A/N: First off, sorry for all the author's notes. Second, if I could type in the bathtub and work on this story, that's the only way I'd do it. It's so much better than suffering in my hot room to work on it. You all better love me for being dedicated to this… Anyway, if you have any pairing requests, send em to my Inbox and I'll check them out! Enjoy~
The lights had long been extinguished as the couple lay in the still quiet, neither wanting to fall asleep.
"Marshall?" Gumball whispered.
"Mhn?" Marshall responded, prying his eyes open, "Yeah?"
"Do you ever think it's weird that we're both physically 18, but are, in actuality, so far apart in age?"
"No, I just worry about losing you… I've lost a lot of people in my lifetime, Gumball. I really don't want to talk about this…" Marshall sighed, turning away from Gumball.
"Marsh… I just want to understand how you feel, explain it to me... "
"Gumball, you would never understand the pain I feel. I could never ever lose… I can't talk about this," He said, pulling the covers over his shoulder.
However, Gumball was persistent, "How will you know whether I understand or not unless you tell me?"
"You just wouldn't, Gumball!" Marshall yelled, sitting up abruptly. His eyes glowed a deep red as he glared at Gumball.
Gumball looked at his palms, "I think you should leave, Marshall. If I can't ever understand something as simple as this, I don't know how our relationship would stand the test of time any how."
"Gumball…" Marshall said, reaching to cup his face.
"Don't touch me. Get. Out."
Marshall stared at him a moment before sliding slowly out of bed. He turned to look at Gumball again before unlatching his window and jumping out the window, switching to bat form for the journey home.
Gumball stared at the window for a while, wondering if he had really just forced him out over something silly like the age gap… He just wanted to know how he felt. He didn't want Marshall to feel like he was going lose Gumball. He just wanted him to understand that they had so much time before aging would even attempt at splitting them apart.
He put his face in his hands, frustrated with himself.