"Alright, water break! Back on the field in five minutes! I want to run the show two more times!" The band director shouted into her microphone. There was a mutual sigh of relief throughout the band as they dropped their instruments and ran towards the other side of the practice field where their water bottles were, cold and in the shade. Gumball carefully laid his flute on the dry grass and ripped the lyre off of his forearm before wiping away the sweat on his forehead.
It was early in the morning and sun was brighter and hotter than ever. This was only the first rehearsal of the day and he was already tired. It didn't help that one of his roommates had kept him up all night. But he couldn't complain too much, it was one of the perks of being gay: you always get to room with your boyfriend. Speaking of boyfriend, just as Gumball was following the crowd, he felt a poke on his shoulder and turned to see his boyfriend, Marshall Lee, grinning happily at him from behind his mirrored sunglasses, twirling a drumstick in between his fingers.
Marshall Lee Abadeer was the lead snare and section leader for the drumline. He got to do count-offs, taps, and announce cadences for the band to march to. Essentially, he was pretty cool, if you couldn't already tell from his shades, backwards hat, and ripped tank top. Gumball was lucky, or at least he always thought he was. Marshall could've had anyone, and he chose him.
"Five minutes, huh? That's three more than usual," Marshall stated, wrapping his muscly arm around Gumball's shoulders. He was sweaty and didn't smell that great, but neither did Gumball so he didn't care.
"I guess Petrikov is going easy on us. I heard it's supposed to reach a hundred and three degrees today, hottest it's been all summer."
"Damn. And of course Glob can't spare us with any clouds. I think I can hear my skin sizzling off," he laughed. Gumball laughed too, relating. The two separated once they were reunited by friends and comfortable shade, going to their own designated baskets that were organized by section. Gumball searched the bin for his signature pink water bottle but frowned when he couldn't find it. Did someone take it? Maybe one of the band moms were refilling it again? Gumball shrugged and decided to just go and beg his boyfriend for a few gulps of his water instead.
When he turned around he was instantly met with a cold splash to his face. Gumball flinched with a gasp and opened his eyes to see his good friend and co-section leader, Fionna Mertins, standing in front of him, soaking wet and holding his beloved water bottle with a smug look.
"WET T-SHIRT CONTEST!" She yelled before squirting his torso, thus making his now see-through shirt stick to his body uncomfortably. Before Gumball had a chance to scold her, she threw his bottle at him before running off and splashing more people. He smiled at his best friend with a shake of his head and squirted water into his mouth before going to find Marshall in the crowd of band geeks. He found his boyfriend with his bass drum playing friend, Flame, playing with their water bottles, like most everyone else was doing in an attempt to cool off while having fun.
Gumball got an idea as a smirk rose to his face. He took one last chug of the icy water before unscrewing the top and charging at Marshall. He ripped off his baseball cap and dumped the freezing cold liquid all over his boyfriend's head. The black-haired senior let out a high-pitched shriek, making Gumball and Flame almost fall over with laughter.
Marshall glared at them. He was soaked from head to toe and his sunglasses were slipping off his face. Just one look at his boy's expression set Gumball into another fit of hysterics.
"Oh, you are SO gonna get it, B! And give me back my hat!" Marshall flicked his wet strands out of his face before lunging at his pink-haired boyfriend. He dodged and ran away, pulling the cap over his head and sticking his tongue out, clearly teasing him. "No, it's too hot to chase after you, Bubbs," Marshall crossed his arms over his chest, not wanting to do anymore exercise than he was doing on the field.
Gumball blew raspberries at him. "Laaame!"
"We can't all be track stars, my love. Some of us don't exactly enjoy running in thousand degree heat."
Gumball frowned and walked over to his drenched boyfriend. "I guess you're right. It is too hot."
He smiled devilishly. "Well maybe you should COOL OFF!" With that phrase, Marshall threw the contents of his water bottle on Gumball, which sent a cold shiver down his spine as his whole body was now soaked with ice water. He let out a loud gasp and wiped the water out of his eyes.
"I should've seen that coming..." he groaned and shoved his boyfriend, standing hunched over awkwardly so that his shirt wouldn't stick to his body grossly. Marshall just laughed at his misery and flicked his hair out of his face.
For the remainder of their five minutes of freedom, the couple laid in the dry grass and stared up at the bright blue sky. Usually they would cloud watch, but since the sky was clear, they had to settle for this. Marshall liked the color of the sky because it reminded him of his boyfriend's gorgeous eyes. He would never admit it, but sometimes when he felt lonely, he would just gaze up at the sky and pretend Gumball was with him. Marshall turned his head to look at his partner. Gumball turned too and smiled lovingly at him. And Marshall smiled back, admiring the pink haired boy's eyes, which were way prettier than the sky. He could get lost in them all day.
"You have 30 seconds to get on the field with your instruments at set one! If I do not see you in position in time, I will make you run a lap!" Their band director yelled from atop her tall jungle gym-like podium structure thing. The boys frowned, not wanting to get up. But alas they did, Marshall pulling Gumball up, and walked back onto the field hand in hand. Everybody was racing to their positions as Marshall lazily put his sunglasses back on and Gumball adjusted the red hat on his head.
"10!...9!...8!...7!..."
"Oh shit!" Marshall exclaimed and Gumball thought. They dropped their hands and began sprinting towards their instruments, their shoes sloshing the whole time. Just as Petrikov reached the number one and people were scrambling into position, the two section leaders had only just reached their instruments. "NOO!" Marshall yelled dramatically as he fell to the ground in defeat. People around him laughed.
"Marshall Lee, a lap! Barnaby, a lap! You can make-out in your free time, not on my field!" She yelled into the mic as the crowd of band kids laughed and mocked them. The two groaned and set their instruments off to the sidelines before starting to jog. Without even having to say a word to each other, the two knew this was going to be a competition. And so did the rest of the band.
Marshall broke off into a sprint, knowing that he better get a good lead on Gumball before he caught up and won. But Gumball wasn't about to let that happen. He started sprinting as well. The band cheered them on, rooting for one or the other. Gumball quickly caught up to Marshall, all thanks to his track skills, and eventually got a small lead on him. This ended up going back and forth between the two, seeing as they were both extremely stubborn and competitive.
Once they saw that they near where they started, all hell broke loose. Kids were screaming, their legs were burning, and Marshall was about to win, just by an inch. Gumball knew this and decided he was going to play dirty and do something he would probably hate him for. A smirk rose to his face as his hand reached out to push Marshall. With a slightly rough shove, he tripped and rolled to the ground and Gumball crossed the unofficial finish line. The crowd was shocked but greatly entertained, cheering Gumball on. He was out of breath and his feet were sore, but he wore a happy grin. Gumball threw his hands up in triumph.
He turned to look at Marshall. He was a few feet behind, laying on his back and staring up at the sky with a blank expression. His chest was moving up and down rapidly and his sunglasses were laying a distance away. Gumball smirked and walked over to him. He didn't feel bad about what he did, Marshall was fine. But nonetheless he apologized and reached his hand out for Marshall to grab. He glared at his boyfriend for playing him so dirty like that, but accepted it anyways. And just as Marshall was back to his feet, Gumball shoved him down to the ground again and ran away, laughing maniacally. The kids in the crowd freaked out and laughed. Petrikov shook her head, but couldn't help but laugh as well.
"You piece of shit!" Marshall yelled as he attempted to chuck his glasses at Gumball. He missed though, and got back up. The drumline was never going to let this down. He muttered angrily under his breath as he flung his harness on his shoulders and stomped to his spot in the field. Everyone was mocking and laughing at him, and as mad as he was, he couldn't help but crack a little smile. In a way, he was sort of proud that his Gumball had the guts to do what he did.
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"Duuude! When Gummy fuckin' shoved you to the ground like a straight up savage, were were all like 'OHHH'! That was CRAZY, man!" Flame hyped from the table in the cafeteria, earning some strange looks from nearby tables. "And then! When he did it AGAIN! Pfftahaha! Man, let me tell ya, I was ROLLIN'!" He cackled, leaning far back in his chair.
"Yeah yeah, super funny," Marshall Lee said sarcastically. "I hope you know I'm still mad at you," he directed at Gumball. "Thanks to you, I'm the laughing-stock of band! There's no way the girls aren't going to do a stupid skit about it on Friday." Gumball just giggled and took a proud bite of his salad.
Every year for the "talent show" at the end of the week, the senior girls preform skits in between the acts to basically make fun of the senior guys. They're always horribly acted out and quite dumb, but hey, it's tradition.
"Speaking of talent show, what's the Band-Family-Fun-Night activity for tonight?" Fionna asked through a mouthful of crappy pizza.
"I think it's movie night. But I'm not for sure," Gumball stated, wiping his mouth with a neatly folded napkin. He turned and smiled at his grumpy boyfriend. "Sit by me?"
"Of course, babe." Marshall placed a kiss on his temple before continuing to chow down. Gumball gleaned with happiness.
"I heard from one of the sax players that we're watching one of the movies from our show. If it's not Harry Potter, I might throw a fit," B.M.O. the piccolo player called out in their Japanese accent. B.M.O.'s name was horribly complicated for the Americans to pronounce, so somewhere down the road the nickname was created and apparently it stuck well.
"Ew no. We better be watching Jurassic Park," Fionna retorted.
"I heard a clarinet say Pirates of the Caribbean," Marshall stated.
"What about Superman? He's cool right? I mean he starts off our show, why not watch his movie." Flame pointed out.
"Because all the Superman movies are trash. Petrikov wouldn't make us suffer through that." Marshall threw a fry at him.
"Lord of the Rings, maybe?" Gumball suggested. Everyone else just kind of shrugged, sort of hoping Simone didn't pick that as the movie choice.
The rest of their dinner went by soon enough and the young lovers were now walking to the activities building with a huge handful of enough blankets and pillows for four people. The boys went back to their dorm to collect enough for the both of them, which was mostly an excuse to have a make-out session, when their dorm-mates, Flame and tuba-player LSP (another nickname with a long story) requested they bring theirs as well so that they could chat up girls in the meantime.
Once everyone was cuddled up in front of the projector screens with their snacks and blankets, the movie began. Simone Petrikov ended up having everyone vote between the five movies and after a long debate, the newest Jurassic Park ended up winning. Marshall and Gumball cuddled under Gumball's fuzzy pink kitten blanket while they watched, sharing big bags of popcorn and M&Ms. Occasionally, the two would take turns feeding one another and giving each other sweet kisses on the neck or cheek. At the loud parts, Gumball would flinch, cover his ears, and hide his face in the crook of the other's neck, which Marshall found absolutely adorable, and hugged him a little closer every time.
Bubba was a bit sensitive to loud noises, which one would think he'd be used to considering he's in marching band. Marshall always kept this in mind whenever he was practicing drum beats or any other form of music around his boyfriend. Gumball always appreciated that, even if his ear sensitivity wasn't that serious.
Once the movie had ended, everyone went back to the dorms to get ready for bed and prepare themselves for the next day ahead of them. The four seniors walked back to the room with all the blankets. Flame called dibs to the shower first, so the others settled with playing cards for the meantime. LSP ranted to the couple about the latest gossip going around while munching on chips.
"Shower's free," Flame mumbled, running a towel over his red hair while walking completely nude to his personal room.
"Dibs!" Gumball quickly threw his cards down and ran to the bathroom. He didn't like sharing showers or tubs after people have just used it, but going after one sweaty boy was better than going after three. The bathroom was big, just like all of the rooms since they had the special senior one. It had two sinks and two separate rooms for the toilet and shower. Gumball wished there was at least one more of each. He knew from experience that one toilet was not enough to share between four teenage boys.
Gumball grabbed a towel and his toiletries before undressing and turning the water on. He waited for it to warm up before stepping in.
Meanwhile in the living room area, the three other boys were continuing their card game. When he heard the water finally kick on, Marshall suddenly stood up and smirked at the other two. "Turn some music on, I'm going in with Bubs."
"Disgusting," Flame uttered, plugging his headphones into his ears.
LSP wiggled his eyebrows. "Come meet me in my shower when you're done." Marshall shot him a wink before he opened the first bathroom door and undressed himself. He flexed in the mirror before quietly opening the door to the shower room where his boyfriend was. He smirked and slipped behind the curtain, grabbing onto Gumball's waist.
What better way to to end a stressful day than having shower sex in a crowded college dorm bathroom?
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Their halftime show I indirectly mentioned:
Hollywood Blockbusters Themed Halftime Show preformed by Ohio State University (aka, the best)
(Theirs obviously would've been more simplistic tho considering they're high schoolers)