It was sticky and pink and for some reason it was on Marshall Lee's couch. He floated over to it, picking up a stick and poking it. Then it clicked. Why is he here? He shouldn't be here! He started glancing around the messy room, trying to locate the intruder.

"I know you're here, your highness," He emphasized the highness for the reason that he knew it royally ticked Gumball off. He waited where he was, floating for a few minutes and then he shrugged.

"Eh, whatever," He yawned, floating upstairs to his room. He glanced around for a bit, still no sign of the pink prince. Seriously, he leaves that nasty stuff on my couch and then just up and leaves? What is his deal, even? That's kinda stupid. Marshall Lee took another look around and then he floated over to his bed and floated three inches from the actual mattress, staring at the ceiling, hands behind his head. His stupid pink face and his stupid pink outfits and his stupid pink eyes... Marshall Lee's train of thought started to descend into less than decent thoughts about Gumball, Marshall's face beginning to go slightly red, his eyes starting to close. And with a final, "Aw man," Marshall was asleep.

Later that Night:

Marshall opened his eyes and felt an arm around him. He hissed and floated away from the bed, seeing an outline of a person. He floated over to attack the intruder when he noticed the familiar pink hair. So you stayed in my house until I went to sleep and then slept in my bed WITH me? You are one weird, messed up guy. He picked up Gumball and floated out of the cave, and towards the Candy Kingdom. He got to the kingdom after awhile, and sighed. Now what do I do? I can't open the door because of this chump and all the windows are closed and locked. Eh it won't hurt if he sleeps outside, right? He set Gumball down and turned around, starting to float off, leaving him there. Marshall glanced back, a last look at the pink sleeping prince, then he turned around and kept floating.

Gumball's POV:

It was for the sake of Science. Nothing more. Nothing less. I will have to give my sincerest apologies to Marshall Lee tomorrow. It was just to study how he lived out of my sheer curiosity. I hadn't meant to stay so late, nor fall asleep on his own bed! It was unforgivable of me. Gumball was laying outside the Candy Kingdom, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

"Oh my...What on Earth happened?"

"You were asleep in my house," A voice said, out of the shadows.

"Ah! Marshall, my sincerest apologies about that! I certainly didn't mean to fall asleep on your bed," Gumball replied, a serious look mixed with a sort of disgust. Marshall's face twisted a bit in anger.

"Well I'm so sorry, Highness, for the bed of a vampire to not be up to your standards," He snapped at him, a glare so fierce that it forced Gumball to respond in the same manner, snapping at certain words.

"I already apologized for falling asleep in your home, I am not sure what else you want," Gumball retorted, his anger evident.

"Did you touch my bass?"

"If I did?"

"I will drain the pink out of your face," Marshall snapped, 100% serious. Gumball's face went ashen, and he turned, fuming and stormed into the palace.

"I will not be threatened as such. Leave," Gumball yelled at Marshall, glaring. Marshall shook his head and floated off, looking at the palace. Gumball watched him leave, and then he turned and headed to his lab, to study the things he brought back from Marshall Lee's house. He pulled out a guitar pick, which he assumed was for Marshall's bass, and a few other miscellaneous things.

AN: I hope you guys enjoy! If not then I'm sorry you didn't and if you did then stay tuned!