Hey, this is my first Adventure Time fanfic, so let me know what you think! I'm not really sure who the pairing is going to be yet, leave a reveiw letting me know what you want! Ummm... I think that's it really, oh yeah, this is complete AU!
I DON'T OWN ADVENTURE TIME OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS! ALL I OWN IS THE WRITING! I think that's a good enough disclaimer, gets the point across, doesn't it?
Anyways, ONVARD!
Walking through the hallways of Ooo High School, I try not to pay attention to the rest of the students shoving through, coffee cups in hand, trying to get to class while texting- so early in the morning!- and greeting some of the people they passed. It hasn't even been half an hour yet and I hated this. I hated the pushing and shoving, people were so rude, the roar of people talking that was creating a dull throb behind my eyes already, the headache only intensifying when I realized I had to dealwih this the rest of the day.
Once I ventually made my way to class, afer being pushed around in the crowd and getting lost, I was not only late, I was forced to stand in front of the class and tell these strangers, these barbarians, about me. Finally the teacher allowed me to sit and even let me have a seat in the front row. Of course the seat on ky right was empty and there was no desk to my left. Sighing, I simply pull out my notebook, pink with a purple swirling circle design, and pencil, tuning into the lectureand taking notes on the material I already knew. While not writing, I was reading and highlighting my textbook. Some people call me a try-hard, or a nerd, or many other things really, but I simply had a passion for learning. Learning anything, soaking up any facts, any information I could, like a sponge. Looking up from the calculus textbook in my hand, at the loud banging of the door being slammed, I see a boy in all black and grey, ripped black skinny jeans, dark grey converse with black laces and rubber soles, a black hoodie with a grey skull on it. He had pale skin, almost a light grey, like death, and dark eyes concealed with black hair, layered and uneven, laying across his face. Even though his skin looked like death, he was still attractive.
He walks foreward, plopping in the sea next to mine. My eyes stay trained on him, though all I wanted was to go back to highlighting and note taking. He leaned back, relaxed without a care in the world, the teacher sighed, "Good to see you here for once Marshall Lee, regardless of how late... Now, back to L'Hôpital's Rule..." My eyes didn't listen as I tried to turn back to my notebook, they kept straying over to Marshall, this boy, though he was seemingly everything I found annoying personified, intrigued me.
"Got a problem prep?" I heard the words before I registered them, Marshall seemed to be talking to me, his eyes on my face, it even took me a moment to realize the word 'prep' had not only been applied to me, again, but spat out, like it was the worst insult. Opening my mouth, trying to speak, the words of indignation catching in ky throat, leaving my mouth flopped open. The bell rang, saving me from the embarrassment, and I neatly shove my things back into my hot pink back pack before rushing off to my next class.
So far, my first day of school was not going well. Making my way through the locker room, the teacher gave me a lock and assigned me a locker, by the time I got my bag stashed and was in the gym, my teacher had said I could sit out for the week, I had been purposely shoved into lockers at least three times. Halfway through my first day at a new school, in a new town, with new people and I was already the new punching bag. Nothing I wasn't used to. Nothing that hadn't happened at least four times before. I sat by myself at lunch, where else was I supposed to sit, when a boy with dark blonde hair sat in front of me, a large, friendly grin on his face.
"Hey, you're the new kid right?" Upon my nodding, he continued. "I'm Jake, I figure you haven't really made many friends yet, it being your first day, would you mind if we sat with you?"
"We..?" I asked, confused because it was only him there in front of me. He didn't answer, he simply waved over a group of teens. Looking around the group, they all seemed to have different styles. Jake was wearing a large, oversized really, orange jacket and form fitting blue jeans, his dark dark blue eyes honest and innocent. He looked almost like a puppy, with his big blue eyes and smooth, tanned skin.
A boy who had walked over with the group sat next to him, they could have been brothers. He had light blonde hair that went down almost to his shoulders, and light green eyes. His skin was pale, pleasantly so, not glaringly white or deathly pale. He was wearing a blue shirt and baggy, but not falling off, jeans. He had a nice smile, straight white teeth, a slight pink tinging his cheeks. He introduced himself as Finn.
Next to him sat a girl with hair just as blonde, but skin slightly darker, her eyes a piercing dark green. She was wearing a blue skirt to her knees, giving her an air of femininity, but not making her seem like just another skanky high school girl, and a white t-shirt low enough to show the creamy white skin of her chest but not quite low enough to give off even a glimpse of cleavage. Her hair was pulled into two high pony tails on either side of her head, leaving out her bangs which swooped over her forehead and brushed almost into her eyes, pinned into place by two bunny clips. When I caught a glance of her smile, I noticed there was a small gap between her front teeth, adorable and endearing.
On my left side a boy in dark purple, almost black, jeans and a light purple tee. His skin, naturally fair, had a very slight tan, his eyes rimmed in a dark purple eyliner, making his lavender colored irises seem lighter, stand out more. His hair was, obviously, dyed purple with his bangs yellow. He somehow managed to wear all that purple without looking like a grape. More power to him. A stark contrast to the girl who sat on the opposite side of me.
She, like the Marshall Lee who sat next to me in calculus, wore dark colors, though her shirt was a red and black plaid button up. Along with her messenger bag, red and black checked of course she carried a guitar case. Her soft black hair was long and messy, not in a gross way, but more of an artistically, 'I meant to do that' kind of way.
The last new face in the crowd too was slightly tanned and wearing light colors, creams and tans. Her cheeks werepink, her hair a light brown and her eyes a dark variation of the same shade. She sat next to the girl in blue and Marshall Lee, which was a surprise I never thought he'd be friends with a person like Jake, he seemed to be the rocker's antithesis, sat next to his female counter part.
Jake started up introductions, the girl with the bunny clips was Fionna, Finn's younger sister, the not quite grape boy was Leo- though he preferred his initials, LSP- the girl in light colors was called Cake and was Fionna's best friend as Jake was Finn's, and the female rocker was Marceline, who was minutes later identified as Marshall Lee's twin. When Jake pointed to Marshall Lee, I cut him off saying the name first. They all nodded, waved, or said 'hi' respectively other than Marshall Lee who glared at me. Jake looked between the two of us with a confused look. Once though once all the names and relationships had been gone through, I introduced myself.
"I'm Bubba, though my friends (when I had any, would) call me Gumball, I'm sure you can tell why..." I pull lightly on my baby pink t-shirt as I mumble out the last part, looking down my cheeks hot as I chew my lip, one of my nervous habits. There's a moment of silence, then I hear my name, kind of, being called. "Gumball..? Are you okay? The voice seemed worried and I looked up, slightly confused, why wouldn't I be? They were all staring at me, some form of concern etched on their faces. "W-what..?" I stutter out, another nervous habit, still trying to chew off my lip. All of a sudden there's a pale hand holding a napkin out to me. I sare at it confised, was there something on my face?
"You're... You're bleeding," I automatically pull my teeth from the now bleeding soft skin of my lip, face going red when I hear Marshall's voice, deep and dark, wickedly seductive. I take the napkin from the pale hand, I think it was Fionna holding it out to me. I run the rough surface over my chin then along the gash my teeth made, wincing and mumbling a cuss as the napkin stung and burned my lip. I mumble an apology as I get up and walk to the office quickly, holding the brown slip of paper against my face, asking for a band-aid. The cut wasn't deep, it was just bleeding a lot. Once I bandaged myself up, I was going to sit and study in my next class, but I realized through my haste I forgot my backpack.
I trudged back to the table, reluctantly because I had already ruined their lunch. I grabbed my bag, somehow unnoticed, and was about to leave but Jake reached out, grabbed my arm and pulled me down. I ended up half on his lap, half on the empty bench next to Finn. My face got completely red, my eyes wide, and words desperate. "Oh glob! I'm so sorry, I... Oh my glob, I didn't mean-" I was cut off by his hand over my mouth. He smiled calmly at me, a lot different than the smirk that had set over Marshall's lips.
"It's all right, it's not your fault. I pulled you." His own cheeks were slightly pink, he looked embarrassed, almost sheepish. A while after I got off him, things got infinitely less awkward, Jake somehow ended up snatching my phone to program his number into my contacts. After that, the pink Razor- yes it was 'outdated' but it was still a good phone- made it's way around the table before landing in my hands again. It was strange making a friend on the first day of school, let alone seven... Of course through the day there were still countless shoves into hard surfaces, but it became bearable knowing I was at least kind of accepted by someone.
After a couple weeks, I was getting more comfortable with everyone, we hung out more and more. Though the shovingand pushing turned into full blown bullying, I didn't mind. I was used to it. These weren't the worst beatings I had gotten, not in a long shot. I had learned years ago the quieter you were, the more your tormentors leave you alone. They love getting a reaction, hearing you plead for them to stop, for someone to help as you whimper in pain. I had learned long ago to stifle my pleas, yelps and shouts for pain. I never told the crew, because if I did, I knew I'd have to tell them why, and then... Then they would stop talking to me just like everyone else, they would look at me with disgust and contempt in their eyes as well.
So... What did you think? Let me know!
Also, I haven't quite decided what pairing to do, FionnaXGumball or Marshall LeeXGumball... So now, it's up to you, just leave a review with your comment! Whichever pairing gets the most votes, I'll do!
THANK YOU FOR READING!