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Alright! On with the story!

A few weeks have passed for the prince in pink, and he had to say that he was having more fun at this school than at any of the other ones.

The teachers were beyond nice to him. He was bonding extremely well with Tree Trunks, and got what he considered to be life saving tips on baking pies. Gumball still believes that it won't be enough to beat Tree Trunks' pies, and that was an achievement within itself to Tree Trunks.

Another one of the teachers was the Lord Acoustics. He is the music teacher, and it became obvious as to why he was given such a nickname. He either carries around acoustic instruments, or is singing. He has a type of sing song voice, so much so that it appears that he is singing a melody of his speech everywhere he goes, and that fascinated Gumball. He was an astounding teacher, and that put him with high regard in Gumball's book.

The third teacher that Gumball was getting friendly terms with was Mr. Ricardio. However, he was a little different when it came to talking to Gumball. He asked a lot more questions to Gumball than vice versa, and a lot of them weren't about academics. They were a little more about his past and social life than anything. Not that Gumball minded. There was something special about telling someone knew about his interests and hobbies. His friends basically knew him like the back of their hands, so nothing really could be "new" to them. Telling Mr. Ricardio, though, it was all news to him. He knew so little about Gumball, and even though it was clear that he wanted to know more about Gumball, there wasn't really much that Gumball wanted him to know. When he mentioned his past and social life, it was generally basic. Most of it was funny or entertaining stories of his past, and when it got too personal, which rarely happened, he put in a fews twists and tugs to the story to pull out the sensitive info.

Mr. Ricardio, who has started asking his classes to just refer to him by his first name, also knew quite a bit about one of Gumball's favorite things besides baking, which was of course chemistry. The fact that Gumball could be nerdy about one of his favorite things with someone that actually bothered to listen was nearly unheard of for Gumball. None of the people in his social group cared about science and chemistry, and more often than not barely even cared about academics. Gumball was similar to a computer when it came to chemistry. He could explain, in detail, the all about it with the same detail as a college professor.

Then there was his peers. He was, as well, getting along famously with the other students. He and LSP had hit it off pretty well, although it seemed that LSP only wanted to be friends with him to know more about him. Gumball's knowledge of what LSP is physically capable of with his lightspeed fingers, a phone, and being friends with nearly every single student on the campus, a simple slip could lead to drastic consequences and misunderstandings.

Through Fionna, he met someone who went by Flame, because of his fiery red hair and temper. He was very shy, very sweet, albeit that he has a very short fuse. He's on the basketball team, attractive, and social when he wasn't ticked off.

Besides the people that he had newly met, one was giving him so many mixed that it spread across the entire board. Marshall

The first day he was incredibly nice, the next he was a mix between a pretentious asshole and someone that Gumball felt comfortable with to spill all of his secrets. Since then, it has been jumping from two extremes of Marshall being as though he and Gumball were extremely close friends, to them appearing to be sworn enemies. It made whatever relationship they had all the more interesting. Frustrating, but interesting.

That led to today, where classes have officially ended, and Gumball had to go to Music Club, which was something that Gumball had mixed feelings about, and it was only because of its president.

With his violin strung on his back, he went to the library, which was where the Music Club was allowed to meet. He walked down the thinning hallways, seeing others walk in his direction with music cases, as well. Among them was Fionna and Cake. They spotted him as well and called him over.

"So, how was your day today? We didn't see you at lunch." Cake asked.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I was talking to Ricardio." Gumball rubbed the back of his neck and smiled.

"Oh. Ricardio." Fionna said bitterly.

Gumball picked up on her tone. "What's so wrong about him that you don't like?"

Fionna shrugged. "I don't know. He just seems really… off."

"I smell jealousy." Cake said in a sing-song voice.

"I am not jealous!" Fionna said.

"Keep telling yourself that, honey." Cake said, "So, what do you plan on doing in Music Club?" She asked Gumball.

Gumball shrugged. "I don't know. Probably just practice some new song that I want to polish up."

"Does it have lyrics?" Fionna asked.

"I don't think so. If you want to practice with me, I'd have to create a song that has some." Gumball thought for a moment. "You know what, let's do that."

"Sweet!"

"Can I join in on this biz, too?" Cake asked.

Gumball shrugged. "The more, the merrier as of right now. Let's see if we could get a spot in the back of the library so we don't get interrupted, yeah?"

"Are you shy about your music, Gumball?" Fionna asked.

"What? No, not at all."

"Will you two stop squabbling so we could get this going?" Cake asked.

The two of them grinned before they both started laughing, as they headed into the library, barely taking any time to check in and claim a back corner. Gumball and Cake pulled out their instruments, tuning them the way that they want.

"So, what do you guys want to do?" Fionna asked.

"I thought that you said that we were going to make a song?"

"Oh, yeah. right, sorry." Fionna said.

"Okay! Let's get started, yeah?" Gumball asked.

The trio set to work, coming up with a song that they thought would be absolutely amazing and that they could perform in front of the club. With about 10 minutes of the hour at the club remaining, they had gotten a near perfect song.

"Come on! let's see if we could show the other peeps it before they leave!" Fionna, said excitedly.

Gumball groaned inwardly. "Are you certain about that? I mean, we've only gone through this once or twice."

"Gumball, chill out. I bet that you don't really want to do it because you're one of the main singer."

"Which I don't understand why you decided that I should be the one! I'm not even that good of a singer."

"Hush up and come on, we don't have a lot of time left." Fionna said, grabbing Gumball by the arm and pulled him along. Gumball looked behind him to see Cake smiling brightly white carrying her hammered dulcimer along to the front of the library.

Most of the club members and then some were near the front, performing for one another and giving suggestions on other's performances. It was one of the main reasons the club was even created. It was to help the great musicians become even greater, and they would be able to show themselves and other how to be greater, as well. The club has been student run for nearly a decade, and had many of the students entering into competitions, where they could likely be noticed by big-time record labels, and boom! Their life laid out on a silver platter. If only it were that easy for every sinlge promising member of the Music Club.

"Hey, PG. What's up?" Someone asked to the side of Gumball's peripheral. He looked over to see a guy that he had gotten closer to named Shoko. It was an odd name, but he would be a huge hypocrite if he judged the guy because of it.

"I'm being dragged to my doom."

Shoko laughed. "Are those two making you perform?"

"Making would be an understatement." Gumball grumbled.

"PG, come on,we don't have all day." Fionna whined.

Gumball groaned. "Fine." He turned again to Shoko. "I'll see you."

"Yeah, see ya."

Cake was calling the attention of all the people currently in the library, and this was then Gumball had officially regretted even agreeing to practice with his two closest friends.

"So, we as a trio decided to create some random song, and I will honestly say that I know that it seems like one of us will have the hots for the person that is mentioned in this song, but I assure you that it isn't the case." Cake was about to step away from the microphone before she added quickly, "I should probably mention that this is going to be a little short.

Gumball set his violin down, and grabbed one of the ukuleles that they offered. He couldn't play guitar, but playing a ukulele wasn't that hard to pick up.

The students of the club were silent, interested on what the trio had in store. Gumball played the opening chords and began to sing.

I feel like nothing was real until I met you.
I feel like we connect, and I really get you.
If I said, "You're a beautiful girl," would it upset you?
Because the way you look tonight, silhouetted, I'll never forget it.

Oh, Oh, Fionna.
Your fist has touched my heart.
Oh, Oh, Fionna.
I won't let anything in this world keep us apart.

And finally, Fionna jumps in to sing the last line of the song: I won't let anything in this world keep us apart.

The newly formed crowd started clapping after the song had ended, and Gumball became very self conscious when a certain Vampire King was applauding them, as well, giving one of his signature smirks.

Gumball turned to see that Cake and Fionna were currently bowing to the crowd, grinning widely doing so.

Gumball slowly stepped away from the crowd to grab his violin, before heading to get his stuff in the back of the room and just get away from this crowd.

He thought that he had succeeded in doing so, and picked up the pace once he was out of sight of the majority of the group. He had reached his bags, and was getting ready to go when a person spoke up behind him.

"Leaving your fans hanging?" Marshall asked.

Gumball gave a high-pitched yelp of surprise when he heard the teen's voice, leaving Marshall chuckling at the reaction. Gumball, in a shrill voice, said, "What the flip?"

"Calm down, man, it really shouldn't get you this wound up." Marshall said.

Gumball sighed. "Fine. Are you going to let me leave, or are we going to get into another argument where you call me a faggot and stalk off?"

"Okay, when did that happen?"

Gumball pretended to check his watch. "If i'm not mistaken… yesterday."

"Oh, yeah." Marshall laughed, then rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry about that."

"That's all you can say about your little fit yesterday? Sorry? Honestly, you can do better than that." Gumball huffed, and went to pick up his bags.

"I guess you're still a prim, proper prince, huh?" Marshall sourly said, arms now crossed as he leaned on a bookshelf.

Gumball scoffed. "Do you really think that a simple few weeks in a new environment would change that part of me? Honestly, you need to learn that everyone that you meet is not going to be perfectly who you want them to be." Gumball became the one to walk off after saying that, leaving Marshall calling after him. He really didn't want anything to do with it, so he'll let his anger boil for a while and simmer down later. Now just didn't seem the time.

"Gumball, are you coming?" He heard Fionna say as he passed by her to get to the main doors of the library.

"Coming where?"

"LSP's party, of course!"

"Excuse me… what?!"

...Blegh. My fingers hurt. Seriously, this took too freaking long. I'm going to try and update a little faster, and I know that I'm not as slow an updater as some people that I know, but I want to get you guys your Gumlee!

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