(Authors note: This story takes place in a semi-modern version of Aaa, where most of the characters are attending high school. Other than minor changes made to the setting and some character details, everything else will remain the same. (eg. Marshall Lee's ability to float, Cake's ability to shape shift, etc.)

On occasion, there will be sexual scenes, but chapters with said sexual scenes in them will usually contain a warning beforehand.

Another thing to note is that this'll be a song-fic, so in later chapters, there will be bits and pieces of lyrics that'll fit into certain situations of the story. However, this will only be the case when a character is performing the song, or the song is physically playing in the background of that setting.)

Prologue: Getting Down To Business

The Candy Kingdom High school Homecoming Dance!

Those seven words were printed in a bright, florescent pink font, scribbled haphazardly on a blank sheet of paper with little confetti glued poorly on to it's naked surface. A short, blonde haired female by the name of Fionna stood directly in front of the poster, her eyes glued on it like the styrofoam stars were, scrutinizing some nameless individual's work. Originally, she was making her way to the music room, when this foreign advertisement caught her eye, causing her to make an abrupt stop. There were countless jumbled thoughts going through her head during those few seconds that she stood there, and as she slowly began to continue her stride towards her destination, she couldn't help but look back at it once more – as if it were some creature ready to devour her at any moment.

The fuss over this was unreal, and only now did she begin to realize that. Candy Kingdom High School had preparation mode in full swing for the coming of this event, and there wasn't a single student who wasn't excited - girls already had their entire outfit planned out, and guys were already starting to ask girls out as companions, or both were arranging groups in which they'd all go together. The event planning committee had really blown up this event (a little out of proportion, in Fionna's opinion), as there was always something going on to advertise it. Whether it be someone on the morning announcements counting down the days until Homecoming, or random, poorly made posters (such as the one she had just passed) popping up everywhere. On the odd day, some of the students would be handing them out in class, but most days, they were just taped on to walls or shoved into lockers. Of course, the principal's son was arranging it, so it would make sense why there was so much commotion. And what's more, was that almost all girls had their sights set out to ask the principal's son to be their date. In fact, Prince Gumball was so popular that he even had girls asking him out the day he had uttered the first word about his thoughts on even hosting a Homecoming Dance to begin with.

And how very like him to turn all of the invitations down. Prince Gumball was known as the type to belong to everyone, but belong to no one at the same time. "A man of the people" was what Cake once called him, and it was fitting. After all, it was no secret that half the student population had a crush on him, and if not a crush, then he was admired by the other half. Guys wanted to be like him, girls wanted to be with him – and as much as the little blonde hated to admit it, she definitely fitted into that category. Although she only considered it a dumb puppy love crush, she couldn't help but acknowledge the way her heart sped up and how her cheeks turned pink at every single thought of him. Even the mere sight of him drew her attention like nothing else – Not that she'd ever admit it, though. However, she couldn't help but feel something akin to redemption as she was relieved she wasn't one of the girls who had gotten her hopes up. If Prince Gumball had said no to so many girls thus far, it could only mean he didn't plan on going with anyone, or he already had a date. With that in mind, Fionna let out a small sigh.

'I would've gotten rejected too… Like that wouldn't be embarrassing. The whole thought of liking him in the first place is just…'

Scrunching her face, she immediately defused her thoughts as she felt the sides of her cheeks burning up. Well, it's not like she was planning on asking him any time soon, if at all. Considering the facts that he was student body president, had valedictorian on lock, plus he was the principal's son? That only made the task much more intimidating than it already was… As if his good looks and charming personality weren't enough. While his good looks and charm were one thing that she wasn't entirely intimidated by, when she stopped and compared her achievements with his… It was just too overwhelming. And that thought definitely brought some color to her cheeks, and not in a good way.

But where did Fionna stand in the midst of all this? It wasn't as if she wasn't excited for the homecoming dance, per se. That wasn't the case at all – even though it was true that she was probably way less excited in comparison to everyone else. But this sort of thing wasn't her forte anyway. Even if the event was only a little more than a month away, she hadn't even begun to consider what she was going to wear. Initially, she had thought that wearing her usual day-to-day outfit would've been okay. After all, she didn't need to dress fancy for anybody, and as far as she knew – she wasn't planning on going with anyone special. But, in the back of her mind, she was full aware that there was no chance in Aaa that Cake would let her attend the homecoming in her regular attire. Thus, as much as she dreaded it, there would be some point in time when looking for some proper formal wear would be necessary. Knowing how Cake was about these things, Fionna could already hear her demanding to let her help choose a dress, and it'd probably have to be some sort of gorgeous, over-the-top dress that would make Fionna stand out.

Sighing and shaking her head free of the idle thoughts, she continued on her way, forcing herself not to look over her shoulder again. Not that she'd really need to though, since posters just like the one she had passed were posted all over the school – although most were made a lot nicer that the earlier, disorganized mess of an advertisement.

'Homecoming dance, huh. That's what Marshall's preparing for right now…' She thought to herself, her fingers subconsciously tightening their grip on the straps of her absinthe green backpack as her mind flooded with images of the black haired male. 'I wonder if he's taking anyone to the dance…'

For a split second, Fionna continued to stride forward, all thoughts gradually evacuating her mind with each passing step. But immediately after, she faltered in her stride after seemingly realizing what she had just thought, her eyes widening.

'Wait, If he's taking anyone!?' The blonde haired female screamed in her mind as a bright pink shade began to taint her cheeks. 'Why do I care?! He's my best friend, and it's not like I wanted to go with him or anything! …Besides, homecoming dance doesn't really seem like Marshall's scene anyway… And even if he goes, it'll probably just be for the performance. Nothing else.'

Heaving a heavy sigh and pressing her lips together, Fionna slumped her shoulders as her fingers slid off the straps of her backpack and fell limply at her sides. She was disappointed in herself for even thinking such a thing. 'I already have someone I'd wanna go with, anyway. But…Not like that's ever gonna happen either…Cake talks about it like she's so excited and that it'd be super easy for me to snag a date with Prince Gumball…But…I still haven't told her that I was planning to go alone…' Suddenly, images of a slender, tall woman began to cloud Fionna's mind as her frown only grew bigger and her eyes fell to the floor of the hallway. 'Besides, while it would be cool to go with my best friend…I'm pretty sure that if Marshall did go…He'd go with—'

"Fionna!"

"Huh?"

Snapping out of her state of trance, Fionna's head immediately whirled towards the source of the voice, and just as quickly, she was met face to face with Marshall Lee.

"Oh. Hi, Marshie." Fionna muttered nervously as she adverted her gaze from his face. 'After thinking about that, I can't even look at him straight in the eye…'

"Hey, Bunnie. Are you feeling okay? What's with you, you're way more ditzy than usual." Marshall observed, cocking an eyebrow at the blonde. "I called your name like three times from inside the music room, and you looked like you were about to walk past me. Did you forget where the music room was or something?"

"No, that's not it…" Fionna muttered under her breath, forcing herself to meet his eyes and flashing him a sheepish smile as she shrugged her shoulders slightly. Clearing her throat, her expression immediately brightened as she grabbed Marshall's shoulders and turned him back towards the music room. "…Anyway, the important thing is that I'm here now! So, let's get started right away!"

Marshall glanced over his shoulder wearily, curious of why his best friend was acting so strange. But, it was clear through the tone of voice that she no longer wanted to discuss the matter; so he decided to drop it, as he probably wouldn't get much of a response if he tried. It occurred to him that he ought to be worried about her, but the more he thought about it, the more he was certain that it was best to just leave it as it was. So that was exactly what he did, as his feet lifted off the ground and he floated in midair, Fionna's small hands automatically slipping off his shoulders as he did so.

"Alright, about time." Marshall replied, snatching his bass guitar from it's position against the wall and slinging it around his shoulders. "You remember the lyrics of the song, right?"

"Yeah, of course!" Fionna exclaimed, looking at him with a confused expression plastered on her face. "Duh, we've only been practicing this song forever, Marshall!"

"I just thought I'd ask since, y'know, you seemed extra ditzy today."

"Do not." Fionna huffed, pouting at the vampire king as she pulled up a chair and plopped down on it; arms folded across her chest.

She knew he was right though, but she wasn't about to pour out everything that was on her mind right then and there. Besides, he'd probably make fun of her for it, and Marshall was never fond of any subject regarding the principal's son.

Snickering, Marshall shook his head lightly at Fionna and playfully rolled his eyes as he began to lightly strum the strings of his bass guitar. "Okay, ready?"

"Ready!"

I hope you're all enjoying the story so far! Sorry for the massive amounts of background information, but I hope it set up well for a story introduction. Unfortunately, we weren't able to get to the good stuff this time around, but next time we'll definitely be able to get into more exciting things! Until next time~

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