Disclaimer: Characters mentioned in this Fanfiction are based of the T.V. program Adventure Time: With Finn and Jake. I do not own Adventure Time or the songs I will mention throughout this narrative. This story is written out of pure admiration of the wonderful rise of self-publication, so please, sit back and enjoy.

Chapter 1:

Encounter

Marceline's POV

The daylight broke dimly through the grey clouds that hung over the city skyline. I allowed my heavy head to look up, only to feel a single drop of rain kiss my already cold cheek.

"Rain in the middle of autumn?" I shifted the weight of my red backpack back onto my shoulder and sighed. Normally I'm not one to complain about the cold or the rain, but today I had planned to start my marathon training. Noticing the light sprinkle had turned into a drizzle I hurried around the corner and shifted past the loud, and very annoying, group of freshmen that were blocking the school's entrance.

The first bell rang.

As I clumsily weaved through the congested halls of my high school, I overheard a couple of the teenagers talking about the huge rainstorm that was rolling through our region.

"The news said it was going to last 5, maybe 6 days." Said a scrawny boy with a keen smile.

Another responded excitedly "Almost a whole week of rain? That means no gym for a week!" with that they shared a high five.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes in aggravation.

What a drag, a whole week spent in an overcrowded gym with almost nothing to do for an hour. To top it off training has to be postponed.

A small groan surfaced from my core while I pushed through large double doors; my body stood still for a couple of seconds, I was stunned from seeing the hundreds of students crammed into the school gym.

My eyes scanned the fully capacitated gymnasium trying to locate my friends. Once they were spotted, I took my sweet time dodging through the massive crowd of kids. The closer I got to them the better I could hear the two talking. Finn was talking rather loudly to his big brother, Jake, about how his favorite beanie had gotten soaked in the rain.

"Lousy random storm, messin' up my stuff." The damp blonde hair stuck closely to his head as he tried ringing out as much water from his beanie.

I tossed my red bag in the empty spot right next to Jake, which caused the brawny boy to jump. "Woh… HEY! What the ball Marci?" Jake growled as he looked up to see me.

My hand waved him off, "Get a grip man, you're lucky I wasn't aiming for your head." I flashed an evil little grin at him and he tolerated my taunt.

Finn chuckled at our bickering, we both knew his brother was really jumpy, but I sincerely meant him no harm. "Hey Marci. Would you get a load of this storm? So much for our training and conditioning." Finn said as he pushed back a wet blonde lock away from his eyes and placed the soggy white cap on his head.

Don't remind me.

"Tell me about it" was all I cared to say as I took a seat between the two brothers. I didn't want to think about the wasted week that was in store for me.

"Anyways," Jake gathered his gym clothes and placed them neatly into his messenger bag, "Lady asked if I could help her out with her journalism project during first hour since the storm pretty much opens up my morning schedule." The tanned, brown hair boy stood up. He wasn't tall, but nowhere near short; he stood at 5 foot 10 and his body frame was rather bulky. "I'll catch you two at lunch. Later."

We bid our farewells without complaints, he turned away and pretty soon his body was lost in the sea of students. Jake and Lady have been dating for four years and we had already gotten use to him leaving unannounced.

I guess that means it's just me and Mr. Spazz over here.

"I'm going to be heading out too." Finn's obnoxiously loud voice sort of startled me; I turned to face him.

I guess I spoke too soon.

"I kind of promised the principal I'd help him catch the vandals who've been writing profanity on the math books." With that he rose and gave a little fist pump. "You gunna be ok Marci?"

Finn's blue eyes were as clear as the sky; it was almost hypnotizing to look into such innocence. We always talk about how I'm not much of a 'people' person so I knew he was just looking out for me.

"Whatevs little hero, just go." I waved him away trying to make it seem like I could careless for his concern.

"Alright, I'll see you at lunch." Finn gave me a slight smile.

I held up a hand and my eyes trailed off to the distance for our good-byes.

He shrugged me off with the same smile on his face. Finn grabbed his green backpack and trotted out of the gymnasium.

"Ugh, what am I supposed to do now? Those dweebs left me here to die in boredom." I sighed under my breath as I moved my red bag closer to me. I honestly didn't mind them leaving, but I guess I could just use that as an excuse to pull a prank or two on them during band class.

Suddenly my mood perked up as I remembered the band room. "Mr. Shelby is cleaning the instruments at this hour. I definitely go in and grab a guitar." I smiled sheepishly; it was something I've done plenty of time before so it would be easy to take and return undetected.

The Physical Education teachers were too busy trying to maintain a small scuffle that broke out in the large crowd of teenagers, so I took this opportunity to grab my bag and sneak out the gym.

Upon arrival of the music department I took extra precautious to make sure I remained unnoticed. When the coast was clear, I opened the back door very quietly and rushed into the storage room.

Now which one should I take?

There were small clanking sounds coming from the storage room next to me, so without having much time to think, I grabbed the acoustic guitar that hung on left wall. My years of sneaking out under my guardians watch proved to be valuable once again.

My eye looked down at my gunmetal watch only to be disappointed; only 10 minutes had passed since the start of P.E. "This day is starting off pretty lousy if you ask me." I grumbled between my teeth as I crept back into the gymnasium.

The gym roared with chatter and yelling as I opened the double doors; there was no way I was going to even hear myself think in this madness. My feet dragged behind as I searched for a musical sanctuary. A dark corner quickly caught my attention, it was under the set of bleachers and there were only a handful of student scattered around the area.

Perfect.

Once I settled in my newfound paradise I set my red backpack near a metal beam and soon followed along next to it. The zipper on the smallest pocket let out a soft sound when I went in to find my accessory. I pushed pass the pencils and pens and pulled out a small black pick. The guitar sat lightly on my lap as I pulled it closely to tune the steel strings.

A small sigh left the safety of my lips when I let my head lean back against the wall. This was the only thing that came natural to me; everything made sense when there was music. I closed my eyes and played a soft Bach melody until I forgot the sadness trailing inside my heart.

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Bonnibel's POV

The large double doors entering the gymnasium were cold against my warm hands; I strolled in rather nonchalantly considering I was 20 minutes late. If this were my Chemistry class I would have gone mad with anger, but since Gym was my weakest subject I allowed myself this one late arrival.

I walked over to my P.E. teacher and handed her a bright yellow slip. She notably ignored me as I tried to explain how the principle needed me to report last weeks Student Body meeting; it was regarding Homecoming. There was no need for an explanation, she simply took the slip and pushed it between two binders that held a collection of truancy slips and turned her attention to another P.E. teacher; I knew I didn't have to report myself but my integrity wouldn't allow me to misuse my title.

Since I was reminded of Homecoming I began to develop a slight headache; it was only a month away and already the stress was building up. Being the Student Body President had its perks, like attending dances for free and unlimited truancy dismissal slips, but it was an extremely draining and stressful position.

I pressed my temples trying to relieve some of the pressure in my head. My mind begged me to find a place where I could continue my studies and notes. Researching the staining effects of silver nitrate was the only dosage of medicine I needed right now. I decided to continue my stride to the bleachers furthest away from the large crowd of students for two reasons: 1) I can't study if there is too much noise going around me and 2) I didn't want any students or teachers pestering me with Student Body/Homecoming questions. Don't get me wrong, I love talking to people and interacting, but the unexpected rainstorm and the "emergency" meeting the principle made me attend really spoiled my morning.

"Finally, some time to relax." The statement made me giggle as I took my seat on the abandoned bleachers; not many 18 year olds found serenity in their studies. I placed my pink book bag against the railing and sat in the corner of the seats. Before I could continue with my studies, I pulled back my strawberry blonde hair then retrieved the textbooks and notes from my bag. After a few minutes of scanning my notes, the dull sound of a tune broke me from my meditation.

Oh Glob, did I leave my mp3 on this whole time?

My hand shuffled past the many books in my jam-packed bag and grabbed my mp3 player. When I pulled it up I was faced with a blank black screen.

The powers off,

My eyebrows knitted in confusion, there was no way I could hear anyone else's player through all commotion in the large gymnasium; so where was it coming from? Ultimately, I decided to close my notes, and follow the soft sound of what sounded like classical music. Again I was hit with bewilderment; I knew there was no band class until the 5th hour.

Playing detective definitely distracted me from my stress and eventually curiosity got the better me; I stepped down from the bleachers and instantly spotted a red backpack in the corner of my eye. I continued around the corner of bleachers and discovered a girl playing the guitar with her eyes closed; my mind insisted that I step into the shadow to follow the wonderful sound.

I stopped abruptly when I realized I was only a couple feet away from this mysterious girl. She had long jet-black hair, red high tops, black skinny jeans and a striped black and red sweater. As the song ended the girl opened her eyes, they were smoky, pale grey eyes staring straight into my hazel eyes. Blood rushed to my cheeks; she caught me staring at her beautiful face.

"Can I help you?" The mysterious girl asked rather sharply.

My blushed burned a little brighter this time, "I heard you playing from the bleachers and it sounded so beautiful. I…I'm sorry for startling you." I hung my head down slightly in hopes to hide my mortified expression.

The dark haired girl scoffed, "Ha, startled me? You wish." I heard her sigh, "Man, just when I thought I found a place where no one would find me I get discovered by the Student Body president."

I finally got the courage to look at her again, her smile was a little crooked and her eyes seemed gentler. She knew who I was, but I hadn't a clue who she could possibly be.

My teeth bit the corner of my lower lip, and I could see this made a subtle amount of pink rise in the girls' cheeks

"Would you mind if I stayed here and listen? I promise I won't bother you, I just love hearing music while I study." I could feel myself rambling, it was strange, but I didn't want to leave her.

Oh Glob, why am I getting so flustered around her?

She looked at me with a puzzled look, then she shrugged and finally managed to answer, "Suit yourself."

"My name's Bonnibel" I sat right beside the beautiful pale girl and pulled out my books. "What's yours?"

Her voice choked a bit, "M-Marceline."She cleared her throat and continued, "Or you can call me Marci, either one is fine." She added trying to recover from the slight stutter.

"Marceline, huh? What a lovely name." My head turned to face her big grey eyes once more; our cheeks were flushed and we sat there just staring at one another.

"Any requests Bonni?" Marceline finally spoke trying to break our little blushing contest.

I gave an involuntary giggle at the cute name she just called me, "Bonni? I like it, and no, not really. Like I said, I'll be out of your hair." My eyes fell to my notebook wanting to break away from her mesmerizing gaze. I let out a sigh, hoping she couldn't hear, and waited for the wonderful music to fill the air around us.

She plucked away at the 6 strings and played a soothing classical song. There was no way I could study, my books just sat useless on my lap as she captivated me with her melody. My eyes would occasionally wandered off to her direction and I would catch her looking back at me. I started to feel something in the core of my body, something I've never felt before.

Do I like her?

My mind spun a little trying to come to terms with this; I've never been attracted to anyone before, let alone another girl, but this emotion didn't feel wrong. The back of my head settled on the wall behind me and I closed my eyes; the same way Marci did when I found her. She continued playing a variety of songs and before we knew it the remaining half hour of gym class flew right by us.

The bell for 2nd hour woke us back into reality. We sat there in silence with our gaze unbroken.

Finally I broke the stillness, "Can I see you tomorrow?" Realizing how this sounded coming out I tried to sound less desperate, "I, uhh, really enjoyed your music, I haven't been able to study this well in a while."

A smile slowly crept on Marceline's face, "Just don't be late." She gave me a wink then waved goodbye as she stood up to walk away.

I hugged my books tightly against my chest and I let out a sigh. "I won't," I whispered to myself.

My body felt lighter, my mind was racing and my heart was beating faster. I left the darkness and stepped into the florescent lights of the gym. The memory of being in the shadows alone with Marceline will happily haunt me; I proceeded to my next class, smiling.