Hey! So this is my first posted AT story. You ready? Okay, well, here we go!
I love you all!
I do not own Adventure Time or any of their characters.
The fourteen year old sat on her bed, staring at the ceiling, the blue hues comforting her and lulling her slowly back to sleep. It was so peaceful in her own little world and she was terribly tired from her adventures yesterday. "FIONNA ADLER. WAKE UP NOW, SWEETY. HE'S GONNA BE HERE SOON!" A voice called up the stairs.
She groaned, picking herself up and pulling off her pajamas. 'First day of school' she groaned inwardly. Right as she was pulling on her school skirt the door swung open. "Fio lets go. Cake told her to come and get y…" the raven haired boy looked up then. "MARSHALL, GET OUT." She screamed, using her arms to cover herself.
He stood stunned for a second, looking at the girl in front of him still in the process of changing "God, oh God. SORRY!" Marshall covered his eyes and closed the door. Once on the other side of the door, he leaned his back against it. A raging blush contorted his pale face. He ran a thin hand through his hear a sighed. "Dammit." He muttered and hit himself.
"What's all the yelling about?" Cake called up. "Nothing." Marshall yelled back. "Whatever you say…"
The door swung open and Marshall fell back with it, stumbling on top of Fionna. Flipping around and trying to catch his balance he ended up falling on top of Fionna, his face centimeters from hers. Her face turned the color red, his favorite. He smirked and whispered "How you doin?" His auburn eyes looked into her blue. "Marshall. Get. Off. Of. Me. NOW!" She pushed him off. "Stupid butt head." She growled, stomping off down the hall, her backpack in tow. Marshall followed, his side bag banging rather loudly against his hip. He was no quiet walker, his converse squeaking against the hardwood. Running his hands through his hair yet again, he started to trot down their stairs to the kitchen.
Cake nodded his way, acknowledging he was there. Fionna blatantly ignored him and continued to eat her toast. "You guys gotta go." Cake spoke up, pushing them out the door.
"Now be nice and civil you too. Especially you, Marshall." He groaned, "Fionna, no punching or fighting." She muttered to herself a little, something about 'no fun' and Marshall chuckled a little.
"C'mon. Hop on girly." Marshall patted the seat behind him on the shiny black motorcycle. "Aw cool!" her eyes widened and her grin ran through her face. Marshall smirked at her and tossed her a teal helmet. "Blue for milady."
"Oh quiet you." She groaned, smacking his shoulder as he revved up the engine. "Hold on to me." He told her, feeling her arms wrap around his waist he blushed, thankful no one could see his face through the helmet.
They sped off and Cake waved them away, yelling a "Be careful! Don't you kill my baby you Vampire!" He rolled his eyes at the stupid nickname. The cat had given him the nickname because of his pale complexion and black hair, as well as the birthmark on his neck that made it look as though he had been bit. She however, had been nicknamed for her love of baking and the fact that she loved cats with all her heart.
After a short while, they had arrived at Allard Art Academy, nicknamed Aaa by the students. Fionna hopped off the bike first, pulling off her helmet to reveal her signature bunny headband she always wore. She knew hats weren't allowed in school, so Cake forced her to leave it at home.
Her green backpack was odd with their red and orange plaid uniform, and along with her bunny ears, she was easily picked out in a crowd. Marshall took her helmet and his own and locked them to the bike before taking the keys from the ignition.
Fionna's mood was already lifted and Marshall forgiven as she looked at her new surroundings in awe. Marshall loomed over her, giving any new boys who stared at her a deadly glare. "Marshall! Its so awesome here!" She bounced up and down before pulling his arm along. "Lets go find our lockers." She said excitedly. After awhile, she let go of his arm and let him just walk beside her. Her nose was buried in a paper that held their locker numbers and information as Marshall scanned the halls. He got some blushing girls staring at him, as well as a few boys. Though, most of the male audience was staring at Fionna or in jealousy at Marshall. At this, he smirked.
"We're here bro!" She pointed at the lockers, in front. "And they're next to each other! Awesomeeee!" She cheered, before tugging at her locker. "It won't open." She frowned while glaring at the door, as though willing it to open.
"Well duh, ya moron. You didn't put in the code." Marshal chuckled at her now beat red face. "Oh shut up." She punched his lightly. "Mr. know it all…" She muttered. "What was that?" Marshall asked with a playful look on his face. "Oh nothing…" She smiled and opened her locker, shoving some stuff in.
Marshall followed suit. He figured since it was her first year he should get a friend to show her around. After all, he was a year older than the blonde. As he was looking around, he noticed a kid next to them, wearing the freshmen uniform. Marshall wasn't so sure about this guy...he could see him looking at Fionna from the corner of his eye. Marshall distracted himself from raging at the guy by reading he and Fionna's schedule. He frowned, his mood severely dampened by the fact that he shared only one class with her. Some others were close together though…he could walk with her. Just then she decided to poke him in the head. "The bell just rang. Stop spacing out you poop head." She teased, beginning to walk away. Marshall slammed his locker and started after her. Her first period was science, his was too but it was a different room, him being older than her. But, to his luck, they were next to each other. As they walked, Marshall began to speak. "Okay, so our classes are right next to each other, how about we meet up outside your class after okay? I'll walk with you to the next one. Y'know, to protect you from the pervy creeps." She laughed and he defended himself.
"I'm serious! There are some creepy guys here." Marshall told her, but she kept laughing a little. "Get to class, you two!" A voice yelled, obviously a teacher. Marshall smirked and Fionna picked up the pace. They went their separate ways, Marshall splitting off and sliding into his chair at the last moment, Fionna as well.
The attendance wasn't even called yet, and Marshall had already succeeded in getting a few girls staring his way. He rolled his eyes, knowing none of them could come anywhere close to how he felt about Fionna. After all, they had been 'bros' for almost their whole lives. Sure, Fionna saw it as bros, but Marshall wanted something more. There were points when all he wanted to do was hold her close and kiss her till they couldn't breathe. Sure, he had held her before, but she saw it as a friendly gesture. She never looked into as anything more when his touch on her shoulder lingered or his gaze stayed frozen on her. Nor did she see his playful gestures as him flirting with her. He wondered how she was doing in her other class, he was also hoping that red headed boy from the lockers wasn't in that class as well. He scowled.
Fionna fidgeted in her seat, her blazer a big change from her usual big comfy t-shirts and sweats she wore most of the time. Her bra hurt too. She sighed and listened to the role. "Damon Ignatius." The teacher called. A redheaded boy with spikey hair and tanned skin raised his hand, his face set in an indifferent passive look. 'It's the boy from at the lockers' She noted. Other names were called, none that she paid attention to. "Fionna Adler. Miss Adler. Are you here?" She jumped at her name and raised her hand "HERE!" She called with a bright smile. Some laughter was heard around the room and she quickly retracted her arm. Her face felt like it was on fire as the redheaded boy chuckled a little.
'Well, she's cute…' He thought to himself, 'Ill introduce myself later.' He smirked, settling himself back down into his seat.
'Well I've done it, now I look like a goof.' Fionna frowned, blushing and looking around, seeing boys still looking at her. 'Why are they still looking at me…? gr….' She growled tensing up.
Before she knew it, the bell had rung. She sighed happily, feeling much better. She picked up her books and started towards the door, seeing Marshall outside smiling at her. Before she could get there though, a tap on her shoulder turned her attention away. A boy stood behind her, the one from before…Damon that was his name, right?
"Erm, hey, I'm Damon. But just call me Flame or FP. Your name?" He spoke up his, voice smooth yet rusty. "Uh, Fionna. Nice to meet you!" She looked back and saw Marshall waving at her to hurry up. As she turned around, Marshall scowled at the other boy.
"Uh, I got someone waiting for me, do you wanna walk with us?" She asked. He shrugged and she started walking towards Marshall and Flame followed. Marshall enveloped her into a side hug and began to walk. He took his arm off her shoulder after awhile, shooting dagger glares at the redhead they were walking with. 'Yuck. Its so obvious that color comes from a bottle and its dripping with gel.' Marshall thought, looking at the boy's red flipped up hair.
"So what's your next class?" Fionna asked Flame.
"Small engines." He responded.
Marshall's frown became even deeper, that was his next class as well. But then that frown turned smile and Marshall's mind struck an idea. Operation, keep flame boy here away from Fionna.
Gumball will be in the next one, don't worry!
any way, two reviews=next chappie ASAP! so review! i wanna know if i should continue!
