A/N: This is yet another response to my friend Lady Clark of Books challenge, which is: This is completely AU! the outlaws are normal hormonal teenagers and so are gisbourne and the Sheriff! They go to a normal secondary school and get into loads of fights and arguements. Can include Eve, Alice and any other character you wish. MUST be Robin/Marian and Will/Djaq, but not straight away.

Disclaimer: All the character's (with the exception of the OC) belong to the BBC.

Parings: Robin/Marian, Will/Djaq, Allan/OC, and maybe Much/Eve.

Enjoy, and please let me know what you think!

Robin Locksley ran a hand through his hair as he ripped open yet another brown box, looking for his shoes. It was only his second week back in Nottinghamshire and he had yet to unpack most of his belongings. He was thrilled to be back and away from the noise and pollution that was the city of London. His father had been offered a promotion a year ago at work that required them to move. Robin had protested, saying that he had exams coming up that he needed to study for. His mother had just laughed in his face; knowing full well that her son never even so much as looked at a book unless he absolutely had to. So a month later they shoved everything they owned into cardboard boxes and moved to the city.

Blink182's 'What's My Age Again' started to play in the direction of his bed. He fumbled around for the jeans he was wearing the previous night and looked at the caller ID on his mobile. It read Much Miller. Grinning to himself he flipped the screen up and pressed it to his ear.

"'Lo?"

"Robin, where are you?" the slightly paranoid and familiar tone in Much's voice made his smile grow. "The bus will be here in a minute."

"Just trying to find my shoes," Robin said casually.

He heard his friend sigh. "Your shoes? Just hurry up! I don't want to be the one to have to explain to Mr Van-Royan that you missed the bus on your first day back."

Robin snapped his phone shut; he had missed Much's constant complaints. He finally found his shoes in the very bottom of the last box he looked in, and grabbed his hoodie that had earned him the nickname of Robin Hood. As was the morning tradition his mother was waiting by the front door with a mug of coffee in her hand. He gratefully took it and left the house.

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Allan-A-Dale smiled to himself in the mirror as he ran a bit of gel through his scruffy brown hair. He was still on autopilot, having only woken up twenty minutes ago from the banging on his door and the loud voice ordering him to get up. He'd rolled out of bed and found a shirt on the floor that looked vaguely clean and had yanked it over his head. His school uniform consisted of a ghastly green jumper, a green and silver tie, a white shirt and black trousers for boys and an apple green blouse and grey skirt for girls. Allan rubbed at the sleep in his electric blue eyes and walked-slash-tripped down the stairs.

His younger brother Tom was already eating breakfast in the kitchen, his eyes focused on the cereal box in front of him. Allan walked over to the fridge and found a carton of milk, taking a swig from it. He felt the all too familiar slap of his mother's hand to his head and nearly choked milk all over the floor.

"For God sake Allan, get a glass," she said, walking past him to pop a slice of bread in the toaster.

Allan gave a cheeky salute behind her back as he put the milk away. Jack chuckled and shook his head. Jack was his stepfather, and his brother's biological father. His mother had gotton pregnant from a one-night stand almost fifteen years ago and he was the result. Jack was the closest thing he had to father. They didn't always get along, but which kid had the perfect relationship with their parents anyway?

The sound of the doorbell echoed through the house. Swinging his backpack over his right shoulder, Allan sauntered off to answer it. Annabelle Browne stood waiting outside, leaning against the wall. He gave her a brief nod of acknowledgement before grabbing his jacket and slamming the door shut behind him.

"Morning," he mumbled, the cold winter air turning his breath white.

"Morning yourself," Annabelle smiled. "Good weekend?"

Allan shrugged. "Average, I guess. I was up all night finishing that English essay Mrs Rowling set us."

Annabelle rolled her eyes. Trust to Allan to leave it to the last minute. Although she supposed it was an improvement. The last time they had a major project due in, she had found him sitting in the library scribbling furiously at a piece of paper ten minutes before fourth period – the deadline.

"I'm exhausted," he said, resting his head on her shoulder and closing his eyes as they waited for the bus to arrive.

The faint scent of cologne filled her senses. He wore just the right amount, unlike Guy Gisborne, who wore so much it nearly made her eyes water every time she walked past him. "Poor baby," she mocked.

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Will Scarlet cursed violently as he heard the glass smash. He gently picked the photo frame up and surveyed the damage. There was a slight crack through the middle, but nothing that he couldn't fix. He slowly ran a thumb over his mother's face and sighed. The picture was taken a few months before she had been taken ill, on Will's fourteenth birthday last August. She was currently in hospital, where she spent most of her time, being pumped full of drugs. They helped to ease the pain, but they made her…slightly out of it. There was even one time they made her forget who Will was. It had nearly broken his heart.

His father Dan had lost a hand in an accident in his workshop a few ago and was finding it difficult to manage the house alone. Will did what he could to help, especially with his younger brother, who had begun acting out. He was in the same year as his friend's brother, Tom. Luke was a bright kid, but when his mother was admitted to hospital, his grades started to slip and he started dating the Year Eight bad girl, Davina Vaysey, whose older brother thought it fun to torment Will and his friends at every opportunity he got. Luke's behaviour was understandable – there were times when Will just wanted to scream as loud as he could or hit something – but it sure was irritating.

He knocked on Luke's bedroom door to tell him to get a move on, but received a "Sod off!" in reply. Deciding that he could be bothered, Will pocketed his house keys, waved his Dad off and left for school.

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Marian Fitzwalter shivered against the cold, hugging her coat closer to her. Her tights were thin and did nothing to protect her legs against the fierce winter wind. Her hair hung below her shoulders in dark brown locks to keep her ears from freezing off.

"I hope you're feeling better," she heard a deep voice say from behind her. She turned around to become eye level with Guy Gisborne's broad chest. She took a step back and tilted her chin up to look at his face.

"Beg pardon?" she asked.

Guy gave her a small smile - something that wasn't seen very often. "You told me you weren't feeling well on Saturday."

"Oh," Marian said, suddenly feeling quite grateful that the cold had turned her nose red and sore. "Yeah, I'm fine now. Thanks."

Guy had invited her out to see a movie with him, but she had declined, faking a headache. If he had asked her a few days earlier she probably would have said yes. But she had seen the car in the driveway. She knew that he was back and every bad memory came flooding along with him.

As if on cue, she heard the unmistakable, albeit slightly cocky, sound of his voice. "I forgot how cold it gets up here."

"Well look who it is," she heard Allan say, a mocking tone to his voice. "It's the city chav."

She turned around to see Robin receiving slaps on the bad and guy hugs from his friends. She took a moment for her pale blue eyes to drink him in. He didn't look much different from the last time she had seen him. He was taller – definitely taller. He had to be nearing six-foot. His hair was slightly longer and hung over his crystal blue eyes in golden brown locks. He caught her eyes for a brief second before she looked away. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him mumble something to John Little, who shook his head.

She and Robin had dated for about five months. Then one day he announced that he was moving to London the following day and that he didn't know when he would be back, if at all. Marian remembered feeling her heart crack with every word he had said. She was angry that he hadn't told her before hand and even angrier that he was going away. So she had blocked his number of her mobile and his e-mail address online. She didn't want to speak to someone who obviously felt she couldn't be trusted with a secret.

She heard the bus pull up – late as always – and climbed on, flashing her freedom bus pass to the driver, who just nodded. She took a seat next to the window and was quickly joined by Eve, one of her childhood friends. Guy sat down in front of her and tried to make small talk, while his friend Vaysey pulled faces at him behind his back. Marian watched as Robin, Much, Allan, Will, John and Annabelle all walked to the back of the bus, taking their usual seats. She was vaguely aware of Guy asking her a question, but she suddenly wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone.

Well, is it any good, or should I just delete it now? The Gang's uniform is based on my own hideous one. Let me know what you thought.