My Li'l Gummypuss – Chapter V – A Carrie x Gumball Fan Fiction
Friday. The last day of the weekdays, as usual, nothing special happened yesterday, just the painful avoidance of lovers from each other.
Carrie's POV
"Oh no…ohnonono…" I said to myself as I searched every inch of my school bag, but suddenly Allen came by and asked:
"Hey Carrie, whatcha lookin' for?"
"My… My assignment, the one due right now."
"Oh, the 20 page essay about the guy who made the Printing Machine?"
"Yeah, that one, I think I left it at home, maybe I can teleport back real quick and—"
The bell rang and Miss Simian came crashing in with a messy and little damaged folder where she will record the projects and whatnot.
"Shoot, sorry Carrie…" Allen says.
We go back to our proper seats and I start praying that she somehow forgot that the deadline is today. She sits down on the desk, puts the folder down and opens the absentee list. She's about to check the attendance, but I can't teleport right now, she'll have my head if so.
"Allen!"
"Present."
She continues to call the names of those present in the room with her raspy voice while I brainstorm ideas to get out of class.
How about right after she checks my attendance, I ask permission to go to the bathroom and make a small trip back home to get my project and go back… Yeah that'd work.
"For the last time… Carrie!"
"Uhm… Present."
"… Pay attention."
Damn, I didn't know she was calling me, I was so focused on thinking of ideas that I couldn't hear her, well… now's my chance.
"Uhm… Miss Simian?"
She tilts her head in my direction and looks me straight in the eye.
"M-May I go to the bathroom?"
She tilts her head away.
"… No."
All hope is lost, I can't afford to risk teleporting now, I guess I'll have to fail History class. Dammit.
"Class! As all of you may know, today is the deadline of your twenty-page essay that tackles about the Printing Press…"
So long, and goodnight.
"… This written work will serve as forty percent of your grade, I know it may seem a bit much, but deal with it."
She chuckles as she says that last phrase.
"Now. I will call you one by one for your work, and I remind you, don't try to reason with me, if your dog ate your homework, I don't care, I only care if you have something to pass."
One by one? Couldn't she have just ordered us to pass it forward and learn of our consequences once she finds out said project is missing?
"Allen."
He floats up from his chair with a stapled twenty-page paper tied to his string and carries it to the desk.
"Bobert."
Oh crap, I'm next, whatamIgonnadowhatamIgonnado…
"Carrie."
I walk to her table empty handed, my heart gatling with anxiety and fear. She looks at me with a serious and confused look.
"So? Where is it?"
"I-I left it at home… by accident… I really thought I put it in my bag I—"
"Stop! Detention! I've told you… No Reasoning!"
"But-"
"Do I make myself clear?"
"…"
"Yes, Ms. Simian…"
I take the walk of shame back to my seat. I whisper under my breath "…bitch…" and thankfully nobody heard it. Dammit, two hours detention… I hope I spend it alone.
Two hours later.
Gumball's POV
"Dude…"
"What?" Darwin replies.
"I think I left my homework at—"
"What!? So that whole time I was helping you where I could've been doing something else, it was all for nothing?!"
"y-yeah…" I reply with an embarrassed look on my face.
He stares me down with disappointment and anger.
"…May Ms. Simian have mercy on your soul."
The bell rings. Inevitably Gumball suffers the same fate as Carrie. Neither of them know they'll be spending their detention together yet.
Dismissal time.
Omniscient POV
Gumball makes it to the detention room first as it has become routine for him to go to this room. The room has been cleaner and less hostile as the bullies who spent their time here have managed to get themselves expelled for taking their mischiefs too far by smoking marijuana and doing lines of cocaine in the school janitor's room, uncovered of course by janitor, Rocky Robinson.
The room wasn't the familiar yet disturbing grunge brown look it had when Gumball and Darwin were sentenced in said room, but it was repainted a clean white with late afternoon sunlight illuminating through the windows giving it a cozy orange look.
The cat takes a seat in the back and pulled out his phone in order to text his mom "mom, I got detention again, will be home late". He produces a deep sigh and puts his phone back so he doesn't get in too much trouble. The CCTV in the corner of the room didn't seem to have enough field of view to make out the figure of the phone, so Gumball was safe.
Carrie makes her way to the room and notices Gumball sitting in the back and recoils, but she knows that her absence may have her expelled. So she breathes in and exhales, and walks into the room. Gumball notices and sits properly instead of the comfortable yet somewhat-rude sitting position he was in a few moments before, and faces sixty degrees to the left from her. Carrie avoids eye contact and takes a seat in the opposite side of Gumball but far in the front. Both of them with hearts racing but not making it evident by keeping their composure.
Fifteen minutes in the dead silent room, and neither of them let up, it felt like an eternal standoff, they both felt the strong air of cold and awkwardness in the room. Breathing seemed to be a trouble for both of them as they felt that they had to control it to an even pace for some reason. Finally, the door broke the silence and a synchronized exhale of relief is heard across the room, the two blush.
It was Miss Simian walking in with the same folder that holds the records of assignments, projects and written works.
"Gumball, move to the front." She said, surprisingly calmly.
"Yes, Miss Simian."
"Carrie, sit next to Gumball."
"W-What?"
Gumball and Carrie were surprised, the two had their faces painted a light red and Gumball scratched the back of his head while looking the other direction.
"Sit next to Gumball, I need to tell you two something."
"Oh… ok."
She moves to the seat next to him and tensions are worse than before.
"Okay. Listen up. You two are the only ones who didn't pass the twenty page essay that I asked you for last Wednesday. Unfortunately, I can't fail you immediately due to …issues… and now I'm in a position where I have to make up a remedial project that's supposed to pass both of you."
Gumball was overjoyed, this was his chance to redeem himself, but his little piece of heaven was cut as his anxiety kicked in on how we was gonna do this, Carrie might not give in, she might not have forgiven him yet.
Nevertheless, Gumball wanted to show her that she was for him and he was for her.
Regarding the project, not like either of them had a choice, it's do or die at this point.
Carrie was speechless, she didn't know how to react, and she knew she had no choice but to comply in order to pass the semester.
"Okay, Miss Simian." Gumball says.
"Hmph.. What say you Carrie?"
"Uhm… Yeah, sure…"
"Okay, so what you'll be doing is a short ten to fifteen minute documentary, and since you flunked out on History, it will still be on the topic of the Printing Press. The deadline of the project will be 1 week from now, which should be enough time for you to give me a product."
"Got it."
Rolling her eyes, Miss Simian says "Sure 'ya do."
"Okay, in half an hour you can get out, there's a surprise audit and blahblahblah..."
She leaves the cat and ghost alone in the room. The air of discomfort is present once more and neither of the two have moved a muscle since the ape left.
Gumball decided he'd be the first to make the move, yet he hesitated, until he finally built up enough courage to utter:
"Err… So you know anything about making a documentary?"
"W-Well, I'm rather familiar with using Sony Vegas and Adobe Premiere… so I guess I'll be editing."
"Right…"
"…"
For a moment, the room was once again quiet, the blue cat was preparing to make an attempt to apologize to Carrie.
"Carrie?"
"Huh, yeah?"
"I- I…"
"…"
"I'm sorry for what I did, th- the milk, your phone, the kiss—"
Stutteringly and nervously she says "N-No! Forget about it, Th-that was nothing, I shouldn't have overreacted running away from the bus." And to top it all off, she sprinkles in a fake giggle to help in her case.
"Carrie... No. I willingly take blame for this, you had every right to do what you did, I'm sorry. I know I made you feel bad, you don't have to lie to me about that, and it hurt me to see you hurt and… I hope this is the last time I have to apologize to you."
Carrie could tell Gumball was being sincere, she felt sorry for Gumball, what they've put each other through.
"So… What do you say? Let's bury the hatchet."
She hesitated, would she be ready for the path of saying yes? Nevertheless… she said:
"Yes... Let's forget the past… I'm just.. Tired from.. Not seeing you that much anymore, you know.."
"Yeah, I can relate." Gumball smiles. Carrie follows suit.
They spent their last 30 minutes of detention discussing what they'd be doing on the project, it's already established that Carrie is gonna be the one to compile all the clips together, Gumball would borrow his mom's camcorder to record the clips. The plan for the actual output is to have the first half of the video centered on the history of the first printing presses and how they affected the centuries, the second half, would be on modern printing presses, where there will be an interview conducted on representatives from different press companies on how the world would do without the printing press.
"…So after we ask the last person it cuts to black, not a fade but a cut to black, seems more 'cinematic' I think…"
"Yeah, I agree" Carrie replies
The door opens, it was Miss Simian once again, she leans on the doorframe and speaks "Alright, get out." And leaves. The two grab their bags and decide they'd be walking home together again. Since Gumball had already informed his mom that he'd be home late, he doesn't have to worry about any more interruptions.
Carrie waits for Gumball to get his stuff ready. They leave the detention room and walk down the dimly lit hallways, Carrie then started running.
"C'mon, we don't have all night!" She says jokingly while slowing down.
"Psshhh, I thought you liked the dark, being a ghost and all…"
"Nah, when I was young, I used to be deathly afraid of the dark, it's just now that I learned to embrace it."
"Something to do with the music you listen to?"
"I guess, I mean, punk isn't that dark, but I guess Deathcore is, it's still part punk so I'm learning like it."
"Deathcore? You mean like, the one where they put the microphone through a distortion pedal as well?"
"Pretty much."
"Oh, reminds me the other day… yesterday, I forgot my MP3 Player and resulted to using my phone for music instead and it had all these old 2000s punk songs and, I actually liked it..."
"Uhm, you hitting on me?" Carrie jokes
"Wh- What?! N-No…" He stutters slightly blushing.
She rolls her eyes and says "Yo, just kidding, geez…" and punching Gumball lightly in the arm, like she did when they denounced jealousy from Gumball back in the day.
"Hahaha yeah…" His blush disappears.
They walk down the steps of the school and notice the strong wind carrying a paper bag with its might. The tinge of cozy pre-evening orange dabs the sidewalks as light touches it. What a day.
Gumball takes a deep breath and exhales "Ah… What a beautiful day…"
"You know what isn't beautiful? Your breath, brush your teeth!"
"You seem to be in a joking mood, about an hour ago you were like… like a hermit."
"Well, that's thanks to… you…"
"Me?"
"Yeah, I don't know, but I feel comfortable around you now…"
"Awww… you" Gumball smiles.
Carrie blushes once again, Gumball has never seen this side of Carrie, this is the first time he's seen her this blissful, it made him happy as well. They proceeded down the steps and followed the sidewalks heading towards Carrie's house. They told stories to each other, opinions on different things, Carrie has never become more open towards anyone, except Gumball of course. Eventually it did have to stop, they had arrived to Carrie's home.
"Damn, I wish your house was further away, so we could talk longer…"
"Nah, I like it here, any further down the block and my new ghost legs would break down."
"Oh, right."
"So… tomorrow?"
"Yeah, by the bus stop, we need to be there early."
"Sure, I'll set my alarm clock an hour earlier."
"Yeah, that'll work."
"Well… Bye Gumball." Carrie bids him farewell.
"Uh, bye."
"Oh, and for walking me home…" She leans towards Gumball and kisses him on the cheek, making both of them blush.
"B-Bye!" Gumball exclaimed.
Carrie waves at the catboy whom heads home. Feeling accomplished, Gumball starts running down the sidewalk, with so much energy in his body, he began screaming in the streets like a crazy person.
It was darker now, almost time to turn on the streetlights to illuminate the roads. The cold wind brushes against Gumball's fur and gives him a chill. "B r r… I should bring jacket tomorrow, it's freezing." Dark clouds rapidly started to cover the sun's rays and pour droplets of rain from itself. "Hm, better start running again." Gumball starts sprinting across wet sidewalk to make it home, speaking of which, he can see it right now, just up ahead.
The rain is getting stronger, raindrops are becoming larger and Thunder cracks the skies. Inevitably, he slips and scrapes his knee onto wet cement. He stands up and finally makes it back home.
Gumball's POV
Panting and absolutely exhausted from the running, I sat on the couch where surprisingly, no one was sitting on, come to think of it, where is everybody? Probably upstairs, sleeping in early.
Suddenly *tink* a sound comes from the kitchen, I thought to myself, oh, they must already be having dinner.
I head to the kitchen, where not to my surprise, they are eating dinner.
"Hey guys."
Mom asks "Oh, hello Gumball, how was detention?"
"Oh, it got cut in half because of some school audit, Miss Simian also announced that because I wasn't able to pass the essay I made last night, I have to redeem myself by being partnered with someone to make a short documentary."
"So, to whom do I entrust my son to be partnered with?"
"Uh… Carrie."
"Carrie? I thought you were—"
"What? Nonono… We made up."
"Oh, well can't have that distracting you while you're working on a project."
"Can't have what?" Questions Gumball.
"… Nevermind. Come, eat some dinner, you haven't had dinner with us since last week."
I came to the table to finally eat dinner for the first time this week, looks like Anais and Darwin had already finished as their places on the table are vacant. There were sausages on the plate in the middle, for once I was lucky to see some before Dad hogs it down his mouth.
"So… I walked Carrie home again…"
"Again? Oh my, are we gonna have to get protection for you sweetie?" Nicole jokes.
"Mom!? We're eating! And.. And it's not like that…"
"Ahh, I remember saying the same thing to my parents when I was still dating with your father."
"I'm right here Nicole." Says Richard with a confused look.
"Huh? Oh right…"
I fake a burp in order to escape and say "*burp* Well, I'm stuffed."
"Oh, just leave your dishes next to the sink." Nicole answers.
"Thanks mom… Love you!"
Omniscient POV
Nicole is content that Gumball is okay again, he hopes he'll stay that way, but only the naïve won't know that change is inevitable, and Nicole surely knows that, she can only hope for it to slow down for now.
Gumball heads upstairs to his bedroom, and to his surprise, Anais and Darwin were already in position to comfort the cat.
Curious to what the two were up to Gumball asks "Guys, what are you doing?"
"We're here to help you through these rough times…"
"Dude, me and Carrie made up."
"What?"
"Yeah, pretty glad it went well…"
"Oh wow, great job dude."
"Thanks? I guess… Now, me need alone time, out!"
Gumball lies down on his bed while his siblings leave the room. He grabs his MP3 Player and plugs his earphones in, but before he put a song on play, he thought "Wait… I can listen to happy songs now!"
He rips the aux cord from the MP3 Player and put it into his smartphone, he opens the music app and taps FoldersRockPunkUpbeat and presses shuffle, the track is "All Time Low – Stella."
What a good day.
End
A/N: Henlo! Quite a long chapter, 2970 words… wow, that's a small achievement for me, yey. This is a payback for being gone for so long, and you know… you're welcome. xd not sure about the next chapter but hey, I'm having fun with this. I must admit, I'm not too happy with this chapter, sure it's long but I've noticed some pacing (I know it seems rushed) that I could correct, however I am too lazy to do so, but please, take my offering! K byey