AN: I don't own Adventure Time, or any of these characters

I was alone, like usual. The yearly Candy Ball was the biggest party in the whole Land of Aaa. Lights of all colors flashed wildly as the enormous crowd danced to the rhythm of the music. Voices of all kinds were surrounding me, screaming, yelling, and even singing along. Smells of food were making their way from the buffet over to where I was. It seemed as though everyone was having a shit ton of fun but me.

Unable to bare the delicious food, I pushed through the crowd and managed to get over to the buffet. All types of foods and drinks were scattered along the table; Fruits, soups, sandwiches, chips, fondue, cake and cookies. All of it looked so tasty, I grabbed a little of each food and a mug of root beer. Finding a small table by the stage, I sat down and began eating.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen! Up next we have a rising star in the music industry, the one and only, Marshall Lee and the Midnight Crew!"

I looked up from the food to see a stunning vampire float onto stage with 3 ghosts following. He was grinning at the crowd, showing off his fangs. The band did a usual little warmup, and checked to make sure the amps were working. I couldn't help but blush, when he looked down at me and smiled. I knew it didn't really mean anything, but considering all the girls going wild over him, it did feel a little special.

After the band was done, I got up and slowly walked over to the trash to throw away the leftover food.

"Hey Fi, sorry I was late. My mother is such a royal pain, I'm terribly sorry about all of this. Oh my, you're looking elegant this evening."

Right, I can't be believe I forgot! Cake set me up with Flame Prince. I really don't like him though! He's a nice person, yes, but all he ever talks about is marriage and royal crap.

"Oh uh, hi." Is what I could manage in the heat of the moment, Marshall was still on my mind. As I stared at him he grabbed my hand, and looked at the dance floor.

"Care to dance? We could discuss all the unfathomable possibilities of our wedding. All though, you will have to start dressing nicer to be royal."

I shoved him away "Ew no! I.. I'm sorry, I just don't like you that way. And I really don't think now is the time to discuss marriage! We're only 15!"

"Well, I suppose you're right, and you are most defiantly not my type. I assume in the future, maybe if you mature up we could get together again. It's been nice knowing you Fiona, we can keep in touch." And with that, he just walked away. Elegant my ass, I don't want to be royal!

Alone again, I just slunk down on a couch by the dance floor and pulled out my retractable sword. I unfolded it, and folded it, unfolded it, and folded it. This repeated for about five minutes until someone came up behind me.

"Sweet sword, can I see?" It was Marshall Lee! He floated over my head and plopped down next to me.

"Uh sure..?" I questioned, wondering why he was here.

"Why is such a pretty girl like you here alone?" He said, still concentrated on the sword.

"Uh, because my date was a royal pain in the ass."

"Well it was nice meeting you." He said as he handed me my sword and walked off.

Deciding it was time to go home, I packed up my stuff and left the busy castle. As I trudged home in the dark, the music the band had played kept repeating in my head. Damn, Marshall was a really good singer, and guitar player.