It was another cloudy day in the small town, Nepter. A young teen named Marceline Abadeer decided to play her bass up on the roof of their house. It was a typical afternoon for her. She had a green sweatshirt on, with the hood over her head and black mane. She was just relaxing there expecting to have a relaxing, cool, and normal afternoon. Everything was just as it was the other days she relaxed, except for the car that caught her eye.

She put her bass down and looked at the sleek black car that parked in the drive of the house that was right next to theirs. She watches the car door open with her gleaming crimson red eyes. A man with white and red hair steps out. She recognizes him as Mr. Peppermint. He stays at the house next to theirs from time to time. Then another person steps out of the car. It was a pink headed girl.

Marceline cocks her head to the side, 'Am I seeing things or does that girl have pink hair?' She thinks to herself.

The girl was beautiful. She looked nice and friendly. She was holding some sort of hardbound book so Marceline also assumed the girl was smart. The girl closed the door and went to the trunk of the car where she and Mr. Peppermint took out the contents. After doing so, Mr. Peppermint payed the driver and the car left. As the girl picked up a luggage she spotted Marceline.

Marceline froze in place as the girl looked straight at her. Before the girl could call out, which was what looked like she was going to do, she was called into her new home by Mr. Peppermint. Marceline sighed in relief. 'Who was that?' She though,

"I see that you see we have new neighbours." Someone from behind Marceline said, she turned and saw her caretaker; Simon Petrikov. A very intelligent man with dark brown hair. He also usually seen with a pair of small reading glasses from time to time. He was in his mid 30's. He was leaning on the window frame of Marceline's room. Which is also the window she uses to get onto the roof.

"Yeah, what of it?" She asks,

"We're going over to bring pie." He stated,

"Do I have to come with?" Marceline whined,

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Fine." She knew there was no point in arguing. She thought it would be necessary to greet them, after all, they were the only neighbours they have. Marceline stood up and headed back inside. She still didn't remove her hood. As she arrived downstairs Simon was just coming our of the kitchen with a Pie in his hands, Fresh from the oven. Marceline reached out and was about to poke a hole in the crust when Simon moved the pie away.

"No! This is for the neighbours!" He cried and Marceline just pouted. "Now let's go and maybe we can help them settle in."

Marceline just rolled her eyes and followed Simon out the door. As they walked to the house, Marceline saw something flicker in the house's window. Now she was sure that the girl was really pink headed because she saw it twice.

Marceline stops dead in her tracks which makes Simon look back at her, "Something wrong Marceline?"

"I change my mind Si... I-I'll just head back..."

"Are you sure? Wouldn't you want to meet the new neighbours?" Simon asked with a hint of concern in his voice.

Marceline couldn't seem to speak properly in the presence of the pink haired girl's house. She was awestruck by the thought of someone having pink hair. Although Mr. Peppermint had Red and White hair. But the white hair was something that had to do with his age. She remembered what the girl had looked like earlier. She smiled at the beauty of it. Even though pink was never in her top 10 favourite colours. It just seemed so amazing on the girl that she just stared. She opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out, so she shook her head to say no. She just didn't want to see the girl right now. She didn't know why exactly, but she just couldn't.

"Okay..." Simon said, "Why don't you just relax. Maybe new neighbours is something you need to get used to, hm?

Marceline nods and turns, heading back to their home.

"Sometimes I just don't know what it is with her." Simon mutters.

Maybe she'll really believe it if Simon says he sees it as well. Maybe she'll ask when he gets home. Marceline just walks slowly back thinking about 'her'.

Simon walks up to the front door and knocks. The door is opened by the girl with the extraordinary pink hair.

"Hello." She greets with a heart-warming smile.

"Good day to you, young one!" Simon smiles, "Welcome to the neighbourhood! I brought you some pie."

Peppermint comes out from behind Bonnibel, "Hello Simon, and my goodness! You brought pie!" He says happily, "Why don't you come inside?"

The pink girl didn't seem to notice Simon go into her new home since she was busy watching Marceline walk away and go into her own home.

"By the way Simon, this is my niece, Bonnibel." He gestures to the pink headed girl.

"My, what a beautiful young lady you are." Simon smiles and turns to Peppermint, "Mind I asking why she has pink hair? Or is it a trend these kids have these days?"

Peppermint laughs, "No. When her mother was pregnant with her, she accidentally swallowed one of their experimental bubblegums. I think it was the one that can make your mouth turn pink."

"Ah, very interesting. But it suits her just fine." Simon says. "So anyway what are you doing back here?"

They talk and put away some of the things that were packed in boxed. Bonnibel seems to have lost interest in whatever they were talking about after a while. So she leaves the two adults to talk. She goes up to her new room, which was still bare, and picks up her hard bound book. She looks out the window and notices that Marceline is crawling out of her window onto the roof again. This time Bonnibel notices the red bass on her lap. But Marceline makes no attempt to play it. Something must be plaguing her mind.

'That Marceline guy is up on the roof again.' She wonders to herself and just shrugs it off and goes back to her beloved book.

Marceline sighed. Apparently, she couldn't play her bass right now. She was too busy thinking about the pink headed girl.

"Why the hell does she have pink hair?!" She grumbled to herself. It just didn't seem possible in anyway. Unless it was dyed. But she didn't seem the type to do something like that and her hair didn't look chemically treated at all. Marceline was dumb-struck by it.

She was also wondering if she should befriend the girl. Although there would be consequences if she did that. The girl could be hated just for being with Marceline and she didn't want to ruin any chance of the girl having a normal, friend filled life here in this town. But she also didn't want the girl to think that she disliked her. Sure she has pink hair but its just appearance. She seemed really nice too.

"Ugh! Why can't the universe just stop picking on me?!" She growled and stuffed her face into her palms.

After a while, the sun had set so she headed inside since it was getting a bit too cold for her. She grabbed her bass and crawled in through her window. She shut it and sighed heavily. Simon wasn't back yet, which means dinner's not ready yet. She huffed and flopped down on her bed. It was big enough for three people, but she liked the space. Especially in the summer. Whenever one side is hot, she can just move to the other, cooler side. As she was thinking about her comfy, cozy, bed, she hadn't realized she was already drifting off to sleep.

Well, Hello everyone! :D

I know I have a lot of stories going on but the thing is, I'm putting this story on the top of my 'priority list'. Why? 'cause I'm making this a long term project. Yup! This is gonna be the very first story I'm gonna totes take seriously. I hope you all like the first chapter.

I'm still gonna try to update all my other stories, but of course this one comes first! X3 I dunno when I'll be updating again, but I assure you I'm always gonna be working on this one.

Anywuz, I hope you liked it and I hope you review! Even if it's just a smiley face. I'd gladly accept it!

~Skire