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"Are you positive you can keep a secret Gumball? I really, really wouldn't this secret spreading around," Marshall Lee said, looking a bit uncomfortable. I wouldn't blame him. If I had a secret, I knew that only the people closest to me would find out. But me and Marshall Lee hardly talk, and if he had a secret that Fionna already knew, I wanted to know to. Especially if Fionna knew already, because I'm much more trustworthy than her. Yet, in the back of my mind, what Fionna had said still hung there. Marshall Lee liking me would be the greatest thing ever, but I still had doubts, since Fionna was known for her gossiping and such.
"Yes, I'm positive I can keep a secret Marshall. I'm your best friend," I smiled in hopes of encouraging him to tell me. I felt like I was sort of forcing it out of him. But still, if someone else knew, I wanted to know. (At this, I felt rather nosey and gossipy myself. Oh well…)
"W-Well, there's this person I like," he blushed slightly, adding to the cuteness he already had. "A-And I'm trying to find out if they like me back." I couldn't help but smile, he seemed so innocent, like a little kid who had a crush on someone older than them. He wasn't looking up at me, he was looking down at the floor, which made my smile turn into a grin. He really was as shy as he seemed.
"Well, who's this person that you like?" I pushed the thought of it being me out of my head. It couldn't be me, perhaps Fionna. I mean, they were always rather close to each other. He looked up at me, he was blushing brighter, I tried very hard not to just give him a hug for being so adorable.
"U-Uh. . . Well, lets just say you know this certain person, and uh. . ."
"Yes, I'm positive I can keep a secret Marshall. I'm your best friend," I smiled in hopes of encouraging him to tell me. I felt like I was sort of forcing it out of him. But still, if someone else knew, I wanted to know. (At this, I felt rather nosey and gossipy myself. Oh well…)
"W-Well, there's this person I like," he blushed slightly, adding to the cuteness he already had. "A-And I'm trying to find out if they like me back." I couldn't help but smile, he seemed so innocent, like a little kid who had a crush on someone older than them. He wasn't looking up at me, he was looking down at the floor, which made my smile turn into a grin. He really was as shy as he seemed.
"Well, who's this person that you like?" I pushed the thought of it being me out of my head. It couldn't be me, perhaps Fionna. I mean, they were always rather close to each other. He looked up at me, he was blushing brighter, I tried very hard not to just give him a hug for being so adorable.
"U-Uh. . . Well, lets just say you know this certain person, and uh. . ."
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AGF 28
His freshly cleaved arm laid on the floor between them.
“BUBBA!”
Marshall jolted awake, a cold sweat on his face as he panted. His eyes struggled to
regain vision at first as he frantically searched the room. Simple walls, a clean bed. “Where…”
“He’s awake!”
His head snapped to the direction of the familiar voice. Fionna smiled weakly at him,
coming from behind a curtain that divvied a part of the room off. “Hey you…” Marshall leapt to his
feet, the most panicked look on his face he could possibly make. “FIONNA!” She jumped back a bit in
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A Gumlee Fanfic CH8
The World is bitter.
He was already awake far before his appointed time to rise; in fact, he had never slept
to begin with. His only clue that dawn had arrived was the sunlight sprinkling in from behind the
closed curtains. No, he needed more time. There was still so much to do. He stared at the mess of
materials scattered across his desk; papers and books spread out in a frenzy of information. He
rubbed his eye once before trying to refocus them, but after 48 consecutive hours of no sleep his
vision was starting to blur. He sighed, leaning over a drawer and pulling out what resembled a
whiskey bottle and
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A Gumlee Fanfic CH7
Marshall’s body felt heavy. He was wavering between consciousness and sleep.
He turned over, groaning softly as a part of himself urged to wake. His eyes finally gave way,
lazily fluttering open with a glazed-over tint to them. His nose filled with a sugary scent as his
head reclined against the fluffy pillow- Wait- Pillow? Since when did he sleep on a bed? He floats
in his sleep- And sugar? His room doesn’t smell of sugar- He sat up too quickly, his eyes regaining
focus. He rubbed them, his head aching a little. “What..?” He finally realized it; He was in
Gumball’s room. Su
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:3 I'm just like sayitsayitsayitSAYIT
Sho cute.
Sho cute.