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Bubba hummed softly to himself as he wandered the halls making sure no one was skipping out on class. He was a senior and had the privelidge of not having a full schedule and, instead, had a free period to roam the halls and make sure no bad eggs were trying to sneak off and smoke or anything. He got to boss people around a little, which made him feel in charge and happy. He wasn't really mean about it, just strict. He enjoyed being in control of something for just a little bit, for at home he was always bossed around and nagged and never seemed to get a handle on anything no matter what he tried. He had tried confiding in his parents about it, but all they did was tell him that he was their son and he would do as they said whether he wanted to or not.

Bubba huffed frustratedly, almost in defeat, at the thoughts running through his head. Guess it's time for another round through the halls, he thought as he stood up off of the wall he had leaned against and began humming again as he walked. All was good and well until he spotted a red plaid shirt disappearing out of the back door of the school. Someone was trying to be sneaky, and he had a feeling who it was. He caught him at least once a week slipping out of the school, and he wore that plaid shirt almost like a jacket, interchanging tee-shirts and jeans but nothing else seemed to change about his appearance. His hair was still rumpled and unkempt and he was still a right smartass and lazy bum. Granted, he didn't really know what his grades were, but still. Someone that unkempt and uncaring couldn't have that great of grades, right?

The pink-haired male huffed again in heat and stormed over to the door. He opened it slightly and peered out of it, spotting just who he expected to. He wasn't facing him, of course. Not completely, anyway. However, he could see the almost-hidden tattoo of a vampire bite on the left side of his neck, hair brushing the old ink. Bubba felt his mouth dry out as he imagined himself kissing that tattoo and touching that gloriously pale skin. He shook his head a little, wishing the thoughts away from him. He had been hiding a massive crush on the ravenette since he met him in seventh grade, and he was doing pretty well if he did say so himself. He opened the door all the way and slipped out of it, crossing his arms. "Here you are, yet again, outside school while you have classes going on. By the looks of it, trying to find cigarettes to smoke nonetheless! That's disgusting. Do you want to be suspended or expelled your senior year? Really? You've made it this far, just finish out the year like a good boy then we can all be happy," he snarled at the male, rising his chin in superiority at him. He tightened his crossed arms, feeling the fabric of his pink, form-fitting v-neck tug and ride up to show a sliver of skin at his hip between the lighter fabric of the shirt and dark red of his skinny jeans and plain white belt. Absently, he reached up with one hand and scratched at the skin on his collar bone where a loose red bow tie rested and rubbed against his skin all day. Violet-cloaked eyes blinked at Marshall Lee, his crush for six years, as he waited for a reaction or something. Maybe to hear that joking, disbelieving chuckle he always did when "Princess" Gumball (as kids who didn't like him...which meant most of them...had dubbed him) discovered he had slipped out and confronted him.

Bubba's face turned bright red in anger when Marshall addressed him as "Majesty". He used to light up in embarassment, but five years of the name-calling, it kind of wore down. Except when it came to this little a*****e. He could always get under his skin, and it pissed him off to no end. It also hurt him that the teen in front of him would make fun of him as well since he felt his heart strings tug every time he saw the male. "******** off, Marshall Lee," he spat, fists clenched to keep his tears at bay, which he had had practice doing over the years. He was a pro at it by now. His face scrunched up in disgust as Marshall blew smoke at him. He shivered as well, but that wasn't in disgust like it seemed. He had imagined that hot breath on his neck and lips while Marshall's hands roamed his body. <********. Stop that, brain! he scolded himself inwardly, careful not to let it show on his face.

He reached up and snatched the cigarette from Marshall's lips--for a moment tempted to rest it between his own just so their lips consequently touched--and threw it on the ground, smashing it beneath his pink and white striped TOMS shoe. "Stop smoking, you'll give yourself cancer," he sneered. Even if it makes you look three times as sexy until I realize that your lungs are probably pitch black. He sighed softly and shook his head. "Will you just get back to class? Surely you'll fail out of senior year if you miss any more days?" he inquired, looking at the other male expectantly. He studied his face and almost fell in love with him again. He really was beautiful, and his hair just added to his sexiness. He wanted to run his fingers through it, never having been able to before thanks to their "rivalry". And his eyes were so damn dark and mysterious he could just sink into them and disappear forever and just be as happy as could be.

Bubba scowled a little at him, glaring at the hand that had just ran through his undoubtedly soft locks. "Well, lying's bad, too. So stop it," he huffed out lamely. His eyes followed Marshall Lee as he slid down the wall to plop onto the ground, frowning as he listened to Marshall's explanation. His cheeks turned rose-y when the bad boy smiled up at him. He rarely sees that genuine smile from him, and those fangs always made him want to laugh. Marshall Lee was such a dork... He blushed even darker when he winked at him, throwing him off as he stared at the male, a look of indignation on his face, like he wasn't blushing at all. He "hmph"ed when Marshall reminded him of his birthday. "How could I forget?" he mumbled to himself after the door closed behind the "vampire". I already have your stupid present ordered and everything. He wrapped his arms around himself, leaned back against the wall for a moment and looked up at the sky, admiring its happy blue. We've probably got the oddest relationship.., he thought to himself as his arms wrapped tighter around himself. He looked down at the smashed cigarette and smiled a little before pushing himself up off of the wall and entering the school again, wishing the end of the day would come quicker. Marshall's present was supposed to be in today, and he wanted to inspect it for himself before giving it to the other male. Hope he uses it, he thought idly as he roamed the halls.

At the end of the day, Bubba was happy school was out and hummed happily on his way out to the front of the school for his parents to pick him up. He looked up and down the line, frowning when he didn't see his mom waiting for him. He checked his phone then, frowning at the text he had received from her. She wasn't picking him up today... He looked up and watched the buses pass the school by as they released them. He sighed and slumped his shoulders, beginning the trek home on foot. He brought out his iPod and plugged his headphones up, covering his ears with them as his music began playing. He sung softly along to it, dancing as well as he went down the street. At this point, he didn't really care who saw him dance. They would make fun of him whether they saw or not.

Gumball was happily dancing along...until a dark figure on a motorcycle began zooming straight towards him. His eyes widened and he squealed a little, covering his face as he prepared for impact, headphones falling off in the process. After a few moments, he peaked between his fingers to see Marshall Lee sitting on a parked, growling motorcycle with helmet on his head a smirk on his lips. Bubba blushed a dark red in embarrassment and dropped his arms quickly to shove his hands in his pockets. "No, I can just walk. I've been doing it a lot lately. Stupid Mom..," he grumbled, standing there awkwardly in front of the motorcyclist. He glanced at the bike tentatively. Honestly, he was just kind of terrified to ride on a motorcycle. What if they crashed? Then again...if he rode on his bike, he would have an excuse to be really close to him. And maybe sniff him. Oh, God, Bubba, you're a creep! he scolded himself, but still found himself looking forward to breathing him in. And wrapping his arms around him and clinging to him for dear life. Maybe even wearing his helmet even though it would mess up his hair. And stealing his plaid shirt and snuggling with it tonight, claiming he "forgot to take it off". He let out a shaky sigh and kicked at the ground a little. He was secretly hoping that Marshall offered again or even forced him to ride home with him. The only time they really interacted was when Bubba intercepted the vampire trying to sneak out of the school.

Bubba's eyes bugged when Marshall held out his helmet and shirt to him. He took them with tentative hands, trading his books with Marshall's things, and smiled slightly up at him. "Okay, fine." He pulled the helmet on, surprised by how heavy it made his head feel, and looked down at the shirt in his hand. "...I get the helmet, but why the shirt?" he asked. He wasn't complaining by any means. He just was curious. He slid the shirt over his arms, amused by how long the sleeves were on him. They almost reached his fingertips. When Marshall looked away to put his book sin his bag, Bubba took the moment to hold the collar of the button up to his nose and breathe in, almost moaning at how wonderful it smelled. It kind of smelled like cigarette smoke, but he could distinctly smell something else...something just...Marshall. He quickly let the collar drop back down to his shoulder and looked up at Marshall, waiting for instruction. He probably looked ridiculous with the helmet and over-sized shirt on, but right now he couldn't really make himself care all that much. He inwardly squealed when he heard he was going to see where Marshall lived. Now I can stalk him! No, brain! No! Bad! Stalking is bad! he fought with himself, a small scowl at his thoughts forming on his lips.

Bubba nodded slightly at Marshall's instructions. He took his hand a little too enthusiastically and climbed up onto the back of the bike. He giddily wrapped his arms around Marshall's waist and held on tight, pressing his front against the motorcyclist's back. He rested his cheek between his shoulder blades and closed his eyes, breathing in happily. It was basically a dream come true for the strawberry-blond. He couldn't keep the smile off of his lips as he felt Marshall rev the engine up then take off down the road. He felt his body jolt with the speed, which freaked him out a little, then it was smooth sailing from then on. It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. Plus, how they were right now, it felt like he and Marshall were boyfriends, which would have been amazing. He decided that he loved riding a motorcycle, especially latched onto the back of his crush. He closed his eyes and enjoyed feeling the wind whip past him, catching the over-sized shirt and blowing it behind him. He tightened his grip around Marshall, hugging him tightly as he sighed in relaxation. This was nice... So very nice.

Gumball sat back on the seat, reluctantly releasing him from his grip, and grinned at him. "I'm pretty sure I just found a new favourite way to travel," he told him, slipping the helmet off of his head. He was sure his hair was flat now, but he didn't really care. He felt almost refreshed after taking that ride. "Why did we need to stop by your house anyway?" he asked him, glancing around the garage. It was plain and dull, much like a garage tends to be, but he still got a bubbly feeling knowing he was inside Marshall Lee's house. He wanted to giggle and squeal, but he held himself back. He would just look crazy if he did that. He climbed off of the bike and stretched out his limbs and back, hooking the helmet on one of the handlebars. However, he did not remove Marshall's shirt. He actually hugged himself, feigning being cold just so Marshall wouldn't take it away from him. He looked up at the "vampire" with big, violet eyes and a small smile. "I have a question," he said softly. "How do you wear those fangs all the time and not have a lisp with them in? It just seems like it would be difficult to speak around them." He had always been curious about it, but in school he was always just scolding Marshall for sneaking out and smoking. There was never any time for idle chit-chat.