Guys... hey. So I've been ultra super busy. We just had a Harry Potter week at the camp I work for and I met a super cute guy who plays Quidditch for his college. And oh my gods, I played Quidditch with the coaches and I was head of Hufflepuff house (I love that house) and I have a plan: I'm playing Quidditch when I get into college.

I'm taking your written songs! So send me a PM or a review with your own entry. And I'm also doing a new thing. You (that's right, you) can add a line in the story. It can be a clever comeback or whatever. For lines, a little (!) will appear when the line comes up. For example:

A line was incorporated by so-and-so for Marshall Lee to say. so thank you for the entry! A (!) will appear so look out for that!

(!)"You think you're so brilliant, don't you?" Fionna said, glaring at Marshall.

"You give me far too much credit, Fi. I think I'm fantastic," Marshall said with a laugh. (!)

So you can be a little piece of the story. You'll also be in the credits at the very end of the story.

The song in this chapter was originally going to be in Henchman in place of the Fisherman Song Marcy sang at the Duke of Nuts' party. So all credit goes to whoever originally wrote it. It didn't say on the wiki. And the Fisherman Song is also in there so credit goes to whoever wrote it. Again, there wasn't any info on the wiki,

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing except the story line.

"Pass the goddam ball, Abadeer!" shouted Fionna.

"No way!" Marshall grinned.

The gang was playing basketball in the gym. It was Marshall, Fionna, Cake, and Gumball versus BMO, Mocro, Blaise, and LSP. So far, Marshall was proving to be a ball-hog and Fionna was becoming frustrated. Everyone else had given up watching the two of them argue about the rules and how he was refusing to pass the ball. Cake was leaning against the bleachers, texting someone. BMO was talking with Gumball and LSP. Mocro was sitting beside Cake, looking bored. Blaise was on Cake's other side, flipping through his phone.

The other two wouldn't stop bickering. It was finally getting to Cake so she stood up, kicked the ball out of Marshall's hands and pushed the two away from one another.

"Alright! That's enough!" Cake said. "We're done playing. We take the game."

"Fine," the others muttered, not really paying attention.

The others started moving from their spots and they made their way towards the front of the gym. Fionna pushed Marshall over and ran after Cake. Marshall laughed and got to his feet, walking after them.

"We can never get the two of you together," Gumball said with a sigh. "Or you'll tear one another apart or bicker about nonsense."

"Don't get mad at me!" Fionna barked. She jabbed a finger into Marshall's chest. "He's the asshole ball-hog!"

"Your defense sucks!" Marshall teased her.

And once again, they fell back into arguing. Blaise glanced over at Cake and asked whether or not they were always like this. Cake smirked.

"Ever since they met, on Monday, they're acting like they're old friends/enemies," Cake said. BMO giggled and Mocro added a "yeah."

"It's getting lumping annoying," LSP mumbled.

They all got outside and began to go their separate ways. LSP had to go to a club meeting, Blaise was off to do some extra credit for a class, BMO also had to return to her sorority, and Mocro had to head home to go finish his homework. So it was just Marshall, Fionna, Cake, and Gumball going down the block to the boys' dorm to hang out and eat lunch. All the way there, Cake and Gumball had to endure the bickering of the other two. When they arrived at the dorm, Gumball unlocked the door and entered, the other three following him.

It was a similar set up like Fionna and Cake's home. One living room, one kitchen (except there was a little window/booth that peered into the living room), and upstairs was a bathroom and two bedrooms. Thankfully, Fionna had reluctantly given up on her stupid argument with Marshall to sit down on the couch and take a breather. Marshall made to sit beside her but Cake beat him to it, giving him a death glare.

"Let's not get into another argument, Paste Face," she said.

"Am I Paste Face?" Marshall said, his eyebrows raising.

Fionna started to laugh. "I like his paste face!"

Gumball came out of the kitchen with a brilliantly put together cheese plate. The other three stared at him in surprise at this, for lack of a better word, fancy lunch. He smiled boldly and gestured to the plate.

"Dig in!" he sang.

"Gumbutt, did you seriously make a cheese plate?" Marshall asked, leaning into his recliner. "For lunch after playing basketball?"

"Playing is such an overstatement," Fionna mumbled, taking a cracker and spreading cheese on it. "I like the lunch, Gumball. Thank you."

"It was my pleasure!" Gumball said, smiling brightly at her, making her blush a little. Marshall rolled his eyes and took a large, loud bite out of a red apple.

A silence fell over the four of them as they ate their lunch. Fionna's eyes were wandering around the room and she took in how surprisingly clean it was. She was expecting it to be messy since Marshall lived there but having Gumball as a roommate must be the reason it was tidy. She had an itch to go upstairs and see their rooms. There had to be something interesting.

"May I use the restroom, Benson?" Fionna asked, looking up at the pink-haired boy. Gumball was a little shocked to hear his first named used but he nodded anyway. Fionna rushed up the stairs and took a small right to peer into Gumball's room. It was open a crack so she could see into it. She felt a little bad for snooping but she couldn't help herself.

It was just as she expected. Neat and tidy. The bed nicely made with warm looking sheets. The desk was stacked with books and chemistry equipment. Nothing out of the ordinary for someone like Gumball. But she really wanted to see Marshall's room. She turned to the left and tried to open his door but it was locked. There was a keyhole and she tried looking through it but that old age myth about looking through a keyhole proved to be false. She entered the bathroom and found that it was actually messy in some areas. Half the sink was pretty gunked up but the other side was orderly.

"These two could have their own television show," Fionna said with a snicker. She turned towards the door that would lead her into Marshall's room and opened it. It was unlocked! Success! She poked her head through and her mouth fell open.

His room was incredible. Posters upon posters covered the walls, guitars were sitting in stands on the floor, his bed was a dark purple with black sheets and was tossed around haphazardly. A laptop was resting on his desk and sheet music was spilling onto the floor.

Someone cleared their throat behind her and her heart leapt into her throat. She whipped around and saw Marshall Lee standing in the doorway, examining the frame.

"Y'know, most people shut the door when they take a piss," Marshall said. "But I guess your a special kind of weird." He smirked. "Admiring the bedroom?" She blinked, completely embarrassed and ashamed for snooping around.

"Sorry," she said quietly as she made her way to leave. She pushed passed Marshall but he grabbed her arm.

"Hey, Gumball and Cake went out to go grocery shopping," Marshall said. "I was told to take care of ya. C'mon, let's go in my room."

She gave him a skeptical look and he rolled his eyes. "Trust me, alright? I wanna show you somethin' cool."

He unlocked his bedroom door and they entered. Marshall grabbed a guitar that was shaped like an axe and pointed at his bed for Fionna to sit. As he tuned his guitar, he spoke to her.

"I'm in a band," he said.

"Are you?" she said.

He nodded. "Yup. Called Marshall Lee and the Scream Kings. With my buddies Georgia, Wendell, and Boo. You should see us play sometime."

"Maybe I will. And, Marshall, I'm sorry about sneaking around."

"Don't sweat it. I would do the same thing." He finished tuning his guitar and smiled. "Now shut your face so I can rock your soul with my music."

"Go for it." She leaned against his headboard as he cleared his throat.

"This is a song about a jelly doughnut!" he said loudly, making her giggle. He took a deep breath and played on his guitar.

I know I should take a shower 'cause I'm smelly

But instead I'm gonna go out and buy a doughnut with jelly

Baby, said I'm gonna go out and buy a doughnut

A doughnut with jelly!

The short song ended and Fionna started to laugh and clap. He bowed arrogantly but he was smiling almost humbly.

"Wanna hear another one?" he asked. She nodded and sat up a little higher. For some odd reason, Fionna was attracted to his voice. His smooth, silky singing was hypnotic and she just wanted to hear more.

Marshall tuned his guitar again and then winked at her. "This is a song I wrote about a fisherman!" he shouted.

You look so cute sittin' on your boat

I wanna suck out your eyeballs

And rip out your throat

I wanna suck out your eyeballs

And rip out your throat

Fionna stared at him with an odd expression.

"What the hell? That was dark," she said but a smile was on her lips. He shrugged.

"I was in a dark place when I wrote that song," he said.

"I hope your other songs are way better," she said. "Not that it wasn't good... it was just a little surprising."

"Don't you worry!" he said, holding up his guitar. "I got way more. Way better. You'll see Bun Brain."

"Bun Brain?" she repeated.

"Like it?" he grinned. "I see you like bunnies. You deserve a fitting nickname. Cute, right?"

"Sure, Paste Face," Fionna giggled.

He played her a few more small songs until Cake came back to take Fionna home. Reluctantly, Fionna left his room and waved him goodbye. He gave her a small salute and another wink. On the walk home, Fionna found herself playing back his songs in her head and wanted nothing but to hear more of his music.

The next morning, Fionna entered Simone's class by herself and sat beside Gumball, Cake, and Mocro. BMO and Blaise had started to take a liking to hanging out with them and sat in the row below them with LSP. While Simone wrote something on the blackboard, the six of them were talking. Marshall had yet to come to class and it looked as if he was going to be late. Right as Simone turned to address them and get their attention, Marshall burst through the doors and sunk into a seat next to Gumball. Right after him was Ashley. Both of them were seething and glaring at one another. The white haired girl shot an evil look in Fionna's direction and marched up the steps to the top row.

Simone's eyes widened a little and she looked over at Marshall with a concerned expression. He wasn't meeting anyone's eyes and his head was staring down at the desk in front of him. Simone didn't press any further and called everyone's attention back to the front.

After class, the gang made their rounds around the campus, dropping off some everyone at their buildings until it was the usual four, plus Mocro, left. Fionna grabbed Marshall's shoulder and made him face her.

"What the hell happened?" she demanded.

"What are you talking about?" Marshall said, shaking her hand off of his shoulder.

"You and Ashley," Cake said.

"Nothing," Marshall said coldly.

"Nothing?" Gumball repeated, sounding skeptical. "I don't believe that."

"Yeah," Mocro mumbled.

"It's nothing!" he snapped, storming off. Gumball sighed.

"Sometimes it's impossible to understand him," he said.

"You think they broke up?" Fionna asked.

Cake shook her head. "No... they musta got into an argument about something."

All eyes turned on Fionna but she didn't notice. They walked into their music classes (Gumball to his cooking class) and the subject was dropped. Fionna spent her class doing warmups with Samson and LSP but they ended up goofing off in the back during the last ten minutes. After they were excused, Fionna rushed off and found herself in Marshall's shoes. Like the first day, he was chasing after her and now, she was going after him. She slowed down and stopped in front of Cake's room, that had yet to be let out.

She leaned on the wall and flipping through her folder, waiting for Cake to come out of her class. A few students passed her by before someone stopped in front of her. Marshall Lee poked her forehead and she looked up at him.

"Hola," he said.

"Hey," she said. "Feeling better?" Fionna couldn't let it go. Whatever he and Ashley had been fighting about, it was obviously bugging him. He was about to protest but she placed a finger on his lips. "Seriously, Marshall."

He sighed and she dropped her finger. "We were just arguing about... duh... about..."

"What?" she urged.

"She was just getting jealous," he said. "It's no big deal, really. I promise that it's nothing I can't handle."

She bit her lip but said no more. Cake's class was still not out of class so Marshall kindly offered to take Fionna out to lunch. She shot Cake a text telling her where she was going to be and followed Marshall out of the building. They walked down to a local diner and sat in a booth. He looked at the door and smiled.

"Ash never comes in here," he said, sounding relieved. "It's a good thing since she's probably on the hunt for my head."

"Why doesn't she come in?" Fionna asked.

"'Cause she hates diners. She prefers bistros or cafes," he explained. "That's why it sucks that I can't hang with you guys at the cafe anymore. She'll come after me."

"It's a shame that she runs your life," she said.

He stared at her. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Marsh, don't you see how she's controlling you?"

He blinked.

"She's being a huge bitch! Bugging you, making you angry. You're acting like someone you're not. I've only known you for a week but I can tell that when you're with her, you're not you. But when you're with me or others one-on-one or simple without her, you're a really sweet guy."

Again, he blinked. He felt heat crawl up his neck and he ran a hand through his hair out of embarrassment. He didn't even know what to say. Marshall was suddenly so flustered and he leaned into the seat, tapping his fingers on the table awkwardly. Fionna enjoyed this sudden change in his attitude and smiled to herself, sipping peacefully on her milkshake.

After lunch, they left the diner and headed back on campus. They had a little time left so they met up with Cake and Gumball by building two for a small conversation. Unfortunately, Ashley ran over, grabbed Marshall, and dragged him away from the group. Fionna stared after them but turned back to her friends after Ashley forced herself onto Marshall and started making out with him.

With a roll of her eyes, Fionna bid her friends goodbye and marched off to the locker rooms to get ready for her gymnastics class. As she walked into the gym with her uniform on, she ran into Samson and Andrew. Becky hadn't arrived yet so Fionna took her time talking to them.

"Sorry I missed the Fight Club meeting," she said. "Friday was a little hectic after school."

Samson grinned. "No worries, Fionna. Maybe next time, yeah?"

Fionna nodded. "Of course. I would love to join up."

"Good. But it was a small meeting," Andrew said. "So it wasn't anything you needed to see. Nothing missed."

"That's good. I was hoping I wasn't too late," Fionna said.

"Of course not!" Samson assured her. "We always have room for new members."

"Well leave a space for me!" Fionna said, waving them goodbye and running off to her group as Becky walked in.

After class, the two boys walked Fionna out of the gym and kindly offered to walk her home. But she politely declined for she had a previous engagement. She had promised Marshall during lunch that she would come and watch his band rehearse in Georgia and Boo's sorority. She was supposed to meet Marshall in front of his dorm. She was actually really excited to hear his band. Fionna even hoped that Marshall would ask her to sing with her. But that was unlikely to happen since he liked to be the center of attention.

She waited in front of his building, watching fellow students wander by to head home or head to late classes. The fall air was crisp and clean and Fionna inhaled with a small smile. She closed her eyes and let the cold breeze blow by her. But her peaceful moment was ruined when the rev of an engine caught her attention.

Fionna opened her eyes and saw Marshall sitting on his motorcycle, smiling at her.

"Ready to go?" he asked.

She grinned too and nodded. He handed her his helmet and she got on. Marshall revved the engine again and drove off down the rode. Fionna let out an excited squeal and wrapped her arms around his waist so she wouldn't fly off. She watched as the buildings whizzed by. The first time she had taken a ride on his bike, it was short lived and wasn't really exciting. But this time, she felt like she was flying.

It was such an adrenaline rush. And it made her upset when it ended and they parked in front of the sorority building. Marshall hopped off, dragging her off too. He strode up the path way and made a right to a small garage where the three band members were setting up.

"Wassup?" Marshall howled, waving at them.

"Hey, Marsh," said Georgia.

"Took you long enough," muttered Boo.

"Aw, give 'im a break," grinned Wendell. "We're usually the ones who are late."

Georgia eyed Fionna. "Who's this?"

Marshall Lee grabbed Fionna by the shoulders and cozied her up to his side. "This, my friends, is Fionna Mertens. She's a freshman."

"Ooh!" the other three snickered.

"Enjoying school so far, freshie?" Wendell teased.

"Uh, I guess," Fionna replied, trying to get out of Marshall's grasp.

"What's your major?" Boo said.

"Athletics. But specifically Gymnastics," Fionna said, wriggling away from the raven-haired boy and leaning against an amp.

"Fun!" Georgia chimed. "We're music majors. All of us are juniors."

"Enough small talk," Marshall snapped, grabbing a guitar from the wall. "Let's bring the house down!"

"Hell yeah!" Wendell shouted, sliding towards the drum kit. Georgia grabbed a bass and Boo got another guitar. Marshall sent a wink in Fionna's direction.

"Ready to be rocked, Mertens?" he said, a smirk crawling up his lips.

She nodded, eager to hear more of his music. Marshall plugged in his guitar and counted his band in...

I'm trying to tie in a few similar plots from episodes to the story. So if you see something familiar, you'll know where. So, for example, the next chapter will be like Heat Signature. Similar to it. Meh, when it comes up, you'll understand.

This one kind of sucked (sorry) but I was trying to move it along. I promise the next chapter will be MUCH better.

Please send in songs! I would love to hear and see your entries! You'll get credit!

See you next time!