A/n it's probably worth mentioning that simon is somewhere between ice king and human simon. Marceline is 17 but because of education differences that makes it her second last year in the U.S and her last year in the UK.

Edit- Changed layout inserted lines between scene changes

Marceline drew a breath of fresh, clean air and closed her eyes for a moment. Letting the rare sunshine blast a comfortable heat across her pale skin. Above her, the clouds rolled past lazily and the usual din of traffic was unheard. The dark castle that loomed down over her was now a pleasant background image rather than the terror factory it had been when she was younger. The unusual moment of peace was only broken by the ever persistent thrum of her damned thoughts.

Just one more week and I'm going to be on a plane leaving here.

She shook her had to dislodge the thought and took a long look around the public garden. A large open space that descended below the main pulse of traffic flowing through the city, laid neatly in the shade of the monolithic mountain with a castle perched atop it. It had flowered early this year because of the heatwave and was alive with the pleasant scents of ice cream and flowers.

One week and I'll never see this city again.her mind drifted again as she lay down on the dry grass and tried let the sun work on her pale skin.Maybe that's not a bad thing? Maybe it would be a good thing to get away from here. Get away from this place and start over without judgement.Maybe I can get the help I need. The thought startled her awake. I don't need help. I'm normal.She got up and started to make her way back to her car. She knew inside it was too late, once that train of thought started it was hard to stop.Another day in 'therapy' without progress? maybe I'm normal for me? So what if I'm a little different. It's not a big deal.She vaguely remembered a half read article about how they accepted people as they are in the U.S. Even if who you are is different. The rest of the trip passed in a foggy blur as she drove home on muscle memory.But then what if it's worse? What if I'm bullied and abused because of who I am? What I fall in love and they leave me as soon as they find out, thinking I'm gonna jump in bed with anyone.Maybe I would be better to stay here?She nodded her head as she walked into the small semi detached house. It was home, it was comfortable. She knew where every crack on the wall was and had counted the black spots on her ceiling a million time...what were those? It smelled of home, something between fresh bread and guitar strings. Like a musician had tried to settle down. Not far off I guess she smiled as she dumped her keys on the table and walked into the living room. Simon. Practically her Father for the last ten years, they had grown very close in that time. She had gotten used to the vaguely blue tinted glasses and the red bow tie. All though she still noticed the looks of curiosity he warranted from strangers and the looks of panic on the students he taught. She froze for a moment when she saw him on his knees wrapping one of his treasured artifacts in bubble wrap.

Well, better try while I can "Simon," She started uncertainly

"OH, hey Marcy I was just wrapping up the delicates. Could you help?" he wiggled his eyebrows at his subtle sex joke. There had been a few of those lately. Maybe he was trying to make me feel more comfortable talking about it?

"Look, I'm not sure I wanna go." it started slowly, hesitantly. Marceline stared at the ground as though memorizing the pattern on the carpet. "I think I'd like to stay here and keep going with the therapy. Maybe I can be like everyone else." it was faster now, becoming frantic. "I mean I know it's not 'natural' and my dad disapproves but if I just pretend it's not really a problem, or doesn't exist maybe I can..." she stopped suddenly as Simon wrapped her up in a hug. His arms were always cold but he always hugged with an intensity that implied warmth. At least it felt that way.

"There's nothing unnatural about you" he stated sternly backing off to look her in the eyes "Besides it wont matter where were going. You can be really be you there." He smiled dammit he knows just how to get me. She sighed feeling the fight flow out of her. "Fine, I know you're just looking out for me" she smirked.

Simon could hear the bass being plucked gently on the other side of the door and considered not even knocking. With a sigh he knocked anyway and knew that as soon as she was done with this phone call she was going to need some careful attention.

"Marcy it's for you" he handed the phone over to her trying his best to keep smiling and hide the sadness in his eyes.

"Hello daddy" she answered immediately. she frowned. every time he calls, she frowns.

"Me and Simon haven't finished packing yet, we need to send the last of the small things like my amp and Simon's artefacts." Simon leaned against the door frame plotting an easily eaten meal and a comedy film. Maybe a Sandler film? Happy Gilmore? Billy Madison? He tuned back into the conversation for a moment

"Yes daddy, that's already packed as well." She always takes such a formal tone with him. It's like she loses a part of her soul just talking to him.

"We booked the tickets, we'll be leaving from the airport at eight thirty AM on Thursday." There was a pause of hesitation. that's it don't ask him if..

"What time will you be there?" he cringed knowing the answer on the other side without hearing it. 'sorry marceline I have to finish x and y at the club'

"Oh, OK, That's fine daddy. I know you're busy." he could see the tears forming in the corner of her eyes. She said her goodbyes without wavering. Let her down again, stupid nightclub he wrapped her up in a hug without words.

"oh Marcy, This looks like a Chinese food and Disney emergency!" he declared to Marceline's smirk as she blinked away unshed tears.

You always eat well when there's Chinese food.

Marceline's eyes slowly began to drift open. what the hell is that noise? The first tingle of panic pricked at her senses. Keeping her eyes closed as she probed them. It smells wrong! It feels wrong! This isn't right? She tried to get up but something held her waist.

I'm tied to a chair!? She Tried to kick her legs out but it just struck something hard. Panic blossomed fully. All senses were alert. She was pinned down. Something in front of her. A hand placed itself on top of her left. She raised her right hand ready to strike thrashing her head in case it was to force a kiss on her.

"Marcy, it's OK" she heard a whisper like it was at the end of a tunnel but with all her body shooting with adrenaline she was now wide awake and her eyes opened fully. A plane? she looked around and took in the full view of the shrunken cabin she was in and thanked Glob no one else was awake to see her. Simon embraced her in a gentle hug and muttered a brief reminder of where they are.

"I'm OK Simon, I just freaked out" she said cheerier than she felt. He examined her for a moment and apparently satisfied it was over he gestured to the plate of food he had gotten.

"Well, alright. how about some toast or some tea?" he asked. She could feel her stomach clench a little and shook her head. This elicited a frown but he knew better than to argue with her. For a little while Marceline just stared around her taking in the scene of the plane and replaying the previous days memory's in the theatre of her mind. She remembered the sadness of leaving her home for the last time. Locking her car and leaving the keys under the left rear wheel arch for her dads minions to collect, the boring ride to the airport. Simon's best attempts at getting her to eat some horrifyingly greasy food from a McDonald's. Ew. Then the boarding and the noise of the engines lulling her in to an uncomfortable sleep. She wished she could play her guitar. Forty minutes of boredom and a cup of the worst coffee she had ever had the misfortune of tasting resulted in the knowledge that they were a full four hours from ST. Louis.

Damn.She ruffled in her backpack for a notepad and started writing a short song but found it hard to concentrate.OK so what if people find out I'm different at this new school? I mean I got one year left! And I'm switching from S5 in Scotland to... dammit! What year was it again? A quick check with simon revealed the uncomfortable truth. I have to go back a year? S5 is only a sophmore in the us? I don't finish till I'm nearly nineteen? That sucks! Still... I might meet someone nice in school? Like, new friends? or something? Or I might meet some evil bastard? I just want a chance.

"Marcy" simon poked her arm to get her attention "Look! The U.S of A!" he said pointing past her to the land beginning to roll past underneath.

"Are you sure? It could just be like Canada or something?" She pointed out smirking at the dawn lit greenery below

"No way! Look! Look! There's New York!" he pointed excitedly to a vaguely bright spot. It looked more like a small town and she was pretty sure there wasn't an ice sheet just north of New York.

"Actually that's north east Canada" one of the air hosts politely chimed in while clearing up " We wont be in America until we pass the Great Lakes" she added smiling at Marceline. For a moment Marceline smirk hid the fact that her heart was beating a little faster and her head was fuzzy. She's pretty.

Don't speak, Don't speak, you'll ruin it, she'll find out your different! "That's cool, how do you know that?" she asked despite her internal protest

"I live in Ottawa. The nights are very cold..alone" she almost whispered the last part as she leaned across Simon and gave Marceline an absolutely stunning view down her top. Despite her best efforts she found her gaze drawn into the cleavage. With a wink the women was gone quickly serving the other passengers with no where near the attention Marceline had received.

"Ho ho ho! Marceline! you dog" Simon rumbled in a deep gruff voice wiggling his eyebrows at her furiously. She buried herself in song writing trying desperately to ignore the heat in her cheeks and the tingle on her skin.

Bonnibel sighed and stretched her aching back. OK three hours of homework is enough for now. I need some food and a hot drink! She got up and slowly marched her away across the large empty mansion. The staff had long since been reduced to just Pier the butler and a hand full of maids and the chef. She started the long walk from her bedroom downstairs. The need for caffeine was great but at ten P.M it was probably better to get some tea. Descending the main staircase still with the remainder of the homework on her mind, she turned left at the bottom and passed through the large ballroom, littered with various painting and cloth covered tables. The house always felt so empty at this time of night.

"Hey Chef" she greeted the large man as she walked into the kitchen. She had tried once to learn his real name but like most of the staff they felt this was somehow... improper.

"Hello Princess! What can I make for you?" he asked looking up from the ball of dough he was working. She winced at the term Princess

"Come on Chef I keep telling you that the whole Royalty thing is just a marketing strategy for Candy Kingdom."not that I haven't told you that once a week for the last six years.

"Be that as it may, you're still Princess Bubblegum to me. It was the name your parents had you and you used to love it as a child" he smiled sadly at the memory. Bonnibell had to let that go. she couldn't stand to see chef sad and he'd worked for her parents long before she was around.

"I really just wanted some Chamomile tea and a sandwich" she smiled at him softly embracing the simple act of making a cup of tea as though it were sacred. They rarely even allowed her this simple task. it doesn't matter that I'm not really a princess. Not to the staff or the town! They look at me like Royalty because in just two years they expect me to take the rains of the struggling economy in OOO and try to revive it.

"It'll be fresh bread tomorrow morning milady. I'm even preparing a misbrocht for you" she translated the name to rye bread in her head. Suddenly a sandwich appeared before her.

"Thanks chef" She smiled at the old man, he was a German migrant worker that had settled down. She hardly even considered the German lessons and the fantastic food as they had become backgrounds to her life but chef was always there. He was wandered slowly back to her room stopping in front of a particular set of doors she hadn't realized she was going to pass. The large White doors opulently surrounded by thick Oak siding, she knew the left door would creak if she opened it. She knew it would smell of old air and must with a background scent of vanilla, her mother loved vanilla. She could remember every detail of the whole room in her minds eye, just four feet behind the door. Her feet were moving before she had a moment to consider why. Her hand was out and the door handle was being turned and she knew that the sight on the other side would sadden her. And she had to be strong.

Stop! Finally obeying herself before she managed to open the room.Your job isn't to be sad. Your job is to learn, go to college and get a degree in business and economics so you can save this whole town. So you can create the candy kingdom.She took a step back and a deep breath.You're parents died trying to build something for you to have. Now you have to make sure that goal comes to life.She looked out of the large window at the end of the hall and could see most of the City of OOO spread out before her.

You have to save this town.

Marceline stood in front of what was going to be her new home. Lets not get carried away, it's still just a house. The building looked to be fairly new, with a skylight poking out of the top floor, mostly made of faded yellowish brick with a few jauntily Painted mustard colour windowsills. The only thing it really had going for it was a nice garden in the front and a ton of room at the back with a grand old oak tree sitting in the middle.

"What do you think Marcy? I thought you could take the top floor. it's got a shower up there and everything!" he smiled expansively sinking the first hook.

"like an en suite?" she asked hopefully

"yep, the largest room in the house! It takes up the entire top floor, has only two windows, has been soundproofed already thanks to previous owners and has an en suite shower just for you!" Simon rattled this off in his best salesmen voice. Marceline stared at him for a moment dumbstruck. Her room was always just about big enough for a double bed, not much more really. Not having to share any hygiene facilities either? Everyone she knew back home had one bathroom per house!

"Come on! lets explore!" Simon unlocked the front door and ran off inside like a kid on an adventure. She walked into the dim building knowing immediately that Simon's summer project would involve a lot of decorating. Ignoring his squeals of delight she moved to the kitchen. Not bad. An island in the center a the large kitchen separated the two areas neatly so you could have a kitchen and dining room. It was all neatly cleaned and bare as bones. She moved into the livingroom –again, bare. With a lot of bright sunlight coming in via the wall size windows. A quick explore upstairs informed her that there was three bedrooms on the second floor.

First floor? Americans go ground first, second right? I gotta try and remember this stuff. one pretty big room that no doubt Simon will claim and one of the smaller ones will, no doubt, quickly become storage. Heading to the top floor she was shocked to find that her vision of the room size was underestimated. The room had to be big enough for about four double beds, there was an alcove where the window poked out of the roof and she could see a lot of the city from it. There was the school, a post office, a lot of houses and... a huge pinkish looking mansion?

Who the hell would want to live in a faded pink mansion? She closed the window and kept going, she could hear the en suite calling. It was just of to the left of her bedroom door and while not exactly being 'luxuriously appointed' it was definitely an improvement on waiting in the mornings. Already her mind was alive with the possibilities of what she could do in her room. A small couch, T.V, guitar rack, posters, and a desk, oh, and a big lock on her door. She smiled unconsciously to herself and drifted back down to Simon in the kitchen, he was all serious again now he was on his mobile phone.

"Uh huh, OK then. Fine, thank you." he hung up and turned to face her.

"Bad news Marcy, were not getting our furniture for another two days! looks like it got held up or something. What do you think of your room?" determined to maintain the air of uncaring teenager she set her face to neutral.

"It's pretty cool, did you put me on the top floor so I couldn't sneak boys in?" she smirked at him. Damn there goes the apathy!

"Well I wouldn't want you getting all pregnant or something would I!?" he asked jokingly "I guess for now we're gonna have to book into a hotel or something" he added serious again. A small niggle in the back of Marceline's mind suddenly demanded much more attention.

"Simon, how can you afford all this?" The idea that simon was flushing a lifetime of savings down the drain for her benefit had been eating at her since the flight but since seeing the huge house and the new furniture to compliment the irreplaceable old stuff it had become a large worry. He turned to face her, studying her carefully. She knew simon had saved a lot of cash over the years. Being a teacher didn't pay tons but it was steady work.

"You might not believe me, but your Father decided to pay for all this. He gave me more money than this house and a couple nights in a hotel could dent and told me to spend whatever I need to help you." It took Marceline a few moments to process this new information. Her dad had always been cheap when it came to spending on anything. The only thing she could ever really remember him splashing out on was his car and suit. The argument being that it'll cost twice as much and last five times as long.

Maybe he does care? A small spike of hope blossomed before the more poisonous thoughts came about. Or maybe he's willing to blow a quarter mil to get rid of me? Maybe he thinks that a trip into America really will cure me. Maybe.

It's only school. You've done school before. You've changed school at least four times now. Just another bunch of dumb teenagers. From another country.

"Have you got everything you need?" Simon asked her as he drove his car. She still hadn't decided on whether to get a car for herself or not. Simon had made it clear that he considered spend what you need to mean spend what you need. Which meant she was going to have to get a job to get a car.

"yes" she hadn't bought any textbooks but didn't feel up to conversation. Simon seemed to pick up on this as they drove in silence. Staying at the hotel had been kinda fun, ordering an ice cream sundae at four in the morning and watching bad films, Americans call them movies, had been great but it had only prevented her from paying attention to the school supply list she was supposed to buy for. Apparently you buy your textbooks in America. Gotta learn all this American stuff, try and fit in a bit. She stared out the windscreen as the large brick building came into view. It was massive compared to her last school. Compared to any of her schools!

"There it is, OOO academy" Simon mumbled. The huge building didn't seem as old as she thought it would be but it was monolithic compared to her old school. The fresh red brick stood out in stark contrast to the bright white windows and the main part of the complex had an entire wall made of glass. They found a spot in the parking lot as big as her school and Marceline was amazed to find that there was an area marked for student parking as well. She was unique among her peers at home for driving to school.

"I've got to come in with you for the first time." Simon mentioned climbing out of the car. I wondered why you chose a suit today. He lead the way into the building and found the receptionist. Glancing around while Simon talked she could see a huge cork board neatly organised to present the various classes that they offered to adults as well as a map of the complex

"OK Marceline, here you go" Simon handed her a timetable with her classes printed on it and a map with the main area on one side and the science block on the other. There was an X marked out on the map apparently in the middle of a hallway between English literature and German. Next to was a four digit code.

"That's your locker, darling." the receptionist smiled at her. It took a moment for that to sink in. I thought that was just a TV thing. She looked at Simon, suddenly feeling anxious about being alone in this maze to fend for herself. Simon just gave her a big hug and smiled as he wandered away.

"Don't worry if you get a little lost, nobody expects you to find everything on your first day." her accent was strange but she was soothing, like a kindly grandmother. "It's not on your map but there's a public pool downstairs and a cafe upstairs" she smiled at her, thanked her and started wandering in roughly the right direction. She turned left into a hallway full of students and had to pause to take it all in. There must be nearly fifty students standing around in tight groups talking to each other, back home her school only had about a hundred people in it. She started floating through the crowds glad that there wasn't a sudden silence followed by everyone staring at the new girl.

Damn, Television has been lying to me.After a few minutes she discovered her locker, fought with the combination lock and checked her first class.Music starts at five minutes to eight and finishes at nine thirty Then there's a break for ten minutes. Cool.She dropped her backpack into the locker, took out a notepad and a pen and started trying to find her class. After three wrong turns she discovered the classroom buried in the back of the school and realised she was actually early and people were already here. She was immediately drawn to the school collection of guitars and wandered over to them, trying not to feel self conscious about her musical ability, and picked up an acoustic. The girl next to her was strumming a few chords when Marceline started to pluck the strings and quietly began to tune the guitar out of habit. It took a moment for her to realise that there wasn't any strumming next to her.

"Did you just tune that guitar by ear?" the girl was staring at her in awe. She was shorter than Marceline was, had a light tan and black bushy curls that hung from her head without any apparent effort at looking good. She looked a little out of place wearing a faded green top and some baggy jeans.

"uh, yeah" she tried very hard not to blush.

"How can you do that?" she asked still staring.

"I dunno, it's easier than tuning it with the machine thing" she had learned the skill years ago because she hated trying to find the little black box every time she played. The girl studied her for a moment before offering a hand.

"I'm Keila"

"Marceline" she replied smiling

"At least we have science next" Bonnibell smiled at lady

"You keep saying that like it's a good thing" she looked sideways at her friend as they deftly navigated the mob of students.

"I like science, besides it's Chemistry so we get to do an experiment." the mild excitement of a simple experiment always made her day a little easier. She preferred the more complex things she did at home but it was nice to go over the basics again.

"I just don't like biology, I'm not gonna chop up another frog" she made a face at the memory. They arrived early at the empty classroom and took their seats.

"Are you hanging out with Jake again today?" she didn't want to push to far on the subject of the blossoming relationship between her two friends.

"Yeah, he's trying to learn Korean" she replied blushing a little.

"Korean food Maybe" Bonnibell replied in Korean.

"His Kimchi is not very good" Lady replied in kind. She turned to look at the door expecting the teacher to walk in at any moment. instead a tall beautiful Girl with a cute expression of being lost walked in. She had milky white, way to pale, skin and dark black hair that reached all the way down to her Butt which was ,objectively, cute. She was quite skinny but wore the red flannel shirt and jeans comfortably. Bonnibell on the other hand had spent far too many a night with a personal chef on hand and had a few curves she didn't want.

"Earth to Bonnibell" lady waved a hand in front of her face.

"Who's that?" she asked in Korean as lady looked at the new girl

"That's Marceline, She's in Jake's Music class. I've heard she's really bad news though." Lady was leaning closer and using her best Korean conspiracy voice.

"Apparently she's from Scotland and her dad runs the local mafia there, she had to leave the country because they were going to kill her Dad! She bought that house that was for sale on Gumdrop avenue near your place."

"It's unlikely she's a mafia daughter" Bonnibell retorted as the girl started to walk over the seat behind her

"She made friends with Keila. Keila smokes pot I think" she added.

"I think I'd chose Wagners ride of the Valkyries, it's just classic." Marceline pointed out. Can't beat a classic

"I dunno, I'd go for the chicken dance . I know it's unconventional but I love the implied humour." Keila retorted. The argument on best background music for a Grand Theft Auto rampage hadn't stopped all day.

"Well I've got science so, see ya later?" she looked at Keila

"I'll meet you there after class and show you the way to lunch" she waved as she walked off. OK apparently I've got a friend, well maybe a friend. I mean she wants me to come jam with her band on Friday. I mean I'm super lucky that there's someone at this school into the same stuff as me. She tried her best to avoid the thickest part of the students swarming past her. Almost three hundred students in the school at one time. Back home her school had about one hundred people and wasn't even half the size.

All these dweebs are staring at me for being the new girl, unless there's something wrong with me. Only the occasional 'aye' still slips into my speech and I'm pretty sure I removed the 'foreigner' tattoo on my forehead. She smiled to herself as she arrived at the class. Dammit! Every time! The class was full. It was always full when she had science. Is everyone at this school a nerd! she had even tried to leave early to get a seat at the back. it was only her first science class. She stared at the classroom for a moment trying to ignore the stares returned and weighed her options.

The seat in front of the teacher? Or the seat behind the pink haired snob that won't stop staring. Oh well. she tried to ignore the vague floating sensation and drifted towards the pink girl trying to ignore the alarm bells that came with seeing her perfectly organised desk.

Probably has a copy of the Periodic table in her desk and everything. Why the pink hair then? Everything else is really neat and tidy but she dies her hair pink? The thinnest and ugliest teacher with the biggest sharpest nose she had ever seen walked in.

"Good morning class" he declared far to loudly.

"Good morning principal Citron" the class chorused back. Citron, like a lemon? He had paused as though daring each student to speak out

"Your teacher is gone. She is with child" he declared. There was another moment of silence

"I will be your teacher until a replacement is found. Take out your textbooks and turn to page forty seven and study osmosis." he yelled he is really loud. Then a moment of panic caught Marceline. She didn't have a textbook. She put her up her hand

"I don't own a textbook" she declared. As he stared, the lemon guy looked like he was appalled at the way she had just spoken out. Everyone was staring at her.

"Unacceptable" he seemed to be having trouble controlling his level of volume.

"You!" he pointed at the pink one "Share your book" he sat down at the desk and ,apparently, that was the end of the problem. Marceline tried not to smile as she spotted the periodic table taped inside pinkies desk. She turned to face her placing the book between them.

"I'm Bonnibell Butler" she announced hand outstretched with a fake smile plastered on her face. Yeah, I'm gonna have to take the piss. I could do with a smile.

"Marceline, sup princess" she smirked giving her a high five instead. She was actually kinda cute when she scowled at her. Marceline had been careful to avoid looking at her instead looking at the textbook. She waited until the girl's gaze went the same way and decided it was time to take a good look at her qaurry.

Uh oh, she really is cute. Marceline had a soft spot for cute girls. Plump lips, very little make up on her. Cute haircut, sharp jawline, soft nose. Uh oh. She's a little more than cute, she's really pretty. She's beautiful. Oh man this sucks! Marceline was staring now. The girl looked up her for a moment. For one, long, intense moment. Marceline was lost in the girls dazzling eyes. A deep ocean blue on the outside ring and a lighter blue on the inside ring of colour with the tiniest flecks of white adding a sparkle to her eyes.

Bonnibell looked up from her book when she felt eyes lingering on her. There with a smirk and Marceline's eyes boring into hers. Her eyes were a deep red color almost like blood and were distressingly dark. But there was an emotion sparkling in them. Like she was about to cry.

Such beautiful eyes...wait what? No it's fine. An observation. Logical really. Scientific observation is a useful skill and have deep red eyes with the tiniest sparkle in them was a logical observation. It was also easy to observe that the girl had beautiful hair and an aesthetically pleasing face. There's nothing sexual or remotely romantic in these observations. This is a science class and she was making scientific observations. She didn't have any breasts to speak of and she smelled like a guitar with a pleasing musk. Scientific. Suddenly becoming aware that she had been staring into the girls eyes for the last five minutes at least she glanced at the clock breaking the eye contact. Huh? That can't be right? Only one minute had passed. She re did the maths in her head. Seven minutes since class started, three since citron came in and one minute since she had turned around and looked up from the paragraph on osmosis and its role in the circulatory system. She even glanced out the window to check that, yes, relativity was still in affect. The sun was still shining and clouds were moving past at a normal rate. Had she just experienced a type of special relativity? This was worth an experiment or two. She pulled her pocket notebook out and made a quick note.

Eyes, special relativity. Then with another thought wrote 'Marceline lunch' Time dripped past slowly as Marceline tried to ignore the faint bubblegum smell coming from the pink girl. Had to be in her head. She was still feeling kinda floaty. She should have had breakfast. Any number of reasonable explanations were on offer. Her stomach was beginning to tighten with hunger.

Ok distractions. Pinkie can be a distraction. I can't pick on her cause she's too cute even though the excessive pink made it easy. Pink... prissy, stuck up. Bet ya she lives at the mansion.

"hey, do you live in that mansion on the edge of town?" she asked quietly. Bonnibell stared at her for a moment then frowned and said

"Yes, the pink one." before turning back to the book and scribbling notes.

"Must be pretty big?" she tried conversationly.

"Just me and some servants" she muttered back. Marceline frowned, she was trying hard to make friends.

Come on pinky, I'm doing my best here!

"What kind of music do you like" she was reaching out

"Not the same as you" Bonnibell replied tersely.

"What's your problem princess!" she scowled back at her. Apparently she didn't like the term.

"I don't have a problem, leave me alone" she snapped. Fine whatever princess I don't need you The bell rang 'thank glob' and Marceline got up to leave.

"Bring a textbook next time" Bonnibell snapped as she brushed past Marceline.

"How was your day Marcy?" simon asked as she got in the car.

"School sucks" she sat back for a moment and considered an answer more clear than that. "I made a friend, her names Keila. I'm going to her house to jam after school on Friday. A bunch of guys hit on me. I was late for every class except science and the teacher was late! Ermmmm I had a burger and fries for lunch. It was gross but I don't know where to shop" she looked at the pink mansion as they drove past it. Bonnibell was getting out of a car alone.

Where are her parents

"well I'm going to be taking a job soon. I'm covering a class in your school. The teacher got his wife pregnant" Simon replied.

"wait. Science class?" he nodded at her. She groaned at the thought of having simon teach one of her classes and decided it could be worse.

"That's your class huh? Well no easy pass. I'll help you study though" he smiled at her and she tried not cringe at the thought of actually having to study. When they arrived at the house she was slightly shocked to find it looking like a home. The kitchen was well stocked with pots and pans and the living room had a bunch of sofas and a nice big T.V. There was even a wii. Passing through the middle floor she spotted a pile of wood and some paint in the spare room before she got to hers. The new bed looked good and comfy and a desk with a her laptop on it. Her guitar was propped against a wall but that was all that was in here.

"Yo, simon!" she yelled downstairs

"what?"

"where's all my stuff!" she was expecting a sofa and a T.V at least, maybe an xbox. He appeared at the top of the stairs

"One bed, one desk, your guitar and laptop. What's missing?" he asked. She thought about it for a moment before figuring it out.

"You're gonna make me buy stuff with my own money huh." he smiled and nodded

"Gotta learn the value of a dollar Marcy"

A/N first chapter done. I've got a rough timeline prepped and ready. as always please read and review. criticism is welcome.