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Gumball's P.O.V

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I woke up, breathing heavily. I was sweating badly and I was clutching and sticking to my pink sheets. It was just a dream, Gumball. None of it was real. You are straight and not in love with Marshall. You have never been in love with a man and never will be.

I got up out of bed and noticed there was still moonlight trailing through my window into my room. It was still night time.

I walked out onto my balcony and breathed in some fresh night air.

I rested my elbows on the railing and let my chin rest on my hand.

I wonder why I dreamt about Marshall. I'm not in love with him. He's not even hot. He has the worst personality anyone could ever be born with. But... Why did I dream of him having a doll named Hambo? And why did I dream of him having nightmares about someone named Simone? Why was I the man in the relationship? He was so... delicate. I really need to stop staying up and eating the cream puffs.

And does Finn and Jake really hang out with Marshall?

I rubbed both my hands over my face frustratingly. I walked back inside and stared at my bed, deciding I won't be able to go back to sleep. So, I pulled on some pink skinny jeans and walked out of my room to the kitchen and grabbed a cup of coffee.

I sat on the stool and sipped at my coffee, staring at the pink walls. I tried thinking of girls and I tried getting... 'excited.' But it just wouldn't happen.

So I thought of Marshall. I thought of him shirtless, biting his lip, jeans hanging low on his hips. Sweat dripping off of him. Sucking the red from an apple.

I blushed and quickly put my cup down, speed walking back to my room. I closed the door behind me and slid down it, my head in my hands.

I cannot like him. I cannot like men. My people would be so disappointed and disgusted. Marshall would be dissapointed and disgusted. Everyone in Aaa would be disgusted.

Looking down on me.

Picking on me.

Laughing at me.

Beating me.

I can feel and hear it all now. The taunts and everyone's glares.

I shook the thoughts from my head and sighed, wiping the sweat from my forehead. I looked up and saw the sun rise.

Thank Glob.

I opened my curtains all the way, took a shower, pulled some clothes on, did my hair, and walked out the door to my office.

I would not think of Marshall at all today.

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It's almost time for dinner and all I could focus on all day is Marshall Lee. I groaned and slammed my forehead on my desk.

"Owwwww..." I groaned more. Not helping, Bubba.

"Awe, has the Prince of Priss's hurt himself?"

"Marshall, I do not want your presence near me. Please leave my kingdom."

"Hurtful," he gasped.

I scoffed and sat up, looking up at his floating frame.

The vision from when I imagined him last night flashed through my mind and my cheeks flared red.

"You have a little red mark on your forehead, by the way."

I rubbed my forehead and blushed more.

"Oh."

"Why are you here, Marshall?" I sighed.

"Just wanted to drop by and see my Prince," he smirked.

"I am not your prince."

"You are now," he growled seductively and picked me up and flew out the window in a flash.

What the fuck, Marshall.

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