Third Person

Gumball stuck around for the rest of the concert for a couple reasons. One, he wanted to hear what other songs Marshall had decided to perform and two, if he even thought of leaving he was sure Marshall would just drag him onto the stage. So he stayed until the end of the concert.

Sure, he enjoyed the music and enjoyed seeing his friend have fun with the crowd, but he seriously wanted to talk about the first song. The candy prince wasn't feeling as sweet as he normally was.

The song made him feel like Marshall hated him, which hurt considering that Gumball would've actually liked to have a relationship with him. Gumball sighed, deciding he'd rather go home than stay here and start a conversation about emotions.

As he was walking back to the kingdom through the forest, Marshall had caught up to him. Gumball hadn't realized this and kept walking.

"Hey Gummy, why are you leaving?" Marshall asked, floating around in front of him.

"It's just getting late is all... I didn't want to stay out all night... You should go back and have fun... It's your concert after all..." Gumball lied, figuring it wouldn't be a good idea to start a conversation like that at this time.

Marshall rolled his eyes and grabbed the other's arm. He knew the candy boy was lying and wanted to know why.

"I don't have to party after every concert. What's the real reason you're leaving?" he asked, continuing to walk around the forest with Gumball.

"I told you. It's getting late," Gumball lied again, just wanting to get home and distract his mind with work.

The vampire sighed, seeing as the Candy Prince wasn't going to tell him.

"There you go again... Always pushing me away..." he mumbled, letting go of the other's arm.

His words surprised Gumball and made him feel a small, but sharp, pain in his chest. He didn't think he was pushing Marshall away, but was he?

"What do you mean, Marshall? I-I don't push you away... Do I?" Gumball asked, his voice getting softer at the end.

"Gumball, you push me away all the time... Whenever I want to hang out you always say you're busy with work... Even if you're not busy you still don't ever want to spend time with me... I've been starting to think it's not that you're busy, it's that you don't like me..." Marshall replied truthfully, his voice not having a very tactful tone.

Gumball got another, more pronounced, pain in his chest. He hadn't realized that he was always turning Marshall down or telling him to go away. Now that he had realized that, he felt terrible.

"M-Marshall... I-I didn't realize... I'm sorry... I don't mean to push you away... I really do want you around..." The candy boy apologized, not meaning to hurt one of his only friends.

"That's why I wrote that song about you, Gumball. It's like I'm not good enough for you or something. Whenever Fiona comes around you hang out with her, but you never wanna hang out with me. Do you really hate me that much?" Marshall asked, honestly feeling like Gumball did hate him.

"N-No! Marshall! I don't hate you! I love you!" Gumball replied much too quickly, instantly covering his mouth.

The situation had just taken a complete U-turn.