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Gumball got lost in those eyes once again. God, how was one person so damn beautiful? He stared up into Marshall's red-tinted eyes for a few moments before regaining the smile on his lips. "I don't need you getting suspended for beating the s**t out of someone, Marshall. All you need to know is I took care of it, okay?" he told him in a soft voice. "Anyway..," he said, wiping his nose and standing up. He looked at the dark-haired boy. "You need to get to class, and I have some hall monitoring to do," he told him smartly, leaning down to pick his books up. He glanced at his watch and noted the time. Damn... He'd been out here for at least thirty minutes. "I'll text you after school if I need a ride...okay?" he said, hugging his books to himself as he awaited Marshall Lee's answer. It was sweet that Marshall was looking out for him, but he wasn't going to let himself be the person that got him suspended.

Bubba waved shyly to him as they parted ways, a smile covering his lips now. Marshall put him in a good mood. Just hearing his voice always calmed the strawberry-blond down. He sighed softly and checked his phone quickly, frowning a little when he didn't see any texts from his mother. He replaced the phone in his pocket with a soft sigh. He was really hoping she didn't pick him up. He wanted to ride with Marshall on his motorcycle again, if only just to be close to him without it being weird or anything. He leaned against the wall, leaning his head back against it with a soft thump. "Bubba, you're such a sap," he grumbled to himself before shaking his head and continuing on down the hall, doing his monitoring duties.

Bubba almost pissed his pants with excitement when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He pulled it out quickly as he was walking out to the pick-up area. Glancing at the screen, a grin spread across his face. His mother wasn't picking him up today! He giggled a little and quickly went to his last-recieved call. He pressed the green button to call Marshall Lee and held the phone up to his ear. "So...about that ride..," he said, giggling a little into the speaker after Marshall answered his phone.

Bubba smiled when he saw Marshall waiting for him out in the parking lot. I wonder if he's been waiting to see if Mom was going to pick me up... Nah, there's no way. I probably just caught him at a good time, he told himself. As he approached the bike, Marshall said what he did...and he immediately frowned--deeply. The one person that hadn't made fun of him yet... He smiled weakly at Marshall's apology, shrugging and saying, "It's fine. Kinda used to it," before taking the helmet. He slid his books into Marshall's bag and laughed a little when he apologized again. "It's fine Marshall. I've kind of learned to not let it really get to me," he explained before sliding the helmet on his head. He winked at him cutely before closing the visor and climbing up onto the bike. He slid his arms around Marshall's waist and slid up on the seat until his chest was against Marshall's back. He tightened his grip around him and relaxed his head against his shoulder again, enjoying the warmth and the feeling of having Marshall against him and in his arms. He felt so...at home.

Bubba climbed off the bike and took the helmet off, handing it to Marshall. "I don't really know. I usually don't do much of anything on Halloween. I stand out here usually and hand out candy to kids since my parents refuse to do it themselves or leave the gate open for them to come up to the door," he told him thoughtfully as he slid his stuff out of Marshall's bag. He looked back up at Marshall with a smile on his lips. "Why? What're you doing on Halloween? Other than it being your birthday and all," he asked, fidgeting his feet a little, not wanting Marshall to drive away yet.

Bubba felt his heart speed up and beat harder when Marshall ran his hands through his hair. God, he wanted to feel it run through his fingers so bad... He felt his heart speed up and beat harder when he mentioned a party. The first thought through his mind was Is he inviting me? When his question was answered, he almost felt light-headed his heart was beating so fast. "Y-Yeah, I'd love to!" he answered a little too quickly with a little too much of a bright smile on his face. He couldn't help it, though. He was too happy. "O-Oh! Um, I was actually kind of hoping we'd ride there together..," he mumbled, a blush covering his cheeks as he looked at Marshall shyly. "I mean, otherwise my dad would have to bring me, and I really don't want to bother him with it. Even though I know he'd bring me if I asked, without question." Wait...did he say 'moms'? As in plural? As in lesbians? Marshall's adopted?! By lesbians?! He kept his surprise off of his face like a champ, though, and waited for Marshall's response.

THE NEXT DAY,

Bubba woke up the next morning ten minutes before his alarm at nine o'clock. He set an alarm to make sure he got up a good bit before Marshall was supposed to pick him up. He stretched his body out and stood up, Marshall's buttoned shirt falling to his mid-thigh. He smiled as he looked down at it then walked over to the clothes he had laid out. He inspected them once again and nodded in approval, proceeding to the shower.

A good twenty minutes later, Gumball was shaking his hair dry with the towel then got dressed, making sure he looked fantastic. He wore his hot pink skinny jeans that made his a** look exceptional, some white suspenders hanging from the waistband; a white V-neck tank top with a pastel heart that had a vampire bite mark in it and was dribbling blood in the center of it; and a pair of light pink Converse. In addition to his wardrobe, he wore his red boxer briefs with white trim that had the words "BITE ME" in bold on the bum. He had Marshall's shirt laid out on the bed to put on after he was done with his hair. He looked in the mirror, seeing his violet eyes staring back at him. Oh yeah... He had to take them out. Why'd he say that, even? Oh yeah...to see Marshall's real eyes... He picked up his case for his contacts and opened both lids, carefully removing the film from his eyes and placing them in their respective compartments. He looked back in the mirror to see his bright blue eyes staring back at him, rimmed with shades of grey and midnight blue. He scowled a little before focusing on his hair. It didn't look too bad all messed up like it was, actually. Maybe a change of style for today? He smiled with a nod and sprayed mousse into his hand before spreading it into his hair and shaking it around to make it look beautifully messy. He took a hair dryer to it and blew that s**t dry, actually liking how it ended up turning out. He ran a hand through his hair and it was a nice change not having it all stiff and junk.

He slipped on Marshall's shirt, letting it hang loose on his shoulders, and grabbed his phone and wallet from his bedside table, shoving his phone in a front pocket and the wallet in his back. He also grabbed a camera and shoved it in the other front pocket after checking it had a full battery and an SD card in it with plenty of space. He wanted to remember this day forever... Almost like it was a first date. His stomach dropped at the thought, remembering what he did yesterday, and he took a deep breath to steel himself. It would be fine. He was sure it wouldn't be weird. He was sure he would still come pick him up...

Checking the clock, he was surprised to see that two hours had passed while he was getting ready. It was only 11:17. He huffed and went downstairs to the kitchen to toast himself a bagel and warm up a blueberry muffin for his breakfast. He ate the muffin sitting there at the counter, surprised his mother hadn't come down yet and found him, and when he checked the time on his phone, shoved the cream cheese-covered bagel in his mouth and rushed out the door. It was fifteen minutes until noon. By time he reached the end of the driveway and the gates were closing behind him, there was only seven minutes left until the pick-up time. He sat down against one of the columns holding up the gate and puffed out a breath of air. He recalled the lyrics of the song Marshall wrote and smiled softly. He began humming a random tune and trying to piece a second verse to it like it was a duet...like he was singing it to Marshall. "Bad little boy...that's what you're acting like. I really don't buy...that you're that kind of gu-u-uy. And, if you are...why do you want to hang out with me?" He sighed softly, thinking about what he just sang quietly to himself. He really did wonder...why did Marshall Lee want to hang out with him all of a sudden..?