A/N: so I've decided that i'll update every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I may not update on Wednesday all the time, but I'll for sure update Monday and Friday. Also, keep in mind that I really have no idea where I'm going with this. :p

*Gumball's POV*

After last night with Marshall, I felt different. It was kinda weird because I felt like I needed Marshall all the time now. The sun was about to set, so that meant Marshall would be here any minute. He said to wear something comfortable. I decided with my pink t-shirt with a picture of a gumball machine on it, and a pair of pink skinny jeans. I heard a tapping at my window. I go to see what's making the noise, only to find nothing.

"Hello?" I called out. I walked on to my balcony...nothing. I shrugged and went back inside, only to find Marshall standing right in front of me. I jumped back, startled by how close he was.

"Sorry, Gumball." he smiled. "Are you ready to go?" he asked me.

"Yep, I even took your advice and wore something comfy." I smiled. He chuckled, probably because of my choice of color.

I got on his back and we were off. "Were are we going? Or do you not know again?" I laughed.

"We're going to my house really quick, and then the rest is a surprise." he said. I usually liked surprises, but when it came to Marshall, not so much. We arrived to his house and he motioned for me to come in. I'd been here a couple of times before, but never have I seen it so tidy and nice looking.

"Wow, the last time I was here, this place looked a lot different." I said, laughing.

"Well, everyone needs change every once in a while. I guess I just got sick of being a lazy ass." he chuckled. I laughed as well, and took a seat on the couch.

"Why did we need to come here, anyway?" I asked him.

"I need to get my bass." he said. Oh no. I knew exactly what Marshall had in mind; a concert. It's not that I didn't like the music, it's just that I didn't like the people attending the concert. They were always so rough, including Marshall. I was going to protest, but I decided against it. I didn't want to make Marshall feel bad when he was only trying to do something nice.

He came out of his room a couple minutes later. "Let's go!" he said, excitedly. I smiled and hopped on his back.

Ten minutes later, we arrived at this weird club. There wasn't even a sign on it or anything, it just looked like a vacant building. He set me on the ground and motioned me to come inside. When I got inside, I was really confused. It WAS a vacant building. There were chairs scattered everywhere and it looked like it was a bar once.

"Uh...Marshall, why are we here?" I kind of felt scared, but even Marshall wouldn't do something to hurt me...at least I hope not.

He laughed. "It's a concert. I'm the performer, you're my audience." he smiled. I laughed, shakily. This was weird, but I decided I'd go along with it.

I sat on a chair and he got up on a little stage thing. He tuned his bass and began.

Oh boy, have you seen my head?
I've lost my mind til I forget
And oh boy, have you seen my heart?
It's beating so loud, I'm falling apart.

Was this about me?

Only you can bring me back to life
Only you can pull me into right
Tell me when I can breathe again

This song was definitely about me, I could just tell. But it felt...nice. The butterflies in my stomach wouldn't go away.

Say you love me too
Say you love me too

My heart skipped a beat. Did Marshall...love me? No. Maybe this song wasn't about me. But maybe it was. I was crying and I didn't even realize it. It was at this point that Marshall stopped.

"...are you okay?" Marshall asked, worriedly. Was I? I didn't know. There was a lot of things that I didn't know about right now. But I did know one thing.

"I love you too, Marshall." I said.

A/N: Don't hate me! See you Wednesday (: