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Chapter 13: Meow
Richard poked his head onto the living room then his eyes widened, Is that a hickey Darwin?
He glanced down, and sure enough, there was a hickey on his collar bone, No
Sure is, jeez Gumball. Anais said, eyes widening.
Have fun! The cat shouted and picked Darwin up, then ran up the stairs laughing wildly.
Gumball ran into their room and shut the door with his foot. Darwin clung to his neck for dear life, but he still laughed.
That was fun! Gumball said after a while.
It was, Darwin agreed. put me down please?
Gumball obliged and set Darwin down, onto his feet. Darwin turned to the cyan haired boy with a smile, that soon dropped when he looked over his chest. Scars, white scars covered it, the biggest being the one over his heart. The fish tailed boy reached his hand over to touch the scar, but he stopped when
Chapter 11: Nightmares
Then the soft purring of Gumball lured Darwin to sleep, only, it wasnt peaceful.
Darkness, everywhere was darkness. Gripping and tugging at his thoughts and feet. All was silent, no, there was a heavy beating coming from behind him. No, that was the throbbing in his head. Wait, there was a splash. Water. A bridge appeared in front of him, and he was suddenly running towards it. A brunette stood at the edge, a wicked grin plastered to her face. Memories, they all flashed through his blank mind, soon becoming cluttered and confusing. Gumball, he was shoved off the edge by the girl, Penny, after he was kissed. Cries for help, of pain, and the sound of dark, racing water filled their ears. Horrible sounds of screams, fighting, and that metallic smell blood.
Too much blood was around, too much for his liking. Whos blood? He glanced around and saw Gumball with a sharp stick gettin
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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