A/N: Well I love PG+ Marshall Lee. They're awesome so I decided I should do a fic based off of what might've happened that led to the end of their friendship. Strong slash- People who already read my fics know, somewhere along the way there will be graphic sex scenes. Kay peace.

"Sorry I don't treat you like Adonis, is that what you want me to do?

Sorry I don't treat you like you're perfect, like all your stupid sucker subjects do!

Sorry I'm not made of ice cream, am I not chill enough for you?

Is that why you always avoid me? That must be such an inconvenience for you!

Well, I'm just your problem…

I'm just your problem…

It's like I'm not even a person, am I?

I'm just your problem…"

The lyrics to Marshall Lee's song played over and over in Gumball's head; he had already been on his way back to his kingdom. Marshall Lee had really gotten to him, Fionna wouldn't understand this situation, and now the history was replaying in his head. The bridge for the moat descended, as his footsteps echoed on the hollow wood. Gumball zipped up his hoodie, the shirt that Marshall Lee rested on his shoulder. He coughed a little as he made his way up the stairs to his bedroom and slammed his body on the bed, groaning. The peppermint phone on his bedside table would ring once and he let out another groan.

"Nien…" The phone rang again, without any remorse.

"I said no…" PG whined, rolling over on his back but surely enough the phone rang again. He slid up his bed, grabbing the receiver.

"Hello?" He yawned a little.

"Oh my glob Gumball, I totally just broke up with my lump of a girlfriend. S'okay though cause I'm already going out with her best friend." The effeminate voice of Lumpy Space Prince made Prince Gumball wince just a bit. He wasn't very much in the mood tonight.

"Wow, really? I thought you guys were in love and… yeah." Gumball murmured.

"Not, she cheated all the time. Melvin totally told me and-"

"Listen LSP, any other time I'm really up for hearing about your drama filled love life but I've got other stuff on my mind right now." He lay backwards on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and he reached for the shirt, he rested the phone between his elbow and his chin as examined the shirt he had worn so often as pajamas.

"Oh really? Is this about that Fionna girl, cause she's like thirteen Gumball, that's just wrong or whatever."

"Remember when me and Marshall Lee were friends?"

"You mean that one time where you two were almost like—"

"We were not."

"Whatever, you guys are still friends. Stop acting like a chick." Prince Gumball rolled his eyes at LSP's statement.

"It's not the same, well. Never mind, I'm going to bed so night LSP." He pulled off his hoodie and the shirt underneath. He tossed it towards his open closet and narrowly missing, the clump of clothing hit the floor.

"Do you still sleep in his shirt?" The Lumpy Space Prince's lisp was very apparent at this point. Gumball grumbled under his breath.

"Goodnight LSP."

"Oh wait let me tell you about this one girl I-" Gumball had already hung up, and was already in the process of pulling the shirt over his head then proceeded to pull off his pants. He sat up on his bed in boxers and the shirt fully on now. He tapped his foot on the floor as he glanced around at how sloppy he was being. He immediately got up and picked up his clothes and put them away properly. As he stuffed them in the closet he reached into one of his hoodies, pulling out a note.

Earlier that day...

Fionna and Cake were spinning each other until one of them let go of the other. At this point, Cake's paws had slipped, causing Fionna to land on Marshall. He stumbled backward slightly then tossed the girl back into the game, then glanced at Gumball. He awkwardly eased closer to him, making Gumball slightly anxious.

"So you uh- you kept the shirt." Marshall Lee cleared his throat, looking away.

"Yeah, I did."

"Pajamas huh?"

"It's a comfy shirt." Gumball shrugged.

"Not comfy enough to wear in public or anything. It's not like I expect any less of you Bubba. I know you like to keep up appearances." He straightened his tank then floated away from Gumball. PG shook his head, squinting at him slightly.

"That's not even-" He started but he had realized that he was already over by Fionna and Cake, Gumball sighed.

Gumball shook his head, conflicted. Not wanting to remember but enjoying the memories at the same time. He glanced at the note: "remember after sundown - Marshall Lee" All this did was make him remember more things. He headed towards his bed, slinking under his covers and curling up and closing his eyes, accepting the memories that he had missed.

Sometime in the past…

His eyes drifted across the forest, he paced a little waiting for the pink boy. He left the note in his hoodie, so surely he would've gotten it? Marshall actually sat for once, on the ground, playing and pulling out the blades of grass. Then finally in the darkness a figure emerged. Marshall Lee got up and floated over to it.

"Sorry I was late." The voice rang. Marshall Lee let out a small laugh.

"Just don't do it again, alright?" He scoffed. Gumball shook his head then started to lead the way. Marshall floated beside him.

"My place right?"

"Well, I am interested in this music you wouldn't stop talking about today."

"It's amazing, I guarantee!" Marshall smiled and examined the Prince who wasn't in his usual royal attire; he smirked. "Wow, that's pretty casual, I'm glad you have time to hang out with me your highness."

"Well, I always enjoy hanging out with you…" Gumball mumbled, half hoping that Marshall hadn't heard.

"It's a change from hanging with LSP isn't it?" Lee snorted, but after seeing that Gumball wasn't as tickled he cleared his throat awkwardly. Thank goodness they were already approaching his house.

"Yeah, this way…" He crept behind the other boy and he squirmed a little. "Hey man, you don't want me to drop you!" Marshall grasped him and floated downward toward his house, he let Gumball down at the door as he walked in.

"Wipe your feet before you come in." Marshall shouted from the inside. Gumball's eyes widened as he looked down at his feet, he rose his head-hearing the sound of a scoff.

"I was kidding, that was a joke." Marshall Lee hovered in the doorway, his arms crossed. He groaned a little pulling Gumball inside. Gumball gave a weak laugh as he examined the apartment. Marshall had already floated out of the room, while Prince Gumball lingered in the living room awkwardly. He returned with a tape player and large headphones.

"Kay so, I found this in my attic the other day and the jams are totally sick." Marshall Lee placed the headphones on the other boy's head then pressed play on the cassette. Gumball's blank expression turned into a smile, he glanced at Marshall Lee who had already been smiling at him. He listened for another minute, and then gave the headphones back to Marshall.

"You're right, that was totally sick…" Gumball laughed nervously. Marshall threw the tape player on his couch and dragged the Prince into his kitchen.

"I knew there was something cool about you Bubba." Marshall smirked, rummaging through his fridge and emerging with a red apple. Gumball was already sitting at the table.

"Well, thanks. You know, me and you should really hang out more."

"I can make that happen, as long as you can." Gumball looked away, laughing nervously again. He watched Marshall suck the color red from the apple then dispose of it; he raised an eyebrow.

"What?" Marshall Lee asked but the Prince didn't reply. Marshall smirked again and dragged Gumball into his bedroom, to his closet.

"Why are we in here?"

"I'm gonna help you, cause I'm such a great person. I'm gonna lend you some of my clothes, so your kingdom gets used to it's such sheer awesomery." Marshall started as he rummaged through his closet. He groaned a little then turned to the Prince.

"This is a little harder then I thought…" He sighed, glancing over at the prince who was already staring at him intently. "I think I'm just gonna look and when you come back, I'll have it all ready for you." Gumball blushed slightly. Marshall leant in closer towards his face, in the darkness of his closet.

"Gumball…" He whispered as he motioned closer to the other boy. The prince could feel the vampire's breath on his cheek.

"W-wha?" Gumball stammered, blushing more now. Marshall Lee quickly placed his cold hand on Gumball's face; he looked to be closing his eyes and leaning inward. But Marshall quickly retracted and stared at his own finger.

"You had something on your face…" He smirked glancing at the prince, who was now gulping.

"I think it's an eyelash…" Marshall started. "Blow my finger… make a wish." He put his finger closer to the other's lips. Gumball pursed his lips slightly then hesitantly blew on Marshall's finger then looked away. Marshall Lee grinned and patted the prince's back.

"Sweet, it's getting late. Let's get you back to the Candy Kingdom." He laughed. Gumball couldn't be more relieved to be leaving his friend's house but at the same time, he was really sad to leave.

A/N: Thanks for reading guys, updating really soon.