"Marceline?" The dark haired girl was gently shaken awake by her mother's gentile familiar hand. "Sweetheart, we're almost there"

The girl rubbed her eyes lazily and pulled the headphones from her head and placed them down around her neck. She blinked the sleep from her bleary eyes and stretched, letting out a soft yawn. Man, her bed was so uncomfortable.

"Did you hear your mother young lady? She said that we're almost to the house, so rise and shine" Marceline sat up, peeling her face away from the warm leather with a cringe. Wait, this wasn't her bed!

Oh that's right, now she remembered why she was sleeping on the bench seat of the family limo. Her dad's company had re-located him to a no-name town just outside of New York City. Her dad was the CEO of a company that dealt with the red cross and all of the blood they distributed. The teen instantly scowled and placed her headphones back atop her head, turning the volume up all the way.

The California born and raised girl already felt out of place as the vehicle rolled over an old wooden bridge, the chill of early fall seeping into her clothes despite the steady warmth of the air vents. She missed the oppressive desert heat, the baking sun sending waves across the pavement. Of course, she never went out in the sun much

As she gazed out the window, Marceline caught a glimpse of a dilapidated sign that read Welcome to Ooo; Population 2,482. How pathetic, she had more kids in her graduating class back home than this entire town held. And what kind of a name was 'Ooo'? She stifled a snort as she leaned back in her seat, watching her parents talk to her brother Quentin. She noticed how similar her brother and father's mannerisms were. They both sat ram-rod straight in their seats, hands placed palm down on their knees. Here eyes wandered back over to her dad-

She guesses Hunson Abadeer was a handsome. He was a typical man's man; very driven and knowledgeable, played college football, and had dark wavy hair and silver eyes. He was tall and muscular, and typically good looking male features. She watched him smile at her mother, at the way his square jaw flexed when he spoke.

Now she knew for a fact that her mother Allegra was beautiful. She had long brown hair that fell to her shoulder blades and hazel eyes. She was curvy in all the right places, and had legs that could go on for miles. She could wear just about anything and make it look stunning. People told Marceline that she looked a lot like her mother, but she didn't see it.

She had her father's dark hair that fell to her waste in a thick sheet, and his silver eyes; and apparently his male figure too. If her hair was hidden beneath a hat and she wore a baggy enough sweatshirt, she could pass for Quentin. Well, almost. The siblings looked alike except for Quentin's eyes which were hazel like their moms, but they were true polar opposites. Quentin was bubbly and talkative, and extremely smart. He played football, lacrosse, baseball, and basketball. On the other end, Marceline drew, sang, and played the guitar and was quite anti social.

She had a blunt devil-may-care attitude that sometimes bordered on rude. She didn't have too many friends, singularly because of her inability to think before she spoke. A girl had once asked her how she looked in a black and white skirt one day after gym, and Marceline had told her that she looked like a beached whale. She had sent the poor girl home in tears. Marceline smiled wickedly to herself at the memory.

"Hey booger breath, anyone home?" Quentin flicked Marceline's temple and shot her a cheshire cat grin.

"Christ Quentin, what was that for?!" She yanked her headphones from their place on her head and silenced her IPod, sliding it in her pocket with a questioning glare. Her brother muttered something along the lines of I prefer to be called just plain Quentin.

"Language young lady!" Allegra chided with a disapproving frown. Her dad had his nose buried in the newspaper, and just gave her a glance over the top of the paper, "We were wondering why you've been so quiet" Marceline just gave her a blank stare. It wasn't like she talked too often anyway. Did they expect her to be jumping for joy? "I know you're not too happy about moving away from California. ."

Tch, understatement of the century

". .But I'm sure you'll love it here. It's such a nice little town, and it even has a skate park and a library"

Marceline involuntarily looked to the floor beneath her feet at her long board. It was a birthday present from her grandfather, and one of her favorite things to do. The biggest reason being that Quentin couldn't balance on a skateboard to save his life

"Alright, I'll bite. What's so fantastic about Ooo that we're leaving California? I had a life back there mom! I'm eighteen, I could have just stayed by myself or with Ash or something"

"Never liked that boy. I knew he was rotten from the start" Marceline's dad piped up from behind the paper

"Well that and his dumb band that never stopped making terrible noise. What was it called again Marcy? Marceline and the vomit queens?" Marceline punched Quentin hard in the arm. He let out a huff and chuckled

"It was Marceline and the Scream Queens" she grumbled. If she had the power to sink in to the leather, she so would have done so by now. She crossed her arms over her chest and grumbled

Allegra smoothed her long hair over her shoulder "The point is, this is a new start. Make some friends dear. Go find yourself. It's your last year of school, so enjoy it while you can. You're already registered at Ooo public high school, so you can start classes on Monday like everyone else" her mom gave her that sweet smile that could melt ice if given the power. Marceline just rolled her eyes and stared out the window again, drawing her knees to her chest.

This was going to be a very long year. Marceline couldn't wait to go home to California the second graduation was over

The brown leather chair hidden back in the recesses of the Ooo public library had definitely seen better days. It was dilapidated to the point of falling apart, only held together by a few matted strings of duct-tape. That didn't matter to Bonnibel though, the neglected chair was her own little corner of the world where she could dream. The girl was splayed across the chair, the cracked leather molding to her form perfectly as she scribbled away at her old tattered notebook filled with various mathematical and scientific formulas, and quite possibly the answer to solving world hunger. Bonnibel wasn't sure, she didn't dare delve too deep into her notebook. Not until It was finished.

Bonnibel was they type of girl that was so perfectly ordinary, she was almost invisible to everyone. Her only defining factors were her extreme intelligence, and her bubblegum pink hair. She had been coloring her hair bright pink since she was fifteen. Her cousin had decided to put some kool-aid mix in her shampoo, staining her platinum blond hair pink. Instead of freaking out like her cousin had anticipated, she quite liked it. So she just decided to do nothing about it, and keep her faux pink hair.

Just as she was about to crack the encrypted code of this particularly challenging question, her phone buzzed shrilly in her back pocket, making her give a small yip of surprise before reaching and pulling it hastily out of her jeans-

"H-hello?" she whispered, careful not to disturb the library's other patrons

"Bonni, it's me" the other voice chimed from the small speaker of the phone

"Oh hey dad. . .Yes I'll be home for dinner. . .yeah. . .yeah. . .No I will not pick up your hemorrhoid cream!" Bonnibel's eyes widened as she realized that she had just said that out loud. She shivered as he father began to chuckle,

"Just messing with you kiddo. Hurry home, dinner's on the stove"

"'Kay dad. Love you, see ya soon" she pressed the end button and shuffled the scattered papers around her into her backpack. Looks like quantum mechanics was just going to have to wait for another day.

She slung her pack over her shoulder and shuffled to the door, her old converse making soft swooshing sounds against the carpet as she went. She waved a silent goodbye to the Librarian, Mr. Lemongrab and walked out into the hazy afternoon. She blinked a few times, trying to remember where she had parked.

Her little VW Bug sat at the far end of the parking lot in all it's faded green glory. It wasn't much, but she bought it all by herself, and she was just grateful to have a set of wheels other than the station wagon. She opened the rusty door, causing it to give a shrill screech of protest before she slid into the bench seat and put the keys in the ignition. She turned the engine over and shot out of the parking lot like something possessed.

In no time at all, Bonnibel was pulling into her cracked blacktop driveway and sliding easily into the three car garage in between her dads black truck, and her step mom's beat up station wagon. She scrunched up her nose when she looked at it. Why Cecelia and her dad refused to trade it in, she would never know. She grabbed her bag from the passenger seat and headed into the house,

"Dad, I'm home!" she called, slipping off her shoes and tossing her backpack by the steps. She was immediately greeted by the smell of homemade lasagna baking away in the oven. Bonnibel inhaled deeply and smiled, "Smells great" She stepped into the kitchen and leaned against the doorway, crossing her arms over her chest deep in thought.

"How was your day Bonni?" her dad gave her a huge bear hug, "You left even before I got up. I'm afraid you're growing attached to that place" he smiled and stepped back toward the oven. Before Bonnibel could even answer, she herd what sounded like a herd of elephants above her head. Her father sighed and hung his head,

"It's not that I don't love home; really! It's just-" before she could finish, she was jostled into the kitchen by two rambunctious brunettes who ran circles around the table screaming insults at one another, "I can't get much done here!" she screamed over the din-

"Give it back Riddley!" The boy pouted and stamped his foot when he said the girls name for emphasis.

"Not until you tell me who she iiis!" the girl said in her high sing-song voice. The boy opened his mouth to protest, but thought better and just scowled, looking at his big sister for help, "Bonni, can you tell Riddley to give me my phone back!?"

Bonni rolled her eyes and walked over to her sister who whistled nonchalantly like she was hiding something important and trying to cover it up,

". . .Rid, just give Ryker his phone back already. You know bad he gets when he's upset" her brow shot up in question as she stared the girl down in contemplation

Riddley tucked a brown curl behind her ear and flashed a dimpled smile. She was only fifteen, but even now had boys stopping in their tracks to stare at her. Ryker groaned and continued on his pouting. All three of the McCall children had baby blue eyes that were quite alarming to look into. You were never sure just what they were thinking because of the intensity of their eyes,

"Ry's got a giiiirl friend" she taunted and held up the cell phone at eye level, shaking it around a bit for emphasis. But before she could hide it again, Bonnibel snatched it out of her hand with a triumphant grin. Riddley knew better than to try and snatch it back now, so she just gave a defeated sigh.

"Oh does he now?" Bonnibel turned to her little brother who proceeded to blush angrily, "Ry, why haven't you told any of us?" Bonnibel smiled and put her arm around the shorter boys shoulders

"W-wait, girlfriend?" her dad questioned as he turned to face the three teens, a panicked look on his face, "Ryker, I think you and I need to have a talk" he said, a bit unsure. Bonnibel held up her hand as if to stop him and shook her head. Her dad was a jack of all trades, but giving 'the talk' was definitely not one of his specialties. Bonibell remembered her talk with the blond man ruth before her first date.

What a nightmare

"Don't worry dad, I've got this" she turned her attention back to her sister, "Rid, go paint your nails or something"

"Aww, but I wanted to hear this" she whined, crossing her arms over her chest and cocking one hip to the side. Bonnibel just rolled her eyes and mimicked her sister's dramatic pose, "I'm sure you'll hear all about it outside the door" Riddley gave a knowing grin and scampered off up the stairs first. Bonnibel and Ryker followed, heading into Boni's room and shutting the door behind them.

The room wasn't much, but it suited all of her purposes. Bonni had the walls plastered with sheets of papers littered with all of her notes. It was hard to believe that the wall beneath it was a bright orange sense it hadn't been seen in years. Bonni had a huge counter fastened to the wall that served as her lab station, and it was always a perpetual mess littered with beakers and microscopes, and; get this- more notes! But hey, despite the mess in here, her private bathroom was well kept, as was her cramped walk in closet.

"Ok Ry, tell me who she is" She took a seat on the well worn bedspread, crossing one knee over the other. Ryker shuffled uneasily by the window, trying his best to avoid his sister's gaze. After a moment of silence he relented and sat by the pinkette,

". . .Well, her name's Anna. A-and she's in my class. I wanted to ask her if she wanted to go out for ice cream with me, but Rid saw me texting her and snatched the phone away before I could reply" Ryker had always been shy, and wasn't usually one to go out of his way to talk to people, so he must really have liked this Anna. But once he opened up to you, he was always happy and cracking jokes when he saw the chance. Bonnibel placed a reassuring hand on the boy's shoulder,

"I think you should go for it" Ryker looked at her, the blush in his cheeks fading slightly, "And why not? You're a charming young man. Plus, it might be lots of fun" Ryker ran his hands through his mop of wavy hair and gave an arid sigh,

"But I won't even know what to say to her Boni" he whined, "What if I make an idiot out of myself" he looked at her with a pleading look, "I wouldn't ever be able to face her again!"

Boni rolled her eyes dramatically. Oh teenage angst! What a cosmically inexplicable thing. Bonnibel had never had a significant other in her entire life, so she didn't see why everyone was so worked up about dating and what other people would think,

"Ok, how about you practice on me?" The pair herd a snort then a short muffled laugh outside the door. Bonnibel walked over to the door and kicked it hard. Once she herd mutters of 'ow ow ow!' she returned to the bed, "No problem. Just say to me what you would say to Anna. It could be a fun experiment" Ryker narrowed his eyes and looked at his shoes, the blush deepening again.

"Uh, ok. . .H-hi Anna. I know you probably don't know me, my name's Ryker McCall, and uh- we had homeroom together l-last year. . .But I t-think you're pretty and I want to t-talk to you some more. W-will you go out for ice cream with me?" He gazed up at Bonnibel, trepidation lacing his features. "How was that?"

Bonnibel just gave him a wide smile, "I think that'll do just fine. But no stuttering" she teased. Ryker frowned, but relented and gave a bashful smile, "Come on, dinner's getting cold. You too Riddley!" she herd the quick stepping of feet outside the door then down the stairs, "You go on ahead, I'll be there in a minute"

Ryker nodded and walked out of the room, leaving the door ajar behind him. Bonnibel flopped down on her bed and sighed. Even Ryker had the courage to go and ask a girl to go out with him. Bonnibel only had a few close friends who she hadn't even bothered to talk to over the summer. She had been too busy with her summer internship for this huge medical lab. That basically meant filing paperwork and fetching coffee, but she didn't mind. Everyone had to start somewhere, right?

The pinkette laid there for a moment in silent contemplation. Tomorrow would be her last first day of high school ever. She gave a rueful smile, the prospect of finally getting out of the reach of bullies and petty drama and into her life, the life she chose. She sighed and made her way down stairs, already hearing the sounds of her family squabbling. This was going to be a long weekend.

A/N: Ok kiddos, that's the first chapter! But before I go on, I need to give you all a warning. This won't be a cheesy, mushy story. It's going to get real at times, and a bit uncomfortable. Because I don't always write typical stories, I write what I know. Will there be a happy ending? Maybe, maybe not. Who knows, Marceline could end up dead in a ditch somewhere by the end of the story. You'll just have to wait and see! (;

With this chapter in particular though, I just wanted to give you all a slight overview of Marcy and Boni's lives to give you a better idea about each of them. Don't worry, we're going to find out more about the pair and their families in the future. No promises on when the next chapter will be out seeing as I have to get prepared for final exams and graduation, but I promise I'll get it done!

Feel free to PM, leave a review, and whatnot.

-C