Alright, check this out, I took a little stroll through memory lane and read Gumball's New Feelings TO COMPLETION! Not a fun time. Not a bit. 14 year old me knew nothing about writing except how to take bits and pieces from other stories, massacre them, and then slap the lyrics of a song in and put it out like I was doing God's work.

I can't let that be what's remembered of me man. So here we are, just for fun, for the sake of shits and giggles, I, 18 year old fantom fiction, will be condemning my younger self by writing something that I'll be happy with in today's times.

The title will stay consistent, but all of that b.s that went on in the story? Events and what-not? We're gonna go ahead and fix it.

Please enjoy as we take this journey together, some of you remember the series, some of you are even new to the series, but welcome to the director's cut remastered version. Thank you for your time, let's get this underway.

The sun setting signaled all of the residents of Elmore to go home to rest after a long day of doing whatever they did during the day. Lowering down beneath the horizon, fading from a fiery orange to a funereal blue, the city was slowly settling down for a nice, comfortable evening. One resident, however, had a long night ahead of him.

Gumball Watterson sat at his desk and stared at the computer monitor. It was neither on, nor was it an actual point of interest for him, it was merely a muse for him to look at in hopes that it would somehow clear his thoughts. It wasn't as if he had any real life problems; being young had it's perks, such as shoulders that weren't large enough yet to carry the weight of the world. Any problem he had nowadays were, on the larger scale of things, relatively small and manageable. That didn't stop it, however, from causing this strange mixture of emotions within him that left his stomach light and heavy at the same time.

He frowned, lightly gripping the bridge of his nose with agitated fingers. It really shouldn't have been this big of a deal, it was just that before today, he thought he didn't have feelings for anyone except who he figured was undoubtedly the love of his life, Penny Fitzgerald, the most beautiful girl in his grade who had him wrapped around her finger and could get anything she wanted from him by merely asking for it. And although those feelings lingered with him still, it was almost painful when he realized that maybe another person caught some of that same attention from him.

Only for a quick moment though, a very brief moment. As brief as it was, however, it still left it's mark on his psyche. That very day, only a handful of hours ago, he had been walking through the halls of Elmore Jr. High accompanied by his best friend and aquatic brother Darwin talking about nonsense. The kind of talk that happened for reasons you couldn't remember. They had been headed to the cafeteria for lunch and almost as soon as the doors had opened and the aromas had hit him had he been stopped in his tracks. Only for a quick moment though. A very brief moment.

Sitting straight ahead of him had been the transparent figure of Carrie, a girl Gumball had been friends with for a while and had never looked at in any other context but that; as just a friend. It was different this time though.

Maybe it was the way the sun had shown through her, making her appear as an apparition with a heavenly glow that could entrance even the man who had seen everything, which Gumball had mistaken for a feeling of love or something along the lines which really could have just been another person's perfect photo opportunity.

Or maybe it was the pleasant smells of cafeteria food which had hung in the air and possibly tricked him into thinking that it felt good because she was there.

Or, the final theory, maybe it was the way she sat alone with her head hanging, a look on her face like existence brought her pain as she ran her fork through food she couldn't eat which screamed, 'someone, come to my rescue!' and Gumball had just been feeling that obligation to be there for her.

Or maybe he was just nuts. That was always a fall back option. Maybe he had become unhinged mentally and everything he thought he wanted no longer seemed appealing.

For the sake of getting these bottled up nerves out, he started slamming his fists on his desk. It was only a second! He'd seen millions of seconds, why had this one second meant so much to him that it was keeping him up at night? Was it a threatening feeling? It was making him rethink a lot he thought he already knew. He thought Penny was the one, and he thought Carrie was just a friend. That second had compromised his thinking processes on both of these people which really felt like steel rain on his paper umbrella.

Thinking about all of this had made his brain sore, it wasn't uncommon for him to get headaches from thinking too much. His little sister Anais loved to remind him of that a lot. He pushed away from his desk and hopped off his chair, heading over to his bunk bed which sat right next to his brother's fish bowl. He gave a quick smile to his pal who had long ago outgrown that little space but still preferred being in it over the bed.

Gumball removed his clothes, making sure to set his sweater on it's hanger so he could hang it back up in his closet. He climbed the ladder slowly up to his bed to try and get some shut-eye. Thank the stars that it was Saturday tomorrow and he could try to find something to take his mind away from these troublesome thoughts.

Laying in his bed did not do the trick as he had hoped, for what followed was a restless night full of waking up hoping that he had slept it off.

Before he knew it, he was awoken for the umpteenth time, this time by the golden glow of the sun shining in through his window, illuminating a small square of light on the floor which seemed to cast away all shadows in the room. Grunting, he pushed himself up to start his day. It already wasn't looking good by how little his night seemed to mean to the universe, because as much as he wanted to stay in the moment of last night and figure out what was going on with him, the world kept trekking on and he was forced to keep up and take each day with either a smile or a frown. He felt the wrinkles form on his forehead as he made his choice. Today would be spent in aggravation and thought. And nothing could change that. Nothing.

Nothing except, maybe, a homemade waffle whose smell had made it's way up and into his room. Maybe he'd lighten up for breakfast, but after that, his grumpy day began.

He made his way slowly downstairs to check out the scene. When he got to the kitchen he saw his mother happily making the waffles he had been able to smell from upstairs. She was humming an impromptu melody that made it hard to want to be a grouch today. The rest of his family had been waiting at the table, talking amongst themselves. His father Richard had been talking about his days as a child, which had no doubt been spurred by one of his siblings. He sat down at the table, taking a sip of orange juice which had preemptively been placed there for him.

"Morning buddy!" Darwin greeted his brother with a positive attitude that he always carried with him. Gumball smiled at his younger sibling.

"What was with all that banging coming from your room last night?" Anais had asked, having lost interest in her father's story. He didn't mind though, he kept on talking like he hadn't even noticed about the time when he had gotten stuck in the school bathroom for a whole weekend and had to survive with what was around him.

"Oh, that?" Gumball said, hoping that by acknowledging what she said he could figure out an answer that could satisfy his prying sister, but he had nothing. "Uh... I saw a bug?" How lame of an excuse was that? He saw a bug? That's what the racket was for? It was all he could scrape together, he didn't want to have to vocalize his problems when he didn't have a clear answer to them and get them involved. His meddling family would definitely make things worse.

"Well next time you see a bug, try to kill it quieter, I was already having trouble sleeping without you trying to break down the walls." She said with a little frown on her face. Thankfully she had seemed to buy it.

"I'll keep that in mind sis." He took another drink of his juice, not really wanting to say more. He turned, instead, to listen to his father's ramblings and laughed with his siblings and mother for the rest of the morning. Beyond that, when they went there separate ways for the day, it was back to his thoughts. This really screwed everything up, he couldn't even enjoy a Saturday, or a Sunday for that matter! The weekend was ruined inadvertently by Carrie.

Sunday night, as he was lying in bed, he decided that when he went to school the next day he would just have to have a little chat with her, spend some time with her at lunch. Maybe nothing was going on and having a little one on one would make him realize he didn't feel anything. Comfortable with that thought, he rolled over to fall asleep before his stupid brain could ruin another night for him.

Too bad it did.

Alrighty. Chapter 1, already much much better than the original in my own opinion. Although you do have the right to disagree. After all, the original was my ticket to meeting y'all. Maybe tampering with that invades the sanctity of long forgotten memory. Or maybe I don't care. Oh well. Leave your reviews, good or bad or ugly, I'd love to hear what you think of this. It has been a while, so I'll find my groove once again. Till next time all.