SometimesIt wasn't supposed to be like this.Sometimes by IIPermafrostII
It was never like this.
This simply wasn't the way of things.
The pink haired man stood in front of the dark stained wooden door, hand hovering over the burnished bronze handle. Absently, his other hand tapped at his thigh, fingers picking at the fabric of his pants nervously. He stood on the rough, almost spongy feeling welcome mat laying on the cream coloured porch in front of the door, looking everywhere but through one of the three small, rectangle windows in front of him.
“I'm being silly! It's my own house!” The man scolded himself, scowling furiously and yet, his hand still hovered over the door handle, keys still clutched firmly and no closer to the lock than they had been before he'd spoken.
Somewhere behind him, a bird chirped, a kid rang their bike bell and someone shut their car door with a dull thunk. Still, Bubba Gumball stood before his own front door, seemingly unable to go in, a nervous frown fixed on his face.
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