Love Like This

by ATHPluver

The University of Admirable Academic Achievement is a highly respected college. It has five of the top students in the country. They excel in their studies and after high school they all became shoo-ins. These five students, unique in ability, are the prodigies of the University. Let's see how this plays out. Rated M for mature content. No flames please! Fiolee and other pairings.

1. Classes, Friends, and Secrets

Well hello there. It's nice to see (kinda) my old viewers from my other Adventure Time fics and welcome new ones who happened to stumble across this one. I'm happy to introduce the brand new story "Love Like This" to add to my collection. I did a semi-modern fan fiction in my last fiction "Fionna: The Last Human Standing" near the end but only those who've read it would understand what I mean.

Gumball's name is Benson in this story but he's called "Bubba" for short. (P.S: a little shout-out to Benson in Regular Show. Get it?)

This story is about college life, romance, drama, sleaze, and growing up. All that fun stuff! So sit back, relax, and enjoy.

Disclaimer: Adventure Time belongs to Pendleton Ward and Cartoon Network.

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The University of Admirable Academic Achievement or simply UAAA (some just call it Aaa) is a highly respected college. It has won many awards for its incredible teaching, lessons, sports, and its famous campus. The dorms there are probably the cleanest and the tiniest. They're set up like homes in San Francisco: pressed against one another in little two-story complexes. Each dorm houses two people of the same gender. There are ten fraternities and ten sororities on campus that have their own street block to themselves. The campus itself is huge. A large park abundant with all kinds of trees and paved pathways that lead to the school's own shopping center. A bunch of tiny, family-run stores scrunched together like something you would see in a small town.

There are twenty academic buildings, a large gym complete with a basketball court and weight room, a professional baseball and football field near the back, a three-story library, a huge MPR for dances, parties, and other student activities, and the main building for staff and faculty.

Simply getting an email from this school makes you incredibly lucky. Getting accepted is nearly possible. You have to be incredibly talented in certain areas. Whether it is music, sports, technology, art, theatre, mathematics, writing, social studies, or science, you have to be phenomenal in it. Sometimes, even if you crash in any category except one, you get accepted due to your ability in that single one. But that's only happened on two occasions.

This college has five of the top students in the country. They excel in one specific category each and after high school they all became shoo-ins.

Name: Benson "Bubba" Gumball
Age: 20
Grade: Junior
Hair Color: Pink
Eye Color: Pink
Height: 5"8
Weight: 121 lbs
Roommate: Marshall Lee Abadeer
Major: Science
Minor: Cooking
Talents: Baking, Writing Complicated Equations, Chemistry, Physics
Dorm Unit: 10237
High School: Academy of Scientific Study
Description: Benson is the son of the "Candy King" whose great grandfather invented the gumball, hence the famous last name. Heir to the Gumball fortune and the "Candy Kingdom", his friends and classmates sometimes call Benson "Prince Gumball". Incredibly talented in the scientific arts, Benson strives to put science in his father's candy to make life easier for the customers. A little like Willy Wonka style. Coming from a prestigious academy, he thrived in scientific study and is currently studying for an all Science major, cooking on the side. Girls love a man who can bake so he makes a grand target for the females on campus. Smart, handsome, and rich? He's definitely a piece of eye candy.

Name: Marshall Lee Abadeer
Age: 20
Grade: Junior
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Auburn
Height: 5"10
Weight: 134 lbs
Roommate: Benson Gumball
Major: Music
Minor: Motor Mechanics
Talents: Beat-boxing, Rapping, Partying
Dorm Unit: 10237
High School: Harmony High School
Description: Local bad boy and musician, Marshall Lee is one who tends to skip class to hang out with friends. He was able to get into the University due to his incredible music talent alone. He is obviously one of the two exceptions. Marshall's mother is the famous Heather Abadeer, who runs a very successful law practice with the name Nightospheric Attorneys. All his mother wants is for him to take over the practice but Marshall has other ideas and plans on working on his music career with his band Marshall Lee and the Scream Kings. Marshall spends most of his free time practicing his music or hanging out with his girlfriend Ashley. Being a bad boy and riding his motorcycle his calls The Vampire King, girls often find him incredibly attractive. But Marshall Lee only has is eye on one girl. And it's no longer Ashley.

Name: Katherine "Cake" Mertens
Age: 19
Grade: Sophomore
Hair Color: White streaked Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5"2
Weight: 102 lbs
Roommate: Fionna Mertens
Major: Classical Music
Minor: Animal Care
Talents: Dulcimer, Cooking, Boys, Sisterly Care
Dorm Unit: 3824
High School: West Community High
Description: Cake, as her friends call her due to her love of that particular food, is a spunky girl with a big attitude and a low tolerance for morons. She often spends her time watching over her adoptive little sister, Fionna, and hanging out with her boyfriend Mocro. Her music talent and love of animals brought her to the college where she has high hopes in fulfilling her dreams. Even though she doesn't show it, Cake loves to party with her friends but has stopped ever since her sister came into college. Now her number one priority is to keep Fionna out of the sleazy lifestyle of the more wild students on campus and push her into continuing her studies and to stay away from baddies like Marshall Lee. Otherwise, Cake has no problem letting her sister figure it out on her own. But when needed, Cake comes to intervene, sweeping Fionna out of bad situations. It's not becoming easy since Fionna is slowly starting to crush on someone way out of her league.

Name: Fionna Mertens
Age: 18
Grade: Freshman
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5"4
Weight: 134 lbs
Roommate: Cake Mertens
Major: Gymnastics
Minor: War History
Talents: Swordplay, Beat-boxing, Singing
Dorm Unit: 3824
High School: West Community High
Description: Fionna is the new girl in UAAA, fresh out of high school. Her incredible athletic abilities earned her a place in the ranks of the college's gymnastics team. Still innocent and absolutely adorable, she is fought over for her affections. She does her best to ignore the arguing boys and focus on her studies, like her big sister tells her to. Fionna is an adopted child of Cake's parents Joshua and Margaret. Found as a baby and never knowing her real parents, Fionna has developed into a strong-willed girl who tends to act like one of the guys which makes it easy for her to get along with people like Gumball and Marshall. She is to keep her calm in bad situations (unlike her sister) and avoids the sleazy lifestyle that the college kids are trying to force upon her. But it's getting more and more difficult for her now that everyone knows of her innocence and the ridicule of the bad girls causes her to question herself. Confidence is key but is that going to help her survive the University?

Name: Blaise "Flame Prince" Ashbel
Age: 18
Grade: Freshman
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Gold
Height: 5"6
Weight: 143 lbs
Roommate: Leonard Seamus Perkins (LSP)
Major: Fire Science
Minor: Petrology
Talents: Studying gems, rocks, minerals, Poker, Blackjack
Dorm Unit: 2877
High School: Igneous Boarding School
Description: This hot-headed but shy boy has always been fascinated with fire. He studies it and often plays with matches outside. Something about the flame has always interested him so he earned the title "Flame Prince" hence his constant study. He doesn't wish to burn things to the ground but rather find a way to control fire so it could be safer. People say it's impossible but he wants nothing more than to prove them wrong. Otherwise, he spends his time hanging out in his dorm with his ever-so-annoying roommate Leonard, or LSP for short. Hailing from a boarding school that deals with interesting subjects, Blaise takes classes that only interest him. And one of those classes has his new crush, Fionna, in them! But when Blaise finds out that he's not the only one hunting for her affection, he becomes downcast. Will he win her over or lose her to a certain bad boy or to a techy science geek?

These five students, unique in ability, are the prodigies of the University. They all come together and soon find themselves locked in a stormy cloud of sleaze, love triangles, studies, and unlikely friendships. Another crazy year in UAAA so let's see how this plays out…

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She hit the alarm and glared down at her roommate, who had clearly ignored its wailing call. Still fast asleep, snuggled up to her pillow, her mouth parted slightly so light snores escaped. Cake rolled her eyes and poked Fionna in the face. Fionna jolted awake, rubbing her eyes and sitting up.

"Whasgoingon?" she mumbled, glancing up at her sister.

"Get up, lazy bones. I'm not always gonna be here to do so," Cake said. "I have morning and early afternoon classes. You have to start listening for your alarm."

Fionna made a noise that sounded like a groan and sigh. She swung her legs out of bed as Cake bid her goodbye, heading out Fionna's bedroom door and down the stairs. Fionna rubbed her eyes again and stumbled into the bathroom that separated her and Cake's rooms. Another door at the end led out into the hallway that held a staircase into the front entrance, where two archways led into the kitchen and common room.

Pushing away Cake's makeup and other beauty products, Fionna faced the mirror. Her big blue eyes stared back at her, her blonde hair dangling in front of her face. First day of college was coming up fast. She had mid-morning classes and afternoon classes, which meant she could take some time getting ready. After taking a quick shower, she skillfully dried and styled her hair so a group of bangs fell over the right side of her face, the rest of her hair, which reached the middle of her back, was kept back by a head band with a little bunny on it. Childish, maybe, but it was Fionna's favorite headband.

She then tugged on some new underwear and a clean bra before slipping into her dark blue skirt and tugging on her sky blue, low cut T-shirt. The sleeves fell just above her elbow and the skirt was a few inches above her knees. She then pulled on her knee-high socks and black penny loafers. She felt like she was back in high school because she had worn a similar outfit on her first day too.

After brushing her teeth, glaring at the two front teeth that were a little larger than the others that gave her the appearance of a rabbit, she walked out the hallway door and down the steps. She swung to the right and bounced into the kitchen to make her breakfast to energize her for the rest of the day. She checked her watch that has a little bunny on the inside, and saw that she had at least an hour and a half until her classes began. Fionna finished her bagel, she washed it down with a glass of orange juice, deciding to take a tour around campus on her own and see what there was to see.

She grabbed her green backpack and headed out the door, locking it behind her. The sky was a beautiful shade of blue, not a cloud in sight. She took in a breath of crisp, fresh, autumn air and smiled. She walked down the paved path, kicking some gravel away that escaped from Cake's rock garden on the left side that she and her boyfriend, Mocro, had made together the year previous. On the right side was a flower-bed that Fionna planned on caring for but it was still empty. She mumbled something about doing it later and continued to walk down the path until she hit the sidewalk. Then she made a right, the large campus of the University only a mile away. It wasn't that long of a walk for Fionna, since she tended to walk faster than her sister. Cake usually took her bike to school, not wanting to waste time and to "work on the calves, Girl. Don't give me that stupid look." Fionna preferred to walk but wanted to drive a car. She knew how and had her license but her parents, well Cake's parents really, said they'd get her one when she turned twenty-one. That meant Fionna had to wait three years and would be driving when she was in her senior year of college. Whoopee.

She proceeded down the sidewalk and soon hit the official campus of the school. She passed through the other students, who were going to his or her classes, talking and laughing with one another about something Fionna couldn't hear. Her eyes were drinking in the sight of the campus and her mind was processing the fact that she was actually in college. Excitement was filling her stomach as she continued to walk around.

Her first class was history. Fionna wasn't the brightest bulb in the drawer but she was pretty damn smart when she really put her mind to it. Basically, she wasn't a super genius like some of the students. But she always had a deep fascination in history. Especially war history so she was giving that topic to her minor, athletics and gymnastics her major.

That class didn't start until ten so Fionna had another half hour of waiting until class began. She sat on a stone bench alone and watched the students. They were the most eclectic group of young adults she had ever seen. From art freaks to science geeks to burn outs, jocks, bad boys and girls, and to the "normal" kids, Fionna was drawn into each clique, wondering which one she would be a part of. Maybe the female jocks, since Fionna was the most recent add on the gymnastics team. But there wasn't a group she didn't like. It wasn't like high school where everyone was part of a group and didn't interact with other ones all that much or like middle school where everyone just tried to fit in and constantly kept changing groups each week. No, every student here seemed to know another one from a group you wouldn't expect them to know.

Fionna stared as one of the more "geeky" looking kids went up to one of the "bad boys" and started talking to him. The bad boy laughed and fist-bumped the geek before walking away. Fionna took a better look at the geek and her heart leapt into her throat. He was unlike any boy she had ever seen. He had pink hair- pink hair- and pink eyes. No, not the illness, but his eyes were literally pink. His hair was styled up, the front in a flawless flip like. He was wearing a pink argyle sweater and a white collared shirt beneath it and tan khakis, topped off with brown loafers. He had to be an older student to have the confidence to dress like… well… a girl in a way. But he definitely looked older than she did.

But he was cute. There was no doubt about that. She looked down at her watch to see if she had time to talk to him but realized that-

"I'm gonna be late!" she said frantically, grabbing her bag off the bench and rushing towards building four.

The next thing she knew, she was on the floor, papers flying everywhere. Her bag had burst open and was lying on its side, its contents spilling out but the papers in the air weren't hers. They were…

"Oh my god," she whimpered, seeing the person she slammed into was the boy she had been eyeballing. "I am so sorry."

The boy was on his butt, rubbing his chest and groaning slightly. He smiled at her. "Don't sweat it. I should have been watching where I was going."

Fionna scrambled to her feet and collected her things with ease and stuffing them in her bag before getting his papers off the ground. He stood too and calmly picked up his papers. He chuckled a little.

"I really should clean out my binder. My laptop would be more of a help nowadays, don't you think?" he said, glancing at her.

"Uh… I guess," Fionna said. Shit. I completely forgot my laptop in my dorm.

"But you know how teachers are," he went on. "Always giving you useless papers that you really don't need until finals… and then you've thrown them away by then… Oh, goodness, I'm rambling. I do apologize."

"No it's cool," Fionna said, hitching her bag over her shoulder and handing him the papers. "Sorry for running into you. I was getting to my history class."

"Building four?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Well, that's great! I'm heading over there, too. I haven't studied history yet so I'm taking it this year," he said, running a hand through his perfect hair, making it even more perfect if that were even possible. Fionna could have sworn she smelled candy coming from him. It was so sweet she seemed like he was made of the stuff. "Want to walk together?"

She had to keep herself from shouting. "Yeah, sure!"

They started to walk towards the building and he started to laugh. "I'm so sorry. I forgot I never introduced myself. I'm Benson Gumball. But my friends call me Bubba or Prince Gumball."

"What? Why?"

"It's a bit of a joke. You see, my family invented the gumball years back. Bubba is a play on words since we helped create the 'Hubba Bubba' gum," he explained with a grin. "My father is the 'Candy King' of sorts so that would make me Prince Gumball."

Fionna laughed and pretended to curtsy. "Well, it's an honor to meet you, my liege. I am Fionna Mertens."

"Mertens? Like Katherine Mertens?"

"You mean Cake?"

"Yes, her! I know her. She's the girlfriend of my best friend Mocro Chromic," Gumball said. "She's a very nice girl."

"Yeah, she's my adoptive sister."

They both noticed that they were now standing in front of their classroom door and other students were rushing around them to get to class on time. They only had one minute to spare before they were late and they sighed in relief. Gumball opened the door for her and Fionna thanked him, her cheeks glowing red. A few students were still talking as the teacher, a woman in her mid forties, was writing something on the chalkboard. The two new friends sat together in a middle row. Fionna heard a hiss a few seats away and she turned her head and saw Cake waving at her. Fionna waved back and then subtly gestured towards Gumball beside her, mouthing "oh my god, Cake!"

Cake grinned and sent her a thumbs up before returning to her boyfriend, who was sitting beside her. Mocro was a tall boy who didn't really talk much. He had long, white hair that was styled in a fohawk kind of look and olive skin, his warm eyes distant and uninterested in his surroundings. Fionna only met the guy once but thought he was really nice. He treated Cake well and that was what mattered most to her. As long as Cake was happy. Fionna also thought it was cute how he always sent Cake little love taps in Morse code after they both studied how to do it last year. Cake would always reply with her own code and they would giggle.

Man, why can't I find someone who treats me just as great as Mocro does to Cake? Fionna thought, turning her attention to the front. The teacher turned and smiled at the class, her circular spectacles flashing in the light of the room. Her hair was a dark brown color and it reached just below her shoulders. She wore and old fashion dress that looked like it could have been from the twenties but this woman rocked the look. She looked kind and intelligent and Fionna had a feeling that she was going to be easy to get along with.

"Good morning," she said pleasantly. "I am Professor Simone Petrikov. I really don't care what you call me but do try to be respectful about it. We're all adults here."

A few laughs were exchanged throughout the class.

"For those of you who are new to this school, welcome. For those who were here last year, welcome back. In this class," Simone explained, "we'll be studying more than just war history. But ancient artifacts that had significant value in time of war."

People started to become interested in what their teacher had to say. Fionna was sitting upright, wondering what this woman was talking about. Fionna loved stuff like this. Ancient artifacts and history meshed together? She's all about that! Simone started to take roll, calling his or her names to see if everyone was there and to see who would be attending her class this semester.

"Do correct me if I mispronounce your names," she said. "I'm still in my summer slump." Another exchange of laughs went through the room. "I hope you can forgive me. And if you have any names you want me to call you, do tell me."

She cleared her throat and began.

"Abaddon, Ashley?"

An unamused voice drifted through the room. "Mmm."

"Abadeer, Marshall Lee?"

A low chuckle was heard from the back. "Wassup, Simone?"

"Hello, Marshall. Ashbel, Blaise?"

A boy with flaming red hair spoke up a row below Fionna. "Here."

She went down a few names as Fionna phased out a litter, her mind wandering until Simone's voice said a little louder: "Booker, Brutus?"

A boy with blonde hair, whose head was buried in a book, looked up. "Hello."

"Chromic, Mocro?"

He spoke in a deep, shallow voice. "Yeah."

A few more names down and then...

"Gumball, Benson?"

"You mean Bubba!?" called a boy, making a girl shriek with laughter.

"Yes, I'm here," Gumball said, rolling his eyes.

"Do you prefer Benson or... um... as Marshall loudly pointed out, Bubba?" Simone said, looking up from her clipboard.

Gumball sighed. "It doesn't really matter."

"All right then," Simone said, pressing on with a few more names. Then, "Michaels-O'Byrne, Barbara."

"Just call me BMO," said a girl with astonishingly teal-green hair sitting beside the boy called Blaise. She was playing with an old Gameboy Color and didn't even look up from her game. "I hate the name Barbara."

"Okay then. Can you please turn off the gaming system, BMO? Mertens, Fionna?"

Fionna raised her hand uncertainly. "Uh... here."

"Mertens, Katherine?"

"Cake, please," called Cake.

A few more names.

"Mm-hm. Perkins, Leonard Seamus?"

"It's LSP. Stupid parents gave me a stupid name so I had to make it way better," said a boy sitting beside Brutus, whose head was now buried even deeper into the book. "Right, Brutus?"

"Right, man!" said Brutus in his slow voice, automatically raising a fist so LSP could bump it, not even glancing up from his book.

Another few names.

"And finally, Wild, Berry?"

"Here, Miss!" said a airy voice a row above Fionna.

"Excellent. Some of your classmates have skipped or are refusing to come so... I guess it'll just be a few of us this semester," Simone said, putting down the clipboard. "But that's okay. I'm used to a small class." She smiled sadly. "Not many people want to hear the depressing details of- BMO, please turn of the game- the old wars."

BMO made a noise that sounded like a fart but she turned it off, pocketing it. Then she pulled out a DS and played that beneath her desk instead. Blaise snickered. Simone proceeded to pass out several papers about the curriculum and what to expect in her class. Each class stared at ten sharp and lasted for 50 minutes. Fionna had a feeling that she was going to be late a lot because she usually woke up around ten and she slept through her alarm often. And she had a gut feeling that Cake wasn't going to be taking time out of her day to wake her up. For extra measure, she glanced over at Cake who sent her a warning look, nodding as if she had read Fionna's mind. Fionna smiled nervously and turned to look at her paper. It was the first semester list of subjects and wars that they would cover over the course of the year. It seemed to Fionna that they would be learning about ancient artifacts at the very end of this semester

Simone spent the rest of the class going over the curriculum, explaining each topic in depth and how long it would last. Fionna began to doodle in the margin of her paper, thinking about her music class next. Fionna didn't know why she was even taking music. She could sing, sure, but when it came to playing an instrument? She could raise the dead and then make them want to kill themselves and die all over again. She wanted to see if they had a separate vocal class but there didn't seem to be one.

"Class dismissed," said Simone, pointing to the clock. "Have a good rest of your day." The students stood and began to shuffle out, talking to their friends. Cake caught up to Fionna and Gumball, Mocro drifting behind her.

"Hey, Bubba," Cake said, giving the pink-haired boy a one armed hug. "I see you've met my little sister."

"Yes, I have indeed," Gumball said.

Fionna wasn't so sure how to interpret that. Was it an "indeed" like intellectual or "indeed" like... flirtatious? Fionna took it the first way but Cake took it the second way and wiggled her eyebrows at Fionna, who blushed.

"Where are you headed, Gumball?" Mocro said quietly. That was the most Fionna had ever heard him say.

"Going over to my cooking class with Professor Stumps," Gumball replied.

"Is he the one who loves apple pies?" Cake wondered.

"Yeah. I had him last year in the beginners class," Gumball said. "I love his class."

"You like to cook?" Fionna said, giggling a little. "Since when do boys cook?"

"Since Prince Gumball," said a sly voice beside Fionna. She glanced to her left and saw a raven-haired boy with a devilish smirk appear. He worse a lack and red plaid shirt and cuffed jeans, red sneakers on his feet. Something about him warned Fionna that she wouldn't like this guy. Beside him was a white-haired girl with a snide grin, the boy's arm wrapped around her shoulders. She wore a black tank top that clearly used to be a T-shirt but the sleeves were hastily chopped off and black short shorts and sandles. Fionna then realized that the boy was from earlier; the one who Gumball went to talk to before Fionna literally ran into him and the one that called out Gumball's nickname last hour. What was his name again?

"Hello, Marshall," Gumball said. "Ashley."

"Hiya, Bubba," said the girl called Ashley. "What's wrong with cooking, new girl?"

"N-nothing," Fionna stammered. "Guys can cook." She had no idea why she was suddenly feeling so vulnerable in front of this chick. Something about her grin and cold eyes made Fionna dislike her instantly but terrified of her at the same time.

"Ashley, stop being such a bitch to Fionna," spat Cake, putting her hands on her hips.

"Whatever, Katherine," Ashley said with an indifferent shrug. Cake made a noise that sounded like an angry cat. Ashley snickered at Cake and blew a raspberry at her.

"So, Fionna, how do you like this school so far?" Marshall asked.

"Fine," Fionna said shortly.

Marshall made a mewing noise. "Ooh, feisty, this one." Ashley giggled. "Where are you going now, Fionna?" he went on like he cared.

"Music class," Fionna said. She looked hopefully towards Cake and she nodded, indicating she, too, was heading over. Mocro nodded too and Fionna felt a rush of safety.

"Cool," Marshall said. "I'm heading over there too. We can hook up afterwards right, new girl?" He sent her a seductive grin that made Fionna's cheeks burn with hatred.

"Mar Mar, don't go sticking your face into places you're not familiar with," Ashley said. "You never know where that girl's been hanging around."

"You're right, Babe," Marshall said with a smirk. "Hey, you're gonna pass your class." He pointed towards a building a little ways away. "You should get going."

He bid Ashley goodbye so she could head over to building seven for her Mythology class. His sly grin turned into a scowl and he hitched his bag over his shoulder a little tighter.

"Good riddance," he said, glaring after her. His sudden change in attitude surprised Fionna greatly. Wasn't he just... weren't they... whaaat?"

"Why are you still with her?" Gumball said. "You're acting like someone you're not."

"I'm exactly who I say I am and exactly how I act," Marshall said but Fionna didn't believe that. He turned to face her and smiled a genuine smile which really made Fionna doubt her negative feelings towards him. Who did he think he was? "Sorry about her. She can be really brutal towards new kids. She still thinks she's in high school. A little more of a... ah..." He grinned at Gumball. "Formal greeting." He stuck out his hand towards Fionna. "The name is Marshall Lee."

Fionna hesitantly shook it. "Erm... Fionna."

"Nice to meet you."

Gumball bid them goodbye as well, taking a right and walking towards building nine. The other four walked towards their building, building six, and entered to find it chalk full of art kids and music kids. They weaved through the thread of students and Fionna saw Marshall enter a different room, waving at them. He closed the door behind him and Fionna read "Advanced Rock". What grade was this guy in? Cake and Mocro both said goodbye as they went into the classical music class and Fionna was left alone in front of her beginners class. She walked in and found of students around her age sitting in places that were marked depending on their musical talents. Fionna rushed over to vocal and took the last seat, sighing in relief that she wasn't going to be placed in an instrumental area. A stumpy woman with red and white hair walked in and she observed the class. The chalkboard above her read: Professor Peppermint. Fionna stifled a giggle as she spoke. Her voice was raspy and high pitched and Fionna found she wasn't the only person giggling.

"I will now send you to the class of your expertise," she said. "Vocals go to room 6102 where Miss Carson will be teaching you the basics of song."

Fionna and the other vocal students stood and walked down the hallway. Fionna didn't remember this happening to Cake but Fionna deduced that it must be because Cake was accepted due to her magnificent dulcimer skills and was automatically placed in classical. Fionna only signed up for music so...

Thinking about it made her head hurt.

She walked inside 6102 where the teacher was waiting. Like Simone, she called names to see who would be taking the class this semester. Then she also passed out a curriculum and started to explain it. Fionna was bored out of her mind, wishing that she at least had a friend to talk to. Then she noticed a familiar boy sitting beside her. He was a little on th pudgy side and his shaggy hair was dyed purple. He was staring at her and Fionna noticed, to her horror, that his eyes were moving up and down her body. He was checking her out!

Disgusted, Fionna confronted him.

"What's your deal?" she hissed, eyeing a star tattoo on his forehead.

"You're hot," he said. "You want these lumps?"

"Excuse me?" Fionna said, feeling absolutely violated. Then she remembered who this kid was. LSP was his name.

"You want these lumps?" he repeated, leaning closer. "I'm a senior, you know."

"I highly doubt that," Fionna said. "You're a freshman just like me."

"Tch. I should be a senior but the school refused to bump me up three grades," LSP said with a shrug. "I'm too lumping awesome to be a freshie."

"Lumping?" Fionna said, grinning in spite of herself. "Why can't you curse?"

"My lumping parents, that's why!" he said, glowering at the desk. "I used to curse all the time but they were all like," he put on a high pitched voice to imitate what Fionna assumed was supposed to sound like his mother, "'Oh, no, Leonard, don't curse in front of Granny. Say lump or lumping instead!' And It lumping stuck!"

"Sorry about that," Fionna said, unsure of what else to say.

"Ahem?" Miss Carson said from below. "Are you two paying attention?"

"Yes, ma'am," Fionna said. "Sorry."

Luckliy, Carson didn't ask them what she had just said so she went on with her lecture. Fionna didn't like LSP's attitude but there was something about him that told her she would get along with him. They were dismissed 45 minutes later and Fionna was joined by Cake, who slipped her arm in Fionna's arm. Mocro walked silently next to Cake, his earbuds in his ears. Cake began to babble on and on about her class and how she was excelling in the dulcimer. Fionna was only half listening, trying to focus on her schedule. She had gymnastics next with the coach named Becky Legend, a childhood hero to Fionna. Fionna was suddenly flicked in the cheek by Marshall Lee, who was calling her name.

"Earth to Fionna," he said. "Wake up, Dude."

Why was he suddenly acting like he's known her for years? Who the hell was this guy?

"What do you want?" she said acidly, glaring at him.

"I wanna know where you're going next," he said, ignoring her snap.

"It's my lunch hour," she said. "I have one more class after this."

"What class is that?" Cake said before Marshall could ask. She had a feeling that Fionna wasn't liking Marshall Lee so far.

"Gymnastics. It starts at one so I have an hour and a half lunch break," Fionna said.

"I'm off for lunch too," Cake said. "Mocro's still got a class to go to but I can join you. We can go down to the cafe for lunch."

"What about me?" Marshall asked.

"What about you?" Fionna said.

"May I join you? I'm sure Gumball is up for it before his Chemistry class," Marshall said.

"How do you know Gumball? It seems like you're the last person he'd hang out with," Fionna said.

"He's my roommate. Plus, I've known the guy since we were little. My mom represented his dad's company," Marshall explained. "But that's not the point. You didn't answer my question."

"Don't you usualy have lunch with Ashley?" Cake asked.

"Yeah but..." Marshall trailed off so Cake shut up.

"You can come," said Fionna, making Marshall's eyes light up with surprise. She smiled at him but it vanished when he sent her a flirtatious grin. "Don't you even start."

Cake laughed and Mocro smiled a little. Marshall Lee kept grinning as he tossed Fionna's hair.

"Aw, I like you, Fionna," he said. "You're my favorite freshman."

Gumball was suddenly walking alongside Marshall, some flour on his cheeks. "Hello, all," he said. "Professor Stumps dove right into cooking today."

Marshall brushed his own cheek while pointing to Gumball's. "Yeah. We can see that." Gumball's eyes widened and he dove into his shoulder bag, searching for a mirror. Marshall muttered something that sounded like "girly, dude. Uncool" as Gumball got out a mirror and inspected his reflection.

Mocro said goodbye and kissed Cake swiftly before walking off to his next class. The four of them heard a high voice call Marshall's name but he pretended not to hear it.

"Uh, Marshall Lee?" Fionna said. "Someone's-."

"Don't. Just don't turn around or even acknoledge her," he said. "It's fucking Ashley and I really don't wanna act like a jerk."

"You don't have to," Gumball said.

"Because you're not," Fionna finished, realizing.

"What? Of course I am!" Marshall said quickly, glaring at her. His scowl was so convincing that it almost scared Fionna. "I'm the badest badass on campus. Don't you forget that, Mertens."

"Knock it off!" Cake snapped. "Both of you."

But Fionna kept going. "Yeah you're a bad boy but you don't have to classify yourself as a jerk. You don't have to be both."

"Fionna, don't try and-," Gumball warned but Marshall Lee had stopped walking. The three stopped to and turned to see him staring at Fionna with the most curious expression on his face. He wasn't angry or even annoyed. It was as if he had never heard anyone speak to him like Fionna did just then. Then he shook his head and fell in line with them.

"You're a strange one, Fionna Mertens," he said.

So that was the first chapter! I'll probably update every Friday or at least every weekend. It's the summer time so I have a lot of free time but forgive me if I miss the dealine. :( I really hope you're enjoying it so far.

And I say this in all of my Adventure Time stories: If you have a song you would like to submit for the characters to sing, shoot me a PM or a review and I'll be sure to give you full credit and put your song in the story. (As long as it has to do with the story line).

See you next time!