AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, thank you, Undeniable Weirdness, I'll pass it on, and I may be able to at least get rid of the chopstick and type with my hands.

:) To set the feel of it, when Marcy starts singing, put on Truly, Madly, Deeply by Cascada. It was the first dance at the wedding (If you don't know what I'm talking about, YOU, m'dear, obviously have not been paying attention in earlier Author's Notes!), and it's been stuck in my head for... I can't be bothered actually counting the days, but since March 30th, so HERE! Does this appease you, Gods Of The Catchy Song?!

(Kiss pose stolen COMPLETELY from Swan Lake)

(DEREK AND ODETTE FOREVER!)

Gumball's P.O.V.

I walked around the tree, musing to myself about my surroundings. I noticed a piece of paper lying on top of the bass, and I picked it up. It unfolded as I picked it up, and I found myself staring into my own eyes.

A sketch of me covered most of the page, but here and there were words and phrases, most of them seemingly relating to me; 'baking', 'my world lights up from a smile, maybe we could hang for a while?' 'saw a photo and since been crushing on this prince.'

'What the... it's... no, it can't be... actually... what?!' As you can see, my brain was taking very sophisticated and logical paths to try and process this.

I studied for a moment the detail in the sketch of me. It was, quite clearly, me when we'd been gardening in her little greenhouse. There was a happy expression on my face, a little dirt on my cheek from when she'd tossed dirt at me and some of it had fragmented upwards, There was a tiny, tiny dimple on my other cheek, one that I had trouble finding in a mirror, even after living with it for almost 19 line was gently pulled across the paper with obvious care, every so often overlapping with the lyrics she'd been writing.

I carefully folded it back in half, smoothing the line neatly. I tucked the paper under the strings of the bass and carried it carefully back to Marceline. "Here you go."

"Thanks." She flashed a dazzling smile at me, and my head snapped to a mental image of the paper again.

"N-no problem." I replied.

"Um... oh, did you see my lyric sheet?" She asked, seemingly suspicious, but, considering this was Marcy, whether me seeing it was planned.

"Um... yes." I said quietly.

She cocked her head, thinking for a moment. She patted the log next to her. "Sit down, Gumball?" She asked.

I complied, and she stood, picking up her bass. "It's still a work in progress, but I've been writing a song... you wanna hear it?"

"Yeah, of course." I smiled.

She plucked at the strings a little and cleared her throat. "It's called The Candy Confession, okay? Um..."

She started playing, a sweet melody of notes that melded together into a harmony. I listened intently, enthralled. Not even Marshall could play like that, and he was the best performer I knew. She started singing;

"In a whirl of life,

I was in so much strife,

My head was full of bad stuff,

My ears and eyes full of fluff.

It was no wonder,

My world was torn asunder.

I saw a photo and since,

I've had a crush on this prince.

I've heard he likes baking,

Is there another girl he's dating?

I have a life of horrid times,

But for me, he makes the sun shine.

I leave behind who I pretend I am,

Being myself, with him I can.

He lights up my whole world

With a simple little smile,

He's the one I love,

Maybe we could hang for a while?

Never mind what's happening

With me and my brother,

I wanna be with this prince,

For me there is no other...'

She looked at the ground.

There was a silence for a few moments before I slowly brought my hands together, quietly clapping as she glanced up at me, eyes brimming with tears of emotion and face bright red from a glowing blush.

"Y-you liked it?" She asked disbelievingly.

"Of course I did. It was amazing. It had a really nice tone to it." I said after a small pause.

Her eyes flickered for a moment, her shy, emotional, embarrassed state wavering to show a rather disappointed, almost angry face. "You... you... did you understand it?"
"Um..." I said.

She deflated slightly. "I... I... I don't believe this. But, hey, who was I kidding, anyway?" She laughed a little. "'There's no way you can't do this if you try, Marcy! He likes you, anyway, trust me! He'll love you for you.' Shame on me for listening to a kid Finn's age. How could I believe it? Fionna's good at making that happen, I guess." She looked up at the sun through the hole in the tree canopy. " But you're a prince, and I'm just a mixed-breed, scaly, fire-breathing bottomfeeder. I mean, who am I kidding? Maybe your mom was right, I'm not good enough to shine your fancy shoes." Tears started falling from her eyes. "I'm some form of mud you stepped in, and I guess it is about time you shoes were cleaned. Glob, that sounds even stupider than I was, and that's hard."

I, for my part, had been surprised into silence, frozen by my shock at her outburst. I stood up, grabbing her shoulder. "Marceline! Stop it."

She looked at me. "Right. Before His Highness sets the banana guards onto the crazy chick."

"No, that's not it at all! I hate hearing you talk about yourself like that! I don't care what status in the order of whatever you are! You're you, Marceline, and that's why I..." I trailed off for a moment, as she looked at me, with eyes as innocent and confused as a three-year-old. I sighed and touched her wing, gently pulling it out and around so she could see it. I brushed my hand along her wing. "See this? This wing? This, smooth, scaly, sleek, purple-black wing?" I whispered.

"Y... yeah?" She breathed, eyes wide.

"It's amazing. By simple association. It's a part of you, and I accept and love every part of you, Marceline." I fully realised what I'd said, and, for once, I didn't wish I could curl into a little ball and hide under a rock.

She blinked. "You love... every part of me?"

"Each and every part, from your wingtips to the tail. You're kind and compassionate, but you don't let people walk all over 'll stand up for your friends and what you believe in. You're beautiful, and you can sing, and you're witty, and funny, and I... there are so many words that I can think of to describe you, and yet none of them fit right, because they don't half describe you. No word I have come across does you justice." I boldly ran my fingers up from her wing along her shoulder and up her throat to brush against her cheek, cupping her face against my palm as I leaned in slightly-

There it was. The world sparkled behind my eyelids for a few moments, and all I could feel, all around me, was the feeling of Marceline. I felt her hand tentatively find a place on my shoulder, and I cupped my hand behind her head, feeling her hair slide through my fingers.

I pulled away from her finally, searching her face for any sign of discomfort or regret. She looked as blissful as I felt, and I smiled, thinking that mine and Marceline's mutual confession had certainly gone better than Marsha-

"Oh, crap!" I moaned, slapping a hand to my forehead.

"What's wrong?!" She demanded immediately. "Are you okay?"

"For the present moment. Marshall may kill me. Actually, scratch that, he will kill me." I explained what had happened before with Marsh and Fionna.

She winced. "Ouch. I should talk to him..." She grabbed my hand and took off, pulling me through the forest.

As we ran, my phone beeped twice. I pulled it out and there was a text from Bonnie.

Hey, there's a small problem with Aunt Elizabeth. She wants to talk to you, NOW. What do you want on your gravestone? Text me back ASAP!

My thumb flew over the keypad. I'll be there soon, but me and Marcy have to talk to Marshall. Its really important!

But she's going to crack it when she hears that she's being put second! I don't wanna die with you!

STALL HER!

How?

I don't know, ur the smart one!

I hate you some days, Jerricho.

Luv u 2, cuz, now go talk to my mother dearest.

Fine, but no need to be sarcastic...