This fic in one word: InspiredByFyre! Technically, the week starts tomorrow, but I wanted to post this prologue before the week began. I'm an overachiever. Anyways, all characters are Mike and Bryan's. Fyre and Panakin are mine. All ideas belong to the lovely Ms. Forever Fyre, who is an epic writer and an amazing person :)

Prologue

One-shot! One: Fyre's Guide to Milk.

Fyre stepped into her kitchen to get some milk. It was a hot, September day – the 10th, Fyre had just found out – and the craving of an ice cold glass of milk made her get up from reading the newest '39 Clues' book. Nearly tripping over a cat, the thirteen-year-old swung open the door and squatted down to look at the bottom shelf. The container was heavy, (Her twin sister often joked it weighed more than she did) but Fyre managed to pour up a glass and only spilled a little. When she turned back around to put the milk up, she jumped back a couple of feet in sudden shock.

"Yo. 'Sup?" Her twin said sarcastically, mocking Fyre's 'Gangsta!' dictionary. Fyre rolled her eyes at her older sister.

"My glass of milk is my business; I don't care if we have the same DNA!" The younger retorted, her comeback sounding much cooler in her head than it did out loud. She sighed and set the glass on the marble counter behind her, before pulling her hair up in a messy ponytail. "What are you doing here?" Fyre grumbled, messing with her ponytail until it went lopsided.

Panakin coughed. "Uh, I live here."

Fyre's whole body paused for a moment, before she nodded softly. "Ohhh yeah." The dark-haired girl shrugged, turning around to grip the glass of white liquid behind her. She sipped it loudly, causing her sister's irritation to increase by seven percent.

Panakin decided to ignore her, grabbing her iPod and turning on some 'Taylor Swift' something or another. Fyre's irritation grew thirty percent. "Hey! You can't just ignore me like that!"

Fyre's pale older twin put the song on pause. "Sorry, you've just lost my interest. I mean, all you're doing is sipping milk. White milk. It's not even chocolate!" Panakin pointed to the glass for emphasis. "I mean, you used to be somewhat entertaining! And now..." Panakin paused, before her face melted into a scowl. "You have just lost it, my friend."

"Panakin, what the goobers are you talking about?"

The Twilight lover went back to shuffling through her apps. "I think I read it in a book." She responded, before becoming hypnotized by little red birds trying to beat up even littler green pigs. "Gimme some food." The shorter of the two suddenly demanded.

Fyre grabbed an apple from a fruit basket that was placed in the center of the island in the middle of the room. She promptly tossed it at her sister, who caught it effortlessly. Fyre couldn't help but glare at her sister's mad ninja skills.

"Queen Freako?" Fyre said, tilting her head slightly. Her sister glared at the nickname. "What, exactly, are we doing with our lives?"

Panakin pondered the question for a moment. "Drinking white milk and listening to Taylor Swift." She replied, unknowing if that was the correct answer or not.

"WRONG! You're always WRONG!" Fyre suddenly yelled, slamming down her glass dramatically. She stepped over and put an arm around her sister's shoulder, which immediately began to squirm in an attempt to get away from Fyre. Fyre put her other arm up towards the ceiling. "We are changing the world, one glass at a time." Fyre motioned towards the empty glass she had left on the countertop.

Panakin looked at her little sister in awe. "Uh-huh. Well, while you're changing the world...'One glass at a time'...I will be over here, doing something that people will one day remember me for." The girl walked over to the dining room table. "Yes, my baby sister, I plan on sitting my butt down right there and listening to some more country music."

Fyre watched as her big sister sat down and popped back in her earbuds, turning the volume up and tuning her out. Fyre pouted, before deciding she needed more milk before she was happy.

Panakin sighed overdramatically, turning her chair around to face her little sister. "Remember the crazy thing we did this July?" Panakin asked. Fyre opened her mouth to speak, before Panakin realized that was a bad thing. "We went and hijacked the Avatar: Last Airbender warehouse! We drove Mike and Bryan to insanity, and we didn't stop there! We actually fought the big man and won! And while we did it all, we had some epic laughs and some awesome memories. And all those ideas your little pea-sized brain came up with? Why did we stop?"

"First off, your brain is in my head. Secondly, the reason we stopped is because Mike and Bryan kicked us out! You know, after the whole 'Fighting the big man' thing. And, we only had a few weeks of summer left. I wanted to do something memorable."

"Ozai singing Justin Bieber wasn't memorable enough for you?"

Fyre smiled, remembering the five dollars one of her friends had given her for that recording. "My fingers were getting tired. I just couldn't type anymore ideas."

"Oh, really?" Panakin asked, raising an eyebrow. "So if I were to, say, make a bet with you, you wouldn't take it because of your fingers being tired?" she asked.

Fyre raised an eyebrow back at her. "What kind of bet?"

"You write for seven of your own prompts in one week, and I post that Zutara thing I wrote in the privacy of my own corner." Panakin said, smiling. Her sister's eyebrows both went up, remembering the ever so sappy Zutara bit Panakin had written.

Fyre looked to the side slightly. "So, you're saying that, I get to write for me, and then you post that? That sounds like a win-win!"

"Then bet on, sister dear." Panakin said, holding out a hand for Fyre to shake. Instead, the empty glass was placed in Panakin's hand.

"Take care of this for me, would you?" Fyre asked, before skipping out of the kitchen to go write.

We'll be checking in with Ms. Fyre and Ms. Panakin again soon…and if I get twenty reviews then I will post an epilogue with my twin going insane. Mwahaha.

Prepare for war.