"
"I dunno. I'm thinking."
There was a silence for a few more moments as I weighed my options. 'Oh, well. It's all or nothin',' I thought. "Gumball... what, honestly, do you think of me?"
"You're really quite strange," He started, and I felt my stomach drop slightly before her continued, "And I like that you don't really care what anyone thinks. You're unique in your own way, and that's good. You're smart and funny and pretty." He normally would've blushed somewhere there, but he didn't, which surprised me."You're the most I-don't-even-have-a-word-to-describe-you-but-you'r e-great girl I've ever met." (Me being incredibly aware that he said 'girl' and not 'person'.) "In short, I l-"
Marshall came exploding through the doorway. "Guys! There's something wrong with me!"
I got up, very slowly, and walked over to him. I looked up at his face. "Hey, Marshy?" I said sweetly. He cocked his head. I slugged him across the face. He went wheeling back, through... a... wall? He floated back through the still-intact wall.
"See?!"