Majority of the story will be in Marceline's P.O.V. This chapter is just sort of an introduction to the story but still I hope you enjoy this story, please let me know if you like or dislike it!

I take the last box out of my car and into my new apartment, it was quiet small but still roomy enough for myself. I didn't own much stuff and I've been living on my own since I was 16, so I was used to being alone most of the time.

I pull out my phone to check the time, 10:35.

I sigh and say out loud, "Too late for me to finish unpacking, I guess I should get ready for bed. What class do I even have tomorrow?"

I look through my bag to find the sticky note with my classes.

Monday/Wednesday-English 103 11-1, Math 220 3-4:50. Tuesday/Thursday-Music 115 12-2:30, Piano 105 4-6.

Ugh English and Math I'm horrible at writing and math. The only thing I care about learning is music.

-The next day-

I awoke to the sound of my alarm beeping very loudly and not to mention annoying. I unlock my phone to turn it off. I look to see I received a voicemail from Simon, my uncle. I put it on speaker, 'Good morning Marcy I hope you are settled in good. I hope you have a good first day of University. I will come visit soon. I love you and miss you.'

I smile and say out loud, "I miss you too Uncle Simon. That was a good way to start my day."

I climb out of bed and look at my phone for the time, 10:30.

Shit. I rush out of bed looking through suitcases for an outfit to wear. I settled on a red plaid button up with black and white hoodie and black skinny jeans with black and white high tops.

I grab my backpack and rush to class. I'm so glad my apartment is only ten minutes from campus. I made a few minutes before class starts and thankfully the teacher hasn't shown up yet. I look around for a seat, damn it all the seats in the back are taken. I look around and I only spot a few seats near the front.

I take the open seat in the second row. A few more students come in and I notice a familiar face.

I say under my breathe, "No fucking way."

She doesn't notice me yet, I pull my hood up and look down at my desk, hoping she doesn't take the seat in front of me.

Of course I jinxed it, she sits in front of me.

The professor walks in and introduces himself, "Hello everyone I am Professor Daniels. This is English 103 Creative Writing, so if you are in the wrong class you should leave and go find your class."

A couple of students leave. He continues "Okay I have a roll sheet here, so lets get started. After I take roll, we are going to go over the syllabus and I'll let you all go wreak havoc on your other classes." He laughs and I smile, I think I might like this class.

He starts calling names, and then he calls my name, "Marceline Abadeer."

I see the girl in front of me sit up straight, she tires to look around for me.

I finally speak up, "Here."

She turns around slightly to look at me. I feel my heart pounding so hard.

Before our eyes could meet, the professor calls out her name. "Bonnibel Bright"

She turns back around and clears her throat, "Uh Here."

I wonder if she's thinking about me. Because I'm thinking of her. Even though I shouldn't.

Before I know it class is over, she starts putting her things away. I take that as my cue to do the same.

I stand up and I see from the corner of my eye her looking at me. I look down at her and feel my cheeks warm up.

She's the first to speak, "Hey."

I can tell she is nervous.

I wave,"Hey Bonnie, long time no see huh?"

She gives me a small smile and stands up, "Yeah it's been a couple years now. Do you maybe want to get some coffee and catch up?" She was messing with her hands, she does that when she is really nervous.

I nod and rub the back of my neck, "Yeah but I'm new around here so I don't know where we could get coffee at."

She giggles,"Come on I know a place." We walk in silence for about 10 minutes, and get to a cafe.

We take a seat and I shyly say, "Sorry but I don't know what to get here, so can you pick something out for me?"

She gives me a soft smile and nods and it made my heart flutter a bit.

Damn it. Not again.

She comes back with the drinks, "I remember you love anything with strawberries so I got you a strawberry frappe. It's pretty good actually."

I take the drink and take a sip,"Damn that's good! Thanks Bonnie, what do I owe you?"

She takes her sit, "You owe me nothing, it's my treat. So Marceline what brings you here? I mean I haven't seen you around campus so far."

I take another sip, "Thanks Bonnie. I just transferred here actually, when I finished High School I went to community college for two years, and now my third year is here for the music program. How has college life been for you? How have you been?"

She looks down at her coffee and speaks softly,"So that's where you went after high school." She looked sad, then takes a big sigh,"School is good, it's my second year here. My friends from high school come here too, and Finn is starting school this year too. I've been doing good. It was hard at first but now it's going pretty good. How about you?"

She looks up at me and our eyes meet, I can see the sadness in her eyes.

I don't look away from her,"That's nice, we should all hang out one day just like old times. I just kind of went through some stuff, emotionally draining stuff. I'm doing okay now, I think. Hey when did you stop dying your hair pink?"

She laughs, "I stopped dying it after junior year. I didn't want to take my senior pictures with pink hair."

We soon got lost into our conversation and talked about old times. I looked over at my phone for the time, my next class starts in five minutes.

I stand up quickly and say,"Shit! I'm going to be late for math! Sorry I have to go! I'll see you on Wednesday for class!"

I run to my next class and think to myself, 'Well this semester should be interesting.'