Author's Note: What time is it? Update Time! I bet you guys are glad to know that chapter 11 is finished. And guess what, LONG CHAPTER!

Abbadear Highschool

Chapter 12: New guy

1 week ago

"I can't breath in here."

"Shut up."

"Where's my lighter?"

"Shit I dropped my cigarette."

"You have cigarettes?"

"SHHH!"

There were many things tha t could be heard from other people outside of the port-o-potty had they been trying to listen. There were many things being said that shouldn't be heard within the indistinct chattering of the group.

Our heros were taking a day off at the beach. Having a blast of a spring break. Yes sir, no school for 2 weeks for these guys. They were free to party for an entire 2 weeks without having to worry about turning in their report on "Fallen Angels" from Ms. Ice's room, or the Chemistry test for Mr. King, not even the 12 page paper on the trojan horse from Mr. Petrikov. They were totally free to do what ever they wanted , and that included getting high as a kite.

"Okay gimme some room, shit. Im gonna light this thing." Marshall said.

We tried to give him as much space as possible (not much space to begin with in a port-o-potty) but they managed. Marshall held a flame to his pipe and inhaled.

"*cough cough* damn!"

Marshall passed the pipe around in a circular motion to me, and let me light while he was still hacking. Then we passed to eatchother about 4 times before we decided to save the rest for later.

We exited the small rectangular bathroom one at a time, along with a big cloud of smoke.

Same time Finn's Pov

I looked at my suroundings through bloodshot eyes. Towards the left, the snack bar, the right was the sand, and straight ahead was a seemingly endless patch of crystal blue beach water.

"Hmm, Yo Marshall, throw me something." I said.

Marshall pulled out a football and threw it out into the water. Suprisingly I ran fast enough to catch up with it and it landed perfelctly in my hands.

"Come on guys, waters nice." I yelled.

No one saw any reason to argue, and all followed me into the refreshing water. We threw the ball around for about fifteen minutes until the growl of our stomachs could be heard from across the beach. We finally decided to stop letting hunger knaw at us and went over to the snack bar.

"Is this thing even open?" Shelby asked.

"I dunno, there's no one here, but the sign is on." I said.

We heard a scream that was so high pich that it almost sounded allmost feminine. But it was definitely a guy. As we all walked around the snack bar we found two big guys harrasing the one who was screaming. In fact, I think that was the bartender, and he looked very familiar.

"When I said 'on rocks' I meant ice!" One of the bigger ones said.

"How was I supposed to know?"

"You're a fucking bartender and you don't know that!"

"Na, I knew. I just wanted to distract ya so that I could run away."

"Wha- ugh!"

The bartender punched the man straight in the teeth and knocked him into his friend. Then made a break for it. He almost outran them, but fell straight into a hole some five year olds were digging.

"Look at that, this little fucker wants to be burried." He said.

"No, wait! Shit I'm sorry, don't!"

He kicked the entire pile of sand onto him and burried his entire body. We couldn't do anything but laugh at the helpless bartender (still high) but Shelby though otherwise.

"Hey guys, come on. Knock it off." She said.

She tried to dig up some sand, but they stopped her.

"Who's this, you his girlfriend?"

"No, just let him-"

"Sorry, but this little shit here ruined my scotch."

He pushed Shelby and she fell down into the sand. Now I was pissed.

"HEY!" I yelled. "Leave her alone."

"What are ya gonna- ow!" Was all he could manage to say before I shot the football straight into his croch.

Shit, now I was involved. The others couldn't help but get involved to. Marshall jumped in.

"Come on guys, be smart, your better off just leaving all of us alone." Marshall said.

It was true to, there was a 9 to 2 ratio, and odds were they were going to lose.

"Come on, lets go." They said.

They limped away with a busted nut, and a bloddy lip. We dug him up. He came out gasping for air.

"Ah thank god, you saved my bacon there guys." He said.

"No probolem." I said, offering my hand. "What's their probolem anyway?"

"I put rocks in the guys scotch for checking out my boss."

"Why did you do that?" I asked.

"I dunno, the guys a real jerk you know that."

"Yeah, um… I'm Finn."

"Levi Flambo." He said.

"This is Marceline, Bonnie, Jake, Rainy, Marshall, Bubba, Fionna, Cake, and Shelby."

"Dang, there's allot of you. How bout a round of drinks on me for savin my ass back there?"

"Yeah, thanks. We're getting pretty hungry anyway."

He took us to the snack bar. Then he passed us afew beers and made some nachos.

"You guys are all old enough to drink right?" He asked.

"Um…"

"Because I cant sell alchohol to minors."

"Well, uh…"

"I'm just screwin with ya. You guys can have whatever you want. I'm only 16 anyway."

That got us all to laugh. It actually took a minute to calm down aftewards from laughing at such a lame joke. Then we got into a conversation about where we were all from and such. Turned out that he goes to our school. No wonder he was so familiar. Then he noticed Shelby eyeing the apple pie through the glass.

"You like pie?" He asked.

"Huh?" She shook her head and woke up from her daze.

"You want some pie?"

"Umm."

"Tell you what, you can have the last piece on the house."

"Really?"

"Yeah, you were the first one to stand up to those guys."

"Wow thanks, but, it was nothing."

"Well, that and… your not the worst looking girl that's ever walked in here."

Shelby blushed a tone of red as dark as her hair. (or her eyes)

"Whoa, let's um, lets keep the compliments down to a minimum here." I said.

"Oh, sorry. Are you two… oh. Okay I get it now."

"Yeah."

"That's cool, forget I said anything." He said.

We went quiet for a moment. You could taste the ocwardness in the air. Marshall finally decided to break the silence.

"Well, I think we're gonna head back to the hotel." Marshall said.

"Oh, okay. Where you guys staying?" Levi asked.

"We're gonna go find a motel 6 or something."

"What, you guys don't have to do that. There's a five star over there."

"I don't think we can afford it." Marshall said.

"Nonsense. I work there. I can bring members in for free."

"Wow dude seriously. Your like, way too nice to us."

"It's cool, my shift's about to end, I can drive you guys there in like five minutes."

"Thanks, yeah. That sounds awesome." Bubba said.

"No probolem."

"What hotel is it anyway?" I asked.

"Multiverse Casino. They're like, one of the top 10 in the country." He said.

"How did you get a job there?"

"I know Prismo. He's the owner. Guy's filthfy rich to."

"Why do you work at the snack bar?"

"Two jobs aint really much to tackle. I get loads of money, I'm trying to save up to go to colledge."

"That's cool. Well, we should go get changed. I guess we'll meet you by the bathrooms in a few minutes." Marshall said.

"Allright, just lemme finish closing up and I'll meet you over there."

We said our goodbyes and went to the bathrooms. I couldn't help but feel a little jealous about the guy. Why was he so nice to us. Was it just because he liked Shelby?

"Hey Marshall." I said through the stall walls.

"Yeah man."

"Do you think Shelby likes that guy?" I asked.

"Who, Levi?"

"Yeah."

"I dunno. I don't think so."

"I'm just worried, he's such a nice guy, and he seems really into Shelby. Plus, this guy is freakin rich."

"He's not that rich. Plus, he said it himself, 'forget I said anything'. He probably was just being nice to her."

"Yeah, I guess so."

We finished getting into our clothes and stepped outside.

"You guys all set?" Levi asked.

"Yeah."

"Let's hit the town!" Levi said.

He ran to the side and jumped in a topless BMW. I glanced at Marshall.

"Not that rich huh?" I said.

Marshall just laughed, and we got into the convertible. There wasn't enough room, so the girls sat on the sides of the car. Levi said it would make us look cool anyways.

"Hey Shelby." He said.

"Yeah."

"Can you reach into the glove compartment for me?"

"Uh, sure."

She opened the glove compartment to find a variety of average things. Clothes, Papers, tickets.

"See the box of cigarettes in there?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"Can you toss me those?"

She threw the box of cigarettes to him, and to our surprise it was filled with pot.

"You guys smoke right?" He asked.

"Um, yeah. How did you know?" I asked.

"Dude, seriously. When you guys first got to the snack bar your eyes were redder than the devils pecker."

We all laughed at that. Then he passed us all a joint and we all lit up.

"Hey, you guys wanna see somethin fucking hilarious?" Levi said.

We all agreed.

"Okay, check this out."

Levi stopped at the red light and looked to the taco bell across the street. There were to mexican men leaning against a beamer and taking a smoke break.

"HEY GUYS!" He yelled.

He got there attention.

"Haga el movimiento de harlem! Hahahaha." He yelled in Spanish.

They started to chase us and he stepped on the gas.

"What did you say?" Marceline asked.

"I told em to do the Harlem Shake. Mm ta mm ta. Hahaha!"

We all started laughing so hard.

"Dude," Jake said through laughs. "That's fuckin hilarious! It's so racist, but it's fucking hilarious."

Author's Note: Haha. I decided to end on a racist joke. I'm not racist by the way, it was just funny. Anyway, Flambo is in the story now at the request of you guys. That's who Levi is BTW. I decided that scince Jake says he's pretty plugged in on the show, he should be pretty plugged in on my fanfiction. Anyway, next chapter will be very soon. Spoiler Alert, it will be about what happens after this, and how it leads to the Marceline and Petrikov' side of this story from the last chapter. Leave suggestions and reviews. Bye Bye.