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Fandoms:

The Amazing World Of Gumball/The Wonderfully Weird World Of Gumball

Fanfics (sorted by date & fandom):

The Polaroid

The Crush

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The Crush

Chapter 1

It was a mostly cloudy day in Elmore & the sun, which was peaking through the clouds, was beginning to set, however as winter was nearing its end, the sun was setting later than it had done previously. Two friends sat in their school's stadium staring in opposite directions while chatting.

"My cardigan has a hole in the sleeve," Clare Cooper complained, holding her left arm stretched out in front of her.

"Nooo, you love that cardigan!" Wilson Bilson replied in an apologetic tone.

"I'll have to get someone to sew it for me, I dunno how to," Clare sighed, "maybe Jodie knows how."

There was silence for a moment before Wilson said, "hey, Clare.. how do you know when you're interested in someone?"

"I dunno, you don't hate talking to them? Most people aren't that interesting."

"No like romantically."

Clare turned her head enough to see her best friend in her peripheral vision. "You like someone? Who?"

"I'm asking because I don't know if I do, Clare," he replied.

"Well, when I started liking Jared, anytime I was around him it felt like the world stopped moving, & I saw hearts whenever I gazed into his eyes, & it felt like there was a knot in my stomach."

"I'm made of paper so I don't really have a stomach."

"Touché."

Wilson hesitated, "um.. Clare?"

She silently prompted him to continue.

"I.. think I might like a boy."

"Do you think you're gay?"

"I don't know. I don't know what I am."

"Hmm.. you could always talk to Mr. Corneille. Whenever I have a problem I go to him & he's pretty good at helping me out. He gives great advice," Clare suggested.

"That's true, you do go to him for a lot of problems," Wilson replied.

Clare placed a sleeve-covered hand on her friend's shoulder, "hey, thank you for trusting me enough to begin to open up about this to me."

Wilson smiled warmly. He knew he could trust his best friend with anything.

***

The paper boy headed into the building as a few students belonging to various after school clubs began making their ways home. He knew the teachers wouldn't be staying behind for much longer, so he had to be fast. He headed straight for the geography classroom on the second floor where he knew he'd find Mr. Corneille.

"Ah, Wilson B., I was just about to leave. What brings you here?" The teacher asked in an overtly casual tone.

"Uh, I uh.." Wilson all of a sudden began to panic. Why was he talking to his geography teacher about this, & right as he was about to head home as well. "Actually, never mind it's alright."

"Nonsense. Come, sit," Mr. Corneille gestured to an empty chair.

Wilson hesitantly made his way over.

"So what's troubling you, young man?"

"I feel like this isn't something I should be talking to a teacher about, but Clare suggested I come see you because she likes your advice & I thought it was a good idea.."

Mr. Corneille waited silently for a continuation.

"I'm.. not sure how I feel about this boy.." Wilson said, nervously, "he's my best friend aside from Clare, but lately I've been feeling differently about him & I think it might be a crush, but I've never felt this way about a boy before & I'm not actually sure what I'm feeling."

"So you're having trouble in the love department?"

Wilson hesitantly nodded, clearly unsure of his answer.

"Well this is the social studies department, love department's that way." Mr. Corneille pointed at nothing.

"What?"

"If romance is what's on your mind, that is unfortunately not my area of expertise. I can give you general life advice or teach you geography. If it's your identity that you need help with, Mr. Small is just down the hall, he can help you with anything you need. & Edinburgh's the capital of Scotland."

"Oh. Yeah I guess this isn't something you're qualified for. Sorry for wasting your time, sir," Wilson apologised, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Don't be, my door is always open & students are always welcome for a chat, whatever that chat may be," Mr. Corneille replied, "I'm just redirecting you to someone who can help you more than I can. Also Harare is the capital of Zimbabwe."

"Thank you sir," Wilson said as he stood up & left the room.

Clare was waiting outside the room, leaning mysteriously against the wall, her green sparkly hair covering just one eye.

"Well, do you feel better?" She asked.

"He said it was really more of a conversation to have with Mr. Small than with him," Wilson replied, "I'm gonna head to his office & hope he's still here."

Clare narrowed her eyes slightly, "okay.. but I should warn you, that guy is an absolute nut. I'm glad you're talking to someone about this though instead of bottling up how you feel."

"Yeah, I've definitely heard strange things about Mr. Small. I think Josh likes him a lot though, so he can't be that bad."

"Yeah but Josh is weird," said Clare, "so.. mind if I ask who you may or may not have your eye on?"

Wilson blushed slightly & looked away, "I'd really rather figure out how I feel about him before I say anything out loud."

"It's okay, I get that."

The two waved goodbye to each other before heading in opposite directions. Clare headed back out of the building while Wilson made his way to the guidance councillor's office.

As he approached the office, Wilson got a whiff of something through the cracks of the door. It was definitely some kind of candle or incense but he couldn't quite place it. Good thing was, that meant Mr. Small hadn't left yet, & would still be around to chat. The paper boy turned the doorknob & entered the room to see the guidance councillor sat cross legged on the floor with multiple lit scented candles around him.

Mr. Small gestured to his own chair. "Have a seat, I sensed you'd come here."

"You did?" Wilson asked with a genuinely perplexed situation.

"With my sixth sense!" He replied, then muttered under his breath, "& because I saw you through the little window on the door."

Wilson nervously took a seat at Mr. Small's desk. He felt like he was doing something he shouldn't by sitting there.

"So, what brings you here?"

"Mr. Corneille told me to come, he thought it'd be better if I spoke to you rather than to him," Wilson started, "lately I've been having some feelings that I've never had before.. about a boy."

The guidance councillor silently prompted him to continue speaking.

"The boy in question is one of my best friends & I'm really scared that what I'm feeling is gonna ruin our friendship!" Wilson paused before admitting, "I think I have romantic feelings for him."

Steve smiled & nodded, "ah yes, this part. Don't worry, lots of kids your age feel this way! I know I did."

Wilson was momentarily taken aback, "wait, are you gay?"

"Well, I don't like to label it, but yeah I'm queer," Mr. Small smiled.

Feeling a small amount of pressure lift off his chest, Wilson looked down half smiling & said "oh, okay."

"Listen Wilson, I have a yoga class I'm teaching in about 20 minutes, but if you want to come back to see me tomorrow or at any other point, my door is always open!" Mr. Small said kindly, standing up & heading around to where the student was sitting.

"I think I will, thank you sir."

"Oh you don't have to call me that! Just Mr. Small is fine," Steve smiled as he began rummaging through his desk drawer.

"Uhh.. what are you doing?" Wilson asked.

A few seconds later, Mr. Small stood back up with a tiny paper bag, "have these stickers!"

"Thanks, but I'm not a five year old at the dentist."

"Correct! You're a thirteen year old in the councillors office!" He beamed as he opened the bag & showed the contents to Wilson, "these are rainbow pride stickers!"

"Why are you giving these to me?"

"Because I have like 200 of them & I stick them everywhere," Mr. Small gestured to the side of his filing cabinet, then to the base of his monitor, then to his water bottle, all of which had a minimum of two rainbow stickers, "& to remind you that you're not alone & you've always got at least one ally: me!"

"Oh. Thank you," Wilson replied, genuinely.

"Alright, I'm gonna head out now. I suggest you do the same."

They both left the office & made their own ways out of the building.

As he walked, Wilson's eyes darted around a little, trying to process his thoughts. He wasn't used to talking about this kind of thing out loud, it was the kind of thing he'd always felt he had to keep to himself, but with his newfound feelings for his friend, he knew he couldn't bottle it up anymore. He sighed rather loudly, truly feeling like just by briefly talking about it with someone who'd experienced a similar thing that a huge burden was being lifted from him. Perhaps tonight, for the first time in a long time, he'd finally get a good night's sleep.

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Chapter 2

Students filled the corridor as a new day began at Elmore Jr. High. Some made their ways to their first class of the day while others met up with friends or headed to their lockers. Wilson took off his backpack & put it inside his locker, & was about to close it before a leafy arm bet him to it. His friend Leslie stood before him with a mischievous smirk on his face.

"Did you hear? Tobias & Masami are going out again," the flower boy informed his friend.

"Again?" Wilson replied, "I swear those two only do it for status, they clearly don't like each other."

"That's what I said to Masami, but she brushed it off," Leslie waved his arm delicately, before continuing.

He didn't know what it was exactly, but something about Leslie's demeanour while he was gossiping was very endearing to Wilson, the way his green eyes lit up, & his body language became more relaxed. Wilson wasn't one for gossip, but he didn't mind when Leslie was the one talking. It was rare to see someone so passionate, & he liked how comfortable he felt around that pink flower. He could listen to him talk for hours on end & never get bored. Oh shoot, he was still talking & Wilson wan't listening. The paper boy attempted to refocus on the words being spoken to him, snapping himself out of a daze.

"So anyway then Tobias said it just made sense for a cheerleader & a football player to date each other, & I pointed out that he's only a sub, & he was like 'whatever I'm still on the team' so I was like okay you can have your little fantasy."

"Haha, yeah," Wilson responded, trying to follow along.

"Speaking of football," Leslie begun. Wilson's face lit up, anticipating where the conversation was likely about to go. "I can't wait to see you play on Friday!"

"R-really?" Wilson blushed as he tried to hide his smile.

"Totally! You're so good, & definitely my favourite guy on the team," Leslie winked, "I'll make sure me & Gregory get good seats we we can get a real view of the game."

"Oh, yeah," replied Wilson, "aren't you supposed to be cheerleading though?"

Leslie smiled, "no, the cheerleaders from Richwood High are doing the routine since the game is at their school."

"Ah yeah, right."

"Well, I gotta go to class now, but I'll text you later!"

"Bye."

As Leslie left, Wilson sighed. Of course, he already had a boyfriend, & he knew that. But why was he so jealous? It's not like he wanted to be Leslie's boyfriend after all..

***

Clare & Wilson sat at the back of Mr. Corneille's class, only barely listening to the lesson.

"I forgot to text you when I got home, how did things go with Mr. Small?" Clare whispered, "he didn't give you any magic crystals or anything, did he?"

"No, it wasn't like that. We had a very short conversation. He basically told me I'm not alone in feeling the way I do, & then he gave me some of his stickers," Wilson replied.

"Stickers?"

"Yeah, I thought it was weird too, but it was also kinda sweet."

"I really hope you're able to figure out what you're dealing with so you can decide what to do about it," Clare said, trying to be subtle with her words in the hopes that if anyone overheard, she wouldn't accidentally out her best friend.

"Thanks. I think I'm gonna go see him again right after school today, maybe we'll be able to have a longer conversation this time & I won't do it right as the staff are all about to leave."

"Speaking of leaving things til the last minute, I still haven't picked out a prom dress," Clare said, changing the subject, "I think me & Jared are gonna have yellow as our matching colour."

"Clare, prom is like three months away, you've got plenty of time," Wilson replied.

"Yeah but money's tight & the fitting & tailoring takes ages."

"I wish I had someone to match outfits with at prom.."

"I mean, you could always go with someone as a friend."

Wilson sighed, "yeah but who? You & Leslie are like my only friends & you both have boyfriends."

Clare noticed her best friend's eyes looking down to the left, & from that she started to pick up on what Wilson was still trying to deny to himself.

"Ms. Cooper, Mr. Bilson, what did I just say?" Mr. Corneille asked, snapping his fingers to get their attention.

"Uhhhh.." the two friends looked at each other, then to the front of the class, not sure how to respond as they hadn't picked up on pretty much anything their teacher had said.

"Exactly, now pay attention," the frog replied before going back to teaching the class. Wilson & Clare figured they'd better start focusing, & that they could talk later.

***

The bell rang, signalling that class was over, so the students made their ways back into the corridor for break time.

"Hey Wilson, whas happ'ning my man?" Gregory greeted, as he & Wilson left the room at the same time.

"Hi Gregory," Wilson replied, bluntly.

"So dude like whas the haps, what were you & Clare talking about?"

"That's really none of your business, man."

"Sorry, I'm just trynna make small talk," Gregory explained, "I really respect you dude!"

Wilson sighed, "what do you want?"

"Les was tellin' me that he wanted you to save front row seats for us at the big match on Friday."

"Yeah, sorry Greg, I can't reserve seats."

"Come on buddy, can't you make an exception jus this once?"

"Nope."

"Ah well. Guess we'll just have to show up like really, really early. So who are you thinkin' 'bout asking to prom?" Gregory asked.

Wilson tried to think of a fake answer but couldn't. "Nobody."

"Whaaaaaa? But dude you're like really buff & hot, you could easily get a date dude," Gregory winked.

"Don't wink at me."

"So like.. I can tell you have a problem with me, but I don't get why?" Gregory questioned with a smile on his face, "what did I do, man? You don't like milkshakes or som'n?"

Wilson ignored the question.

"Oh dude, you know who's really, really hot & you should ask? Like, that cupcake guy."

"Yeah, they're not really my type."

"Ohhh you're into girls."

Wilson cocked his head, "what? Why did you assume I wasn't?"

"Well y'know, like the skirt & the high heels & the makeup," Gregory gestured to just about all of Wilson.

"That doesn't mean anything.." Wilson frowned.

"Eyyy don't worry my man, there's noth'n wrong with being gay! Gregor' likes dudes! I'm bi, I'd never judge for that kinda thing!"

"I gotta go," Wilson said, "goodbye."

"Laters, my man! Hope you stop being so mad about som'n!"

The nerve of that guy. Who did he think he was, asking for front row seats to be reserved at a big event, & then pointing out how lonely Wilson was, & then questioning his sexuality? What did Leslie see in him? Ah, Leslie. His one fatal flaw was his taste in men, clearly. He could do so much better than someone like Gregory.

All of a sudden, Wilson fell to the floor, or rather he was pushed & then trampled. The Detention Gang ran past very quickly, laughing while barely looking at where they were going. Principal Brown was attempting to chase after them, but he wasn't even close to catching up. Absolutely shocking that a group of 13 year old delinquents could outrun a 50 year old man, right? Jodie Mallard, who happened to also be walking in the same direction as the gang, stopped to help her classmate get back onto his feet, before carrying on her way. Wilson thanked her, & then went to find Clare before break was over.

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Prom!, like what they’ve set up for twice this season lol. Give us the prom episode I beg

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I need to write my own idea of how this episode will go before they potentially do it themselves (I can see them saving prom til the finale idk)

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DARN RIGHT I AM!! >:))

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The Crush

Chapter 1

It was a mostly cloudy day in Elmore & the sun, which was peaking through the clouds, was beginning to set, however as winter was nearing its end, the sun was setting later than it had done previously. Two friends sat in their school's stadium staring in opposite directions while chatting.

"My cardigan has a hole in the sleeve," Clare Cooper complained, holding her left arm stretched out in front of her.

"Nooo, you love that cardigan!" Wilson Bilson replied in an apologetic tone.

"I'll have to get someone to sew it for me, I dunno how to," Clare sighed, "maybe Jodie knows how."

There was silence for a moment before Wilson said, "hey, Clare.. how do you know when you're interested in someone?"

"I dunno, you don't hate talking to them? Most people aren't that interesting."

"No like romantically."

Clare turned her head enough to see her best friend in her peripheral vision. "You like someone? Who?"

"I'm asking because I don't know if I do, Clare," he replied.

"Well, when I started liking Jared, anytime I was around him it felt like the world stopped moving, & I saw hearts whenever I gazed into his eyes, & it felt like there was a knot in my stomach."

"I'm made of paper so I don't really have a stomach."

"Touché."

Wilson hesitated, "um.. Clare?"

She silently prompted him to continue.

"I.. think I might like a boy."

"Do you think you're gay?"

"I don't know. I don't know what I am."

"Hmm.. you could always talk to Mr. Corneille. Whenever I have a problem I go to him & he's pretty good at helping me out. He gives great advice," Clare suggested.

"That's true, you do go to him for a lot of problems," Wilson replied.

Clare placed a sleeve-covered hand on her friend's shoulder, "hey, thank you for trusting me enough to begin to open up about this to me."

Wilson smiled warmly. He knew he could trust his best friend with anything.

***

The paper boy headed into the building as a few students belonging to various after school clubs began making their ways home. He knew the teachers wouldn't be staying behind for much longer, so he had to be fast. He headed straight for the geography classroom on the second floor where he knew he'd find Mr. Corneille.

"Ah, Wilson B., I was just about to leave. What brings you here?" The teacher asked in an overtly casual tone.

"Uh, I uh.." Wilson all of a sudden began to panic. Why was he talking to his geography teacher about this, & right as he was about to head home as well. "Actually, never mind it's alright."

"Nonsense. Come, sit," Mr. Corneille gestured to an empty chair.

Wilson hesitantly made his way over.

"So what's troubling you, young man?"

"I feel like this isn't something I should be talking to a teacher about, but Clare suggested I come see you because she likes your advice & I thought it was a good idea.."

Mr. Corneille waited silently for a continuation.

"I'm.. not sure how I feel about this boy.." Wilson said, nervously, "he's my best friend aside from Clare, but lately I've been feeling differently about him & I think it might be a crush, but I've never felt this way about a boy before & I'm not actually sure what I'm feeling."

"So you're having trouble in the love department?"

Wilson hesitantly nodded, clearly unsure of his answer.

"Well this is the social studies department, love department's that way." Mr. Corneille pointed at nothing.

"What?"

"If romance is what's on your mind, that is unfortunately not my area of expertise. I can give you general life advice or teach you geography. If it's your identity that you need help with, Mr. Small is just down the hall, he can help you with anything you need. & Edinburgh's the capital of Scotland."

"Oh. Yeah I guess this isn't something you're qualified for. Sorry for wasting your time, sir," Wilson apologised, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Don't be, my door is always open & students are always welcome for a chat, whatever that chat may be," Mr. Corneille replied, "I'm just redirecting you to someone who can help you more than I can. Also Harare is the capital of Zimbabwe."

"Thank you sir," Wilson said as he stood up & left the room.

Clare was waiting outside the room, leaning mysteriously against the wall, her green sparkly hair covering just one eye.

"Well, do you feel better?" She asked.

"He said it was really more of a conversation to have with Mr. Small than with him," Wilson replied, "I'm gonna head to his office & hope he's still here."

Clare narrowed her eyes slightly, "okay.. but I should warn you, that guy is an absolute nut. I'm glad you're talking to someone about this though instead of bottling up how you feel."

"Yeah, I've definitely heard strange things about Mr. Small. I think Josh likes him a lot though, so he can't be that bad."

"Yeah but Josh is weird," said Clare, "so.. mind if I ask who you may or may not have your eye on?"

Wilson blushed slightly & looked away, "I'd really rather figure out how I feel about him before I say anything out loud."

"It's okay, I get that."

The two waved goodbye to each other before heading in opposite directions. Clare headed back out of the building while Wilson made his way to the guidance councillor's office.

As he approached the office, Wilson got a whiff of something through the cracks of the door. It was definitely some kind of candle or incense but he couldn't quite place it. Good thing was, that meant Mr. Small hadn't left yet, & would still be around to chat. The paper boy turned the doorknob & entered the room to see the guidance councillor sat cross legged on the floor with multiple lit scented candles around him.

Mr. Small gestured to his own chair. "Have a seat, I sensed you'd come here."

"You did?" Wilson asked with a genuinely perplexed situation.

"With my sixth sense!" He replied, then muttered under his breath, "& because I saw you through the little window on the door."

Wilson nervously took a seat at Mr. Small's desk. He felt like he was doing something he shouldn't by sitting there.

"So, what brings you here?"

"Mr. Corneille told me to come, he thought it'd be better if I spoke to you rather than to him," Wilson started, "lately I've been having some feelings that I've never had before.. about a boy."

The guidance councillor silently prompted him to continue speaking.

"The boy in question is one of my best friends & I'm really scared that what I'm feeling is gonna ruin our friendship!" Wilson paused before admitting, "I think I have romantic feelings for him."

Steve smiled & nodded, "ah yes, this part. Don't worry, lots of kids your age feel this way! I know I did."

Wilson was momentarily taken aback, "wait, are you gay?"

"Well, I don't like to label it, but yeah I'm queer," Mr. Small smiled.

Feeling a small amount of pressure lift off his chest, Wilson looked down half smiling & said "oh, okay."

"Listen Wilson, I have a yoga class I'm teaching in about 20 minutes, but if you want to come back to see me tomorrow or at any other point, my door is always open!" Mr. Small said kindly, standing up & heading around to where the student was sitting.

"I think I will, thank you sir."

"Oh you don't have to call me that! Just Mr. Small is fine," Steve smiled as he began rummaging through his desk drawer.

"Uhh.. what are you doing?" Wilson asked.

A few seconds later, Mr. Small stood back up with a tiny paper bag, "have these stickers!"

"Thanks, but I'm not a five year old at the dentist."

"Correct! You're a thirteen year old in the councillors office!" He beamed as he opened the bag & showed the contents to Wilson, "these are rainbow pride stickers!"

"Why are you giving these to me?"

"Because I have like 200 of them & I stick them everywhere," Mr. Small gestured to the side of his filing cabinet, then to the base of his monitor, then to his water bottle, all of which had a minimum of two rainbow stickers, "& to remind you that you're not alone & you've always got at least one ally: me!"

"Oh. Thank you," Wilson replied, genuinely.

"Alright, I'm gonna head out now. I suggest you do the same."

They both left the office & made their own ways out of the building.

As he walked, Wilson's eyes darted around a little, trying to process his thoughts. He wasn't used to talking about this kind of thing out loud, it was the kind of thing he'd always felt he had to keep to himself, but with his newfound feelings for his friend, he knew he couldn't bottle it up anymore. He sighed rather loudly, truly feeling like just by briefly talking about it with someone who'd experienced a similar thing that a huge burden was being lifted from him. Perhaps tonight, for the first time in a long time, he'd finally get a good night's sleep.

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Mm. Yes.

Don’t write fanfic at 2 AM, kids 👍

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The Polaroid

Penny Fitzgerald walked out of class as the bell rang & headed for her locker as someone came running up behind her. It was her cousin, Leslie.

"Penny! Penny, I need to talk to you about something".

"What's up?" she replied.

Leslie's eyes darted around before he leaned in to whisper, "I need you to promise me you won't speak of this to anyone."

Penny nodded.

"Alan kissed me."

"He what?" Penny gasped.

"I promise you, he did," replied Leslie, "completely out of nowhere! I was sitting on the bench at the back of the schoolyard during lunch, then Alan came over & kissed me."

Penny narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Are you sure? I know you like him, but that really doesn't sound like him, & he'd never do something like that to Carmen."

"I know what happened, Penelope Fitzgerald."

She sighed. "I'm sorry, you're right. I wasn't there, you'd certainly know what happened better than me."

"Thank you," Leslie said.

"So how was it?" Penny asked.

Leslie was surprised that she asked. "It was nice! He kissed me on the cheek & I was so taken aback, I just sat there with a stupid little expression on my face. I wish I'd said something."

"You should talk to him! School is only just over, you could probably catch him."

"No, I think he's busy. He tutors the younger kids after school on Wednesdays, I wouldn't want to make him late for that."

Penny smiled then said, "speaking of which, thank goodness we don't have cheer practice today, Miss Simian gave us so much homework. It's gonna take me all night!"

"& I still have to practise my flute on top of that!" Leslie added. "I don't know how that handsome balloon does it all."

***

Leslie lay awake in bed that night. He thought about that kiss. Oh how overjoyed he was in that moment. Then he thought about Carmen, his poor friend whose boyfriend was probably ch-

No. He couldn't bare the thought. Leslie knew what this situation most likely meant, but he didn't want to think about Alan in such a way. That's not the kind of person he was. Maybe he should speak to Carmen tomorrow & find out what happened..

For now though, all Leslie could think about was that kiss. Did Alan like him back? Did anyone else see what happened? Would it, could it, happen again?

***

Today was a new day. Leslie woke up with a slightly clearer mind. He had to speak to Alan. He looked down at his phone & noticed that he had a text from Penny.

Let's sit together on the bus!

He smiled. He could always count on Penny to be by his side no matter what. He grabbed his school bag & exited through the front door.

Penny was sitting near the back of the school bus in the aisle seat making sure she had a seat free, & as soon as she noticed her cousin getting on board, she scooted over to the window. Leslie walked to the back of the bus & sat down.

"So, what's your plan?" Penny asked.

Leslie sighed, "I want to talk to Alan, but I think I have to do the right thing & speak to Carmen first. I'll try to get to both of them by lunch."

"I'm proud of you, Les," Penny smiled, "I'm so pleased you're putting Carmen's feelings first."

"I just don't want the guilt hanging over my head every time I think of Alan. I'd like to enjoy whatever ends up happening with him properly."

"Did you speak to your mom about it?"

"Yeah," Leslie replied, "she essentially said that she was happy I was excited but I couldn't let my feelings cloud my judgment over the situation, & I have to confront Carmen."

"She sounds just like my mom, she'd say exactly the same thing," Penny giggled.

The bus approached Elmore Jr. High & Leslie noticed something: a certain cactus was missing. Strange, it wasn't like Carmen to skip school. She must've known what happened then, because Alan was sitting all alone on the bus near the front.

Everyone got off the bus, said goodbye to Rocky, & entered the building, ready to start the day. A black car pulled up just behind the bus & a solemn looking Carmen exited from it. So she wasn't skipping school after all, she was avoiding someone, & it was no mystery who. Penny gave her cousin a small nudge on the shoulder, urging him to approach her. His heart began racing, & he approached her cautiously.

"Hi Carmen," he started.

"What?" Carmen asked, bluntly.

"Is.. everything alright?" Leslie hesitated.

"Everything's peachy."

"Are you su-"

"I broke up with Alan," blurted Carmen.

Leslie became even more nervous, "may I ask why?"

"You know very well why!" Carmen yelled at him before running into school in tears.

"So she clearly knows he kissed you," Penny said, stating the obvious.

The two followed behind Carmen & headed for their first class of the day.

Biology with Miss Simian was incredibly boring. Leslie spent most of the lesson either staring out the window, or nervously glancing back & forth at Alan a few rows diagonally to the front, while trying to come up with what he was going to say at lunch. At one point, Alan looked back at Leslie & smiled, causing him to blush. Penny sat next to Leslie & mostly got on with her work, but occasionally she'd turn to him to ask about the class, or to get him to focus.

All of Leslie's classes today were with Carmen, which created an incredibly uncomfortable tension. Every time she looked in his direction he practically begged in his head for the ground to swallow him up. It's not like Leslie was the one who kissed Alan, he technically hadn't done anything wrong himself. With that thought, he actually began to notice that he wasn't the only one being given that prickly look. Carmen was practically giving everyone that exact same glare. The poor girl, she must have felt so humiliated. Maybe people saw what happened. Perhaps rumours were already spreading. Oh, the anxiety. Leslie could hardly think, the last thing he wanted was to sit through his classes all morning. Tobias's eyes darted between him & Carmen, then turned to Leslie from across the room & mouthed "did he kiss you?" to which Leslie didn't respond, instead his face turned red & he hid behind his leafy arm.

***

After what felt like the longest Thursday morning of his life, the lunch bell finally rang & it was time for Leslie to confront the balloon of his dreams. On the way out of class, Penny followed him.

"How are you feeling?" She asked.

"Like my head's going to explode."

Penny put an arm on her cousin's shoulder, "it'll be alright. Despite everything, Alan is a good guy. The worst that's gonna happen is he'll say he doesn't like you that way, which will suck, but it won't be the end of the world. I'll be right here the whole time, you can come back to me no matter what happens."

Leslie covered his face dramatically, "my life is so complicated!"

The two got their green & orange slop from Rocky & then sat down at a table near the entrance. They scanned the room for Alan & saw that he was sitting at a table by himself with a plate of spaghetti & meatballs. Gumball ran over to Alan's table, stole a meatball, then aggressively rubbed it all over his face.

"You're dating this guy?" Leslie turned to Penny, asking in a judgmental tone.

Penny looked embarrassed, "I really don't know what his deal is with Alan."

Gumball left the cafeteria screaming something.

"Okay Les, now's your chance!"

Before he even stood up, however, Alan moved to put his now empty tray away & then floated in Leslie's direction.

"Hey Leslie! Can we talk?" He asked, kindly.

"Uhh.. absolutely!" Leslie stuttered as he got out of his seat & followed Alan into the corridor. He turned to look at Penny & she gave him two thumbs up for good luck.

Alan took a deep breath & began to speak. "Leslie, I'm sorry about yesterday. I never meant to lead you on, & I honestly & truly don't actually remember kissing you."

Leslie was suddenly very confused, "wait what do you mean?"

"Oh, did I dream this? I apologise for making this your problem at all!"

"No no, you kissed me on the cheek yesterday at lunch, but what do you mean you don't remember?"

"I mean that I didn't know it happened until Gumball showed Carmen & I all the photos of me kissing everyone. I wanted to apologise to you first because you were the only person smiling in any of the photos, & I wanted you to know that I care deeply about you, but I never meant to lead you on in any way," Alan explained.

Leslie looked down for a second while trying to understand the situation. "So it wasn't just me? You kissed multiple people?"

"Yes, & I plan on apologising to all of them at some point today too. I'm so sorry if this is all a huge let down for you, I'm flattered you seemed to enjoy it, truly! I just don't feel that way about you. My heart belongs to Carmen."

"I.. understand.." Leslie turned his head away from Alan & gained a sad expression.

Alan reached out & touched his cheek, "hey.. are we still friends?"

Leslie smiled sadly, but said with full sincerity, "friends."

The young flower headed back into the cafeteria & sat back down with his cousin.

"So? How'd it go?" Penny asked, already sensing Leslie's disappointment.

"He doesn't even remember doing it, but apparently Gumball had photographic evidence of him kissing me.. & multiple others."

Penny was taken aback, "multiple others? & he doesn't remember? Something's not right, do you think he was framed?"

"How?" Leslie asked, sounding defeated.

"Well the laws of physics don't exactly apply to many of us here, do they? Anything could have happened."

"I had so much hope, you know? I genuinely thought he liked me for a while there. Maybe that was silly of me."

"It's okay. Even if Alan isn't the one, you will get your moment. I just know it!" Penny smiled.

Leslie laid his head on the table. "Can I be alone for a while?"

Penny nodded & stood up. As she left the cafeteria, Leslie started softly crying.

***

At the end of the school day, Penny & Leslie left class together once again. They each went to their lockers & collected their things for cheer practice.

"After the day I've had, I'm really not in the mood for this," Leslie sighed.

Penny replied, "it's alright, Coach Russo is walking us through our routine today, so you don't have to work as hard as you normally do & give the rest of us pointers."

"That is true."

The two headed out to the track & met up with the other cheerleaders. Carmen looked a lot happier than earlier. Alan must've apologised to her too after speaking to the people he may or may not have kissed.

"Hey, Les," Carmen said gently. "I'm sorry for snapping at you this morning. I know you didn't do anything wrong, & you weren't the one who kissed my boyfriend, I thought he kissed you."

"It's okay, I probably looked way too happy to be having my friend's boyfriend cheat on her with me," Leslie replied.

"Okay, yeah, I was a little mad that you were smiling, but Alan explained everything & to be honest I think Gumball & Darwin had something to do with it, I think they set him up in some way."

"That's what I said," Penny chimed in.

"I asked him if he wanted to get back together, & he said yes. We're cool now. Are you gonna be okay, Leslie?" Asked Carmen.

"Yeah, I'm happy my friend is happy."

Carmen gave Leslie a very tight, loving hug. He hugged her back.

Coach Russo spat through her whistle.

"You three, enough chit chat, get into your positions."

"Yes coach!" All three of them said at once, causing them to laugh.

***

Finally, the day was over. Leslie arrived at home & stepped through the front door.

"How was school?" His mother asked.

"It was okay," Leslie replied.

"How did things go with Alan?"

"He.. doesn't like me in that way. He & Carmen are back together."

"Oh honey," she said gently, putting a leafy arm on her son's shoulder.

"Do you mind letting me be alone?" Asked Leslie.

"Not at all!"

Leslie headed to his room where he lay down to process everything. Thank goodness for his mother. Thank goodness for Penny.

***

A/N:

Hey! So I haven't written fanfiction since I was like.. the characters' age lol, but I've been really hyperfixated on Gumball again since the new season came out, & I wanted to try & write something. This is meant to have taken place at the same time as The Saint. I really love the ship between Leslie & Alan, in fact I'm like.. the face of it on some other platforms, but for this I wanted it to be canon compliant, so it's just one sided. I'll probably write something between them where it's actually romantic another time. I'd love to get better at writing like this, I have my own story ideas outside of fanfiction that I'd love to put into book form but pacing is something I really struggle with, along with writing stuff that isn't dialogue since nowadays u mostly write comic scripts & story notes. I'll try to make time to do this kinda thing more often! With practice comes skill after all! Anyway, I hope you liked this! <33