A/N- Hello, I'm back again. This time with a remake of The One Got Away, in all honesty, this is one of my favourite fanfic and when I read it again, it made me cringe. (yes, I know that THERE ARE LOTS of stories that I need to rewrite but this one just caught me in a whim) so—I hope that you guys are satisfied and on to the story.

The One That Got Away

Chapter 1

Marceline Abadeer sighed as she turned her beeping alarm off, totally not feigning ignorance at the time and the task that she certainly needs to do. And that is to get ready for school- not because she'll be a student but to teach. Worse part? She'll be teaching kids. Kids. She despises children until now, she doesn't know why but she does do and never thought that she'll be sharing her knowledge with the type of people that she loathes.

Completely awake and conscious, she stood up, did her morning ritual and hoped that her day would end fast like how it started.

Her life was a series of disappointment, that, Marceline would admit but that was when before the love of her life left her. It was 11 years ago but for her it felt like it was still yesterday, the pain is still fresh—and no matter what Marceline would do and she could not rid of it. Hook-ups, poems turned songs, therapy, isolation from the outside world—all of those things for the past eight years, she did those-to completely forget about her but nothing would come out right—she is still the one that she could think of.

Marceline accepted her fate.

And she greatly hopes that teaching kids would be her last resort to forget the love of her life by being busy. But boy, she was so wrong.

The moment she got inside the classroom, the students were all seated. She blinked, I am not expecting this. She smirked to herself and scanned the room; there were only 15 students in the area. It was a special class to students who wanted to learn advanced music and since it was in the middle of the break, parents of the students who wanted their children to be musical prodigy of some sort decided to enrol their kids into this. Marceline shook her head at the realization, poor kids.

"Okay, squints," she called her students, her voice reverberating in the room, "I am your teacher, Miss Marceline Abadeer and prepare to be amazed by the power of music!"

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"I am Maribel Bubblegum," a pink haired girl introduced herself, she was wearing a pink dress, short hair that runs to her shoulders—Marceline couldn't feel anything at the moment. The kid looked felt familiar to her. She resembled her.

The girl was staring at her now, pale blue eyes were piercing her green ones, "T—take your seat." Marceline managed to compose herself before sighing, "Next please," she ordered as she tries to erase the gut-feeling about the pink haired kid.

Marceline shut the weird feeling off and decided to continue with the introductions, There are a lot of Bubblegums in the world. Stop it, Marceline, the world doesn't revolve around Bonnie.

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"Miss Abadeer," a cheery voice was all it took to wake Marceline up, too cheery -she thought as she slowly opened her eyes to find herself in an empty classroom. She looked around until she found a kid with bright pink hair next to her who was looking at her intently. She tilted her head, "What time is it?" she asked the kid next to her, "5:34," she eagerly responded. Marceline's eyes widened at the realization, "then why are you still here? I dismissed you guys like 2 hours ago." She rubbed the sleep off her eyes and then looked at the kid who was frowning, "I stayed because I wanted to know you better, and I was kind of worried about your sleeping position, you might break your back—spinal cord, rather." The kid reasoned as she fiddled with her fingers.

Marceline blinked, the weird feeling on her stomach was back again, it felt like she have met this kid before but couldn't remember it. Bonnibel. She disregarded the thought as she stood up and asked the kid, "Is someone picking you up?" in which the kid replied with a "No, I usually commute—I always take the bus and our butler fetches me at the bus stop." She smiled as she slung her pink backpack on her back.

She commutes on her own at this age?! "No, not on my watch." She said as she grabbed her satchel bag and opened the door, she looked back at the kid who remained standing whose head has been tilted to the side, confused at what her teacher had said to her, "Come on now, I can't let you go home at this rate, it'll be dark soon, your butler must be worried." She said, the kid just beamed at her. "I always text him whenever I'm near the bus stop so he could get ready," she gave her a toothy grin as she showed her a pink smartphone, Marceline shook her head and smiled, "Ah, kids these days with their modern technology."

The kid and Marceline walked towards her red Toyota Camry, "Where do you live?" Marceline asked the kid, whose name is Maribel, "I live in the Candy Kingdom," she smiled at her as she slung her seat-belt. The 31 year old nodded, "Very well then," she said as she started her car and started driving towards the place.

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Marceline stopped her car in front of a pink roofed house, she grimaced at the place in front of her, "Does your parents love pink that much?" she exclaimed as she helped Maribel unbuckled her seat belt who giggled at her, "I'm gonna have to correct you on that one," she paused as she leaned on the back to get her back, "It's parent, singular." She said and Marceline nodded in understanding, "And yes, my parent loves pink that much that she totally lives with it." She grinned at her which Marceline couldn't help but to reciprocate, "You look like a fellow I met a long time ago," she sighed to herself, Maribel tilted her head, "What was the fellow like?" she asked, curious at the statement of her teacher.

Marceline ruffled the kid's hair and smirked, "That's a story for-" but was cut off when a woman came out of a fuchsia-colored Volkswagen Beetle. Maribel smiled as she excused herself, completely oblivious at the sudden pause of her teacher and got out of the car to hug her mom who hugged her back.

"Mommy!" Maribel hugged her mother tight who did the same and kissed her daughter's head, "Mari, how's it been?" she asked, she looked at the car parked at their driveway but couldn't see the driver since the car is tinted, she pulled out from the hug to examine her daughter and asked, "Who are you with?"

And as if on cue, the driver of the car got out and Maribel pulled her mother to her teacher—they were a meter away from each and Maribel smiled wide, "Mom, this is Ms. Abadeer, our music teacher," she took her mother's hand and took her teacher's, "Ms. Abadeer, this is my mother," she introduced the both of them but was taken aback when the two women didn't move—they just stared at each other, she was still holding both of their hands making them meet to shake but they remained still.

Bonnibel blinked, regaining her composure, she smiled at her and took Marceline's hand to shake, "It's been a long time," she said to her, Marceline blushed and cleared her throat as she laughed nervously, still holding—feeling Bonnibel's hand on hers, "Yeah, it's been. How have you been?" she asked as they both let go at the same time and it left a lingering sad feeling in Marceline's stomach.

"I'm fine," she ran a hand to her pink hair as Maribel hugged her waist and then asked, "You two know each other?" Bonnibel was about to answer but Marceline was faster to talk, "that's another story for another time, kid." She played with the kid's hair and grinned at Bonnibel, "I have to go, I dropped her off here because it's getting late, this kid," she pointed at her daughter who shied from her mother's back, "waited for me, not realizing the time and completely forgetting that she needs to go home," she stifled a laugh, "anyways, it was nice meeting you, Bonnie." Marceline smiled genuinely this time which made the older Bubblegum blush, "Do you want to stay for dinner?" she asked.

Maribel jumped up and down as she nodded at her, "Come on! I heard Peppermint prepared spaghetti! And that's mom's-"

"Favorite," Marceline ended Maribel's sentence as she looked at Bonnibel whose face remained stoic but red-from blushing, "As much as I wanted to stay and catch up but I really have to go, I'll guess some other time?" she bended to Maribel's level to ask her that question who frowned but nodded in understanding, "That's okay but you did promise another time." Bonnibel flicked her child's temple gently to reprimand, "You don't talk to your elders like that!"

"Oops," Maribel giggled as she shied back to her mother's back and then she looked at Marceline, "Thank you for dropping her off," she smiled. The raven haired woman nodded, "of course, I'll see you next week." She dropped her gaze at the kid who grinned at her, "And I'll see you some other time." She now looked at Bonnibel, "it was nice seeing you again." She pause to smirk, "princess." She teased as she walked towards her car leaving a furiously blushing Bonnibel Bubblegum.