My friends threw me in a fifty degree pool at my birthday party. Shout out to the BEST FRIENDS EVER.

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DISCLAIMER: How about Flame Prince?
FP: Wow, you really hate me huh? Made me die in this story and made me a bad guy in your other story.
Ari: But I made you a good guy in Guild. :3
FP: Yeah, I guess so. Fine. Just this one time though. Aripeace doesn't own Adventure Time, Pendelton Ward and Natasha Allegri own everything, Aripeace just decided to make a fanfiction cause she is lonely.
Ari: It's true...

But anyways. Enjoy this chapter! It is what happened with Marshall last chapter. :)

"See you later alligator." I waved goodbye to her.

Fionna smiled at me, that beautiful smile that I loved so much. "In a while crocodile."

I entered my homeroom classroom, algebra. The teacher put me next to the nerd, Bubba Gumball. His big glasses made him look somewhat of a hipster, not to mention his sister Bonnibel was another science nerd.

"Hola, Bubbly." I greeted him, giving him a toothy grin as he sat down in the seat next to me.

The pink-haired senior glared at me before responding. "Shut it Marshall. I don't want to deal with you today. In fact, I don't want to deal with you for the rest of my life. But here I am, in math class, sitting next to you, a stuck-up emo dude who plays music to deal with his life problems."

The class apparently heard and 'ooo'ed at me. I flushed and retorted, "Well at least I'm not a math nerd who has pink, gay-ass hair, not to mention hits on dudes. At least my music is good and people like it, and my hair, is indeed, sexy."

"Whatever." He muttered. I gave him a half-smile before giving him a playful punch in the arm.

The bell rang and math class began. "Why aren't your notebooks out? This isn't your free time, this is-"

"SPARTA!" Ash Nickelson shouted from the back of the room. The class laughed, and next to me Bubba chuckled. I groaned, realizing this was the jerk that broke my sister's heart.

The teacher, Mr. Chromicorn, turned around. "Shut your facehole, Nickelson. Nobody wants to hear you talk."

I laughed at the rude comment Mr. Chromicorn made and air-fist-bumped him. He smiled and continued, "Alright, do the problems on the board. This is what we did yesterday, remember? The quadratic formula, okay start. Whoever finishes first can make me do a dare of their choice! No inappropriate things!" The algebra teacher ran a hand through his lighting white hair.

As I was rushing to do the problems on the board, I noticed Gumball wasn't solving the problems. Which weirded me out, because he was a mathematical nerd and all. I noticed him doing something else.

Drawing?

It was probably just a new style of his. Maybe he was becoming one of those people that just doodled randomly in class and ended up drawing extremely nice things. Like the Mona Lisa. Or something. I looked over at his notebook.

He saw me peeking over at him and covered up the drawing.

I squinted suspiciously at him, then continued back to solving the problems. A couple times I tried to see what he was doing, but he gave me a look that sent me back to doing my own work.

"Done!" Bubba yelled and raised his hand.

I used this opportunity to snatch the notebook out of his hand. "No!" he yelled and tackled me out of my chair. "Give it!" I looked at him, and his eyes were full of panic.

"What's so important about this?" I pushed him off of me and opened to the most recent page.

It was a sketch of Flame. But there was something wrong.

It seemed so realistic. The drawing's eyes were lifeless and I could have sworn his hair was moving. A pool of blood was on the floor, next to a knife. I gasped and threw the notebook back at him, going against the wall.

The class was looking at us, obviously curious as to what was going on, and Mr. Chromicorn had a questioning look on his face.

Gumball was staring at me, his eyes full of pain and his hands were shaky, not to mention holding a pencil. A number two pencil. Flame's number two pencil.

The bell rang and the rest of the class hesitantly took their backpacks and left, looking at me or Gumball before leaving the room. "I will leave you two alone," the teacher said before taking his things and closing the door.

"What in the name of hell was that?" I asked. "Why do you have Flame's pencil?"

"It wasn't me that killed him. I swear. I swear upon God. I...I don't know. It just.. happened. You've seen me in art class. You know I can't draw. Even if I could I wouldn't draw that. I don't know what got into me." he explained to me, a scared look in his eyes.

It shocked me to see that drawing.

It wasn't what it was about that frightened me. It was how realistic it was. It seemed somehow more realistic than anything I have ever experienced. Flame's eyes, the way they looked at you, it wasn't normal. I was scared.

But I knew Gumball didn't do it. There's no way. It was true what he said. Gumball is innocent.

...

"Where is it? Ugh!" Fionna threw her backpack on the ground frustrated.

I picked up her backpack and handed it to her. "Where is what?" I asked.

"Flame's number two pencil!" she shouted.

I silenced her, my eyes growing wide. How could she have the number two pencil if Gumball had it? Looks like I will have to interview him another time.

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