Disclaimer: I do not own Adventure Time or Marceline and the Scream Queens (the song title was in vol.1 & 2)

A/N: Including this chapter there are 7 more chapters planned for this fic. Incase anyone was interested :D

Enjoy~

Bubblegum took in her surroundings, "So, what am I doing here again?"

Of course she knew why she had come, but LSP decided to answer her rhetorical question anyway, "Glob, PB sometimes I wonder why people call you smart, to forget something like this."

Bubblegum tried not to roll her eyes at her friend's comment.

She tried.

It didn't work.

Not that LSP noticed, she was too busy taking in the sights. After her break up with Brad she had every right to look at her perspective new boyfriends.

And there were a lot of them.

They all wanted her, she could tell, but only one could be lucky enough.

She fixed her fresh new dress as she spoke, "I called in to BLH (Best Lumpin' Hits) Radio and won two tickets AND backstage passes to Marceline and the Scream Queens."

This information was less than new to Bubblegum. It was all LSP could talk about for days after it had happened.

"Again." Bubblegum pressed on, "Why am I here?"

"What you think I would go alone, like, helz na." LSP looked over at Bubblegum like she had a head full of sprinkles, "Anyway, with you here I won't have to worry about-" She gave her companion a once over, "-competition."

Bubblegum shook her head but said nothing. She knew what LSP was referring to, too few lumps. She would often try to 'console' the candy ruler about the subject.

But not today.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOHHH GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRLLLL" LSP let out a shrill wail, snapping bubblegum back to reality. "The seats are right by the stage."

Flailing, she went to hover over a seat that was literally front and center. Any closer and they would have been on stage.

Bubblegum took the seat next to her, "So, Marceline and the Scream Queens, why do you like them so much?" It had never donned on her to ask, which was surprising seeing as she was usually very inquisitive in nature.

But of course, she had done her research before attending this event. She knew very well the band's bios and songs. Not that any of this peaked her interest in the slightest.

LSP responded in a simple and perfectly typical manner, "Duh, because everyone else likes them, what other reason do I need. They are, like, the biggest band in the Nightosphere."

"Of course."

They had arrived late. Bubblegum had not a clue as to what was proper attire to these functions. She had decided in a simple baby blue cocktail dress. The crown that usually adorned her head was no where in sight. Much to her protest LSP had begged her to leave it behind. Bubblegum assumed she believed it would cause unwanted attention. As she had looked around the venue there did not seem to be any other princesses, aside from the two of them.

So maybe it was best.

Even with no crown, Bubblegum was sure she had the sea green gem with her. It hung on a chain around her neck, hidden from view under the color of her dress. Not many people knew just how important that stone was and how responsible she was for keeping it safe, at all times.

She put her hand to her chest to check it when suddenly the lights began to flash. The strobe effect was horribly blinding in the dark. Smoke, that smelled of vanilla began to spill off the stage and drifted to their feet. It was cold.

The stage was set, and a loud heavy bass sounded through the darkness. Drums and other instruments meshed with them.

And just like that it had begun.

The most peculiar dead/undead/other group was presented on stage, the pride of the Nightosphere. Two vampires and ghost and … a guy?, all played there role to make the crowd cheer.

Bubblegum had seen their photos on album covers and news articles during her research and so their appearance was not startling to her in the least. And the song they had chosen to begin the concert was one she had heard. She even knew the title, 'Boys for Breakfast'.

Relaxing, she leaned back in her seat a little. She had this down, noone out of their element here. That was for sure.

Bubblegum listened to the haphazard lyrics and unorderly sound goo as it played on. She would spend time during each song looking at the various components of the group.

Drums.

How did that ghost manage to hit the bottom drum, seeing as how he is floating?

Guitar

It was clear she was a vampire. But if so why did she not seem to float as much as the others?

Keyboard

Who was this guy? A human? No, the only human Bubblegum knew of in existence was Finn, but that was a very special case. Also one of the reasons she kept him around. Like an endangered species, of sorts.

Finally the Bass Guitarist/Vocalist

Her hair whipped around her even with no wind. It baffled the Bubblegum Princess, as her hair was primarily stationary.

The pale woman's moments were sharp and ridged, very much unlike Bubblegum who had been taught to be graceful.

As she floated around the stage, moving to her own rhythm it became, in its own way, awkwardly graceful. Cute in its innocence and above all-

free.

Realizing she had spent an unfair amount of time just watching the vampire woman sing. She returned her gaze to the ghostly drummer.

However, no matter how often she pulled her eyes away, they kept being drawn back to long ebony tresses and cherry eyes.

There could be only one reason Bubblegum was so attracted to her.

And she was not afraid to admit it to herself-

she

wanted to be friends with this woman.

That was it.

The music died off. And the crowd, who had not seemed to stop cheering to entire show, grew louder demanding an encore.

And so they did.

This went on many times.

Wouldn't it be more convenient for them to have just preformed those songs with out having to be cheered back after every one?

Though it seemed like a hassle, ever time the Scream Queens returned to stage they had the biggest smiles on their faces.

Marceline seemed especially proud as she took up the microphone yet again, thanking everyone for 'keeping there music alive'.

The pun was surely intended.

"OH MY GLOB OH MY GROD OH MY BLOB, I'm so excited!" LSP did a little dance in there air, "I get to meet Bongo, he's the hottest. I mean, did you see him. And the fact that he's dead, it's totally romantic. Don't you think? Like, we can be together, but not. You know?" She asked, but not really.

"I guess." Bubblegum said not thinking about it too much, "Good luck to you." Bubblegum cheered her on, half heartedly.

Her thoughts were elsewhere.

How does one become friends with a vampire?

Bubblegum had a lot of friends. Well mostly candy citizens and other royals. But that was not what she was after. No. She did not want to talk politics with this girl.

But where to start?

They seemed so different and Bubblegum was no fool. The ancient saying 'opposite attract' was only half true. There had to be some things, big things, in common to make any meaningful relationship work. Like a bonding agent or a link in a chain, unbreakable.

Backstage was a mess. A tiny red demon lead both princesses back though the labyrinth until they came upon a door. It was plain and uninviting, but when it was opened by their guide inside was like a pearl hidden in a rotting oyster.

The décor was lavish and the dingy outside hall became but a memory as LSP floated inside making all sorts of approving noises. The curly haired guitarist giggled at the purple intruder's reaction, "Woe girl, slow down." She made sure LSP was safe from bumping into anything.

Bubblegum was looking around herself but not at the scenery. She was looking for the singer, to no avail.

LSP began overreacting over the ghost, Bongo. He seemed to be handling her attention just fine. Telling her some odd story of his drum set.

The 'apparently human' boy and remaining vampire decided to leave them be and turned their attention to Bubblegum.

"So, you like our music?" It was a statement but one made in hopes of starting up a conversation.

And it did, just not in the way there were expecting.

"Not really."

Both band mates exchanged a glance. They were both stunned, not sure at how to react to the flat honesty. Realizing her mistake immediately, Bubblegum caught herself expertly, "It's not that I don't like your music, it's just, I don't know very much how to interpret it."

"Interpret it?"

"You're supposed to feel it."

They offered, both smiling at her naiveté.

But Bubblegum did not understand. She had the worst desire to leave but forced herself to stay and wait if, just in case, the bass player would arrive.

Not daring to ask outright, for fear she would appear nosey.

LSP had decided to spend some 'alone time' with Bongo and taking this as a sign that night was slowly coming to close Bubblegum excused herself.

"It was nice to meet you."

"Likewise" Keila waved. Guy simply nodded his goodbye, uncertainly.

At with that she was out the door, back in that unkept maze. It was dimly lit and the candy girl was having a hard time finding her way in the darkness.

Something shifted in her peripheral vision and she spun around to face the cause, taking a defensive stance, fists raised.

She was met instantly with a giggle, "I'm sorry, your frilly lace mini dress betrays the tough image I think you were trying to go for."

It was the singer, Marceline.

Bubblegum was never one to care about appearances and she wasn't about to start now. Well maybe fixing her bangs a bit.

But after that, she wouldn't start!

Marceline lounged in the sky watching the pink woman from above.

Deciding she did not like to be looked at Bubblegum decided to retaliate with words, "And why where you not at the meeting. You had a fan waiting you know."

"Oh?" It was too dark to tell but if words had faces, the vampires response would be wearing the hugest grin, "You?"

"No" Bubblegum assured her, "My friend."

"Shame" The words came out with a sigh.

Blue eyes squinted in the dark. She could make out Marceline's silhouette but none of her features. Red eyes easily saw through to blue.

"Does it bother you to not see me? You could always go on your way." She paused, "I mean, it's not like you're a fan or anything." The words were a joke but there was also a subtle bitterness to them.

Not sure how to respond Bubblegum simply stopped trying to see her. After all, it didn't matter. She did not need to see the girl to have something in common with her.

"Do you like cats?"

It was a seemingly random question. However without hesitation, Marceline responded, "Hate them. Dogs are so much more loyal."

"Sweets?"

"Love them-" Bubblegum smiled in the direction of the voice, until Marceline continued, "-red ones mostly"

"I hope you aren't talking about to eat them." Bubblegum scrunched up her nose.

"Why else would I like sweets?"

"Distasteful"

Marceline playfully stuck out a long forked tongue. She obviously didn't care.

Undeterred, the interrogation continued, "Tea?"

"No"

"Science?"

Snort, "Really?"

Exasperated bubblegum threw up her hands. It was an extreme and uncalled-for reaction, one that made Marceline's eyes go wide with surprise as the pink girl called out, "Well there's nothing." She was all too annoyed to care what she had said aloud.

After considering this the puzzled girl in the sky landed, "Are you trying to look for conversation topics?" Her eyebrows raised in question.

Bubblegum shot her a glare in the dark. It was amazing just how much her eyes had adjusted at this point. Or maybe it was the fact that the distance between them had shrunk.

"Woe, why are you so mad? Guess I got it right."

Puffing out her cheeks in a childish display of anger, pink arms hugged tight to her chest, "Never mind, it was a silly thought. What would you and I have to talk about anyway?"

"How about to start-" Marceline tapping her foot lightly, as if waiting for the thought. And it came, she smiled toothily, "I'm a queen and I don't wear a crown. I can tell you why. But before that, tell me-"

And though coincidence, or perhaps not, Marceline extended her hand touching the space between covered pink shoulders. Her fingers found themselves directly above the hidden gem, thin blue cloth the only thing keeping them apart.

"-why aren't you, Princess?"