Only You.

Hi, muffins! Just a little bit about this story, this is a Flipped/RHPS crossover. It's almost like a mix of Sins and Top Model Songfic Show. A crossover inside a crossover! INCEPTION! You can expect Bradgenta, Jandall, and lots and lots of other stuff!

August 1957. Brad's POV.

My family moved to Denton from Nebraska that summer. I was 7, my older, perfect sister, Rebecca was ten and my brother, Steve was three. The first thing I thought when I spotted her from the backseat of my family's car was, 'Oh, crap, a girl', if there was one thing I knew about girls back then, it was that they were preachy, annoying tattletales who thought they knew everything. For all I cared, Magenta Alvarado was just like that.

I started to climb into the back of the moving van after my mother, brother and sister went inside to look around and started to do whatever I could at seven years old to help my dad unload all our random crap, not that he needed help, and if he did, he wouldn't dare ask me... And he didn't. I tried in vain to pick up a lamp,

"Son... BRAD! PUT THE DAMN LAMP DOWN!"

"I was just helping!"

"Well..." my dad smacked himself in the face, "Gawd... uh, go say hi to the neighbour kids."

"No. There's a girl over there."

"Is she weilding a knife?"

"What's weilding?" my dad pointed to the house across the street,

"Go." I reluctantly hopped out of the van and tramped towards the Alvarado house.

The place looked pretty awful, especially the front yard, there were a whole shitload of bushes everywhere, some tore-up grass and lots and lots of dirt. Magenta was standing in the middle of the lawn in a plaid dress and white shoes, surprisingly, she wasn't a complete mess.

Then I noticed her hair.

It was a giant explosion of red curls. And I'm not talking about the generic orange-y ginger color, no freakin' way. It was the color of apples and blood. And she had bangs. Sweeping across her eyes, the insane bush wasn't enough, she had to go and have bangs too. Even at the tender age of seven, I knew this girl was not to be f-ed with.

I dragged my sorry ass up the yard, being careful not to snag on any thorny twigs that could ensnare my brand-new pastel-coloured shorts, and planted myself right in front of this girl, she was a head shorter than me in those silly stacked heels that probably added an inch, even on a little kid, my mother came skipping up behind me,

"OH! BRAD! YOU'VE MADE A NEW FRIEND!" She shoved me aside, "Hello, dear, I'm Evie Majors, this is my son, Brad. We're new to this neighbourhood, we're moving in right across the street from you, won't that be fun? What's your name, dear?"

"Magenta."

"What a lovely name! Brad, say hello to our new neighbour!" My mother shoved me in front of her, Magenta looked me up and down, I could tell she thought I looked like a dork, so I did the only manly thing available when you're seven years old, I dove right back behind my mom. If seven-year-olds could be turned on, I definitely was, but I was too big an idiot to notice, so I ran into the house and into my unfurnished room and covered my eyes so any intruders wouldn't be able to see me.

Like I said. Idiot.

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August 1957. Magenta's POV.

The Majors family moved to Denton from Nebraska that summer. I was six, I skipped a grade, so I went from kindergarten to second grade, my older obnoxious brother Randall was 7 and my sister Tafatia was 10. The first thing I thought when I saw him in the backseat was 'Great, a boy in the neighbourhood. Another one of Randall's friends that I won't be able to play with'. If there was one thing I knew about boys then was that they were loud, disgusting, raucous nuthouses who liked to run around and eat disgusting food. For all I knew, Brad Majors was just like that.

My mother had kicked me out of the house to go welcome them, she made me stand in the middle of our yard like a scarecrow and wave like one of those ceramic lucky cats you can find in Chinese dollar stores... Wearing those stupid shoes that pinched my toes and that dress with the itchy plaid skirt and the corny velvet sleeves that just scraped my wrists and drove me crazy. The black velvet neckline felt like a noose. The dress was too small, to put it bluntly.

Brad came schlepping across the street in a super-preppy outfit that made him look like he was brutally attacked by the Easter Bunny and kind of stared at me for a while, then his mother ran over screaming like a nut, he hid behind her and my mother, of all people, came out just as Brad was running away,

"Oh, Hello! You must be Evie Majors! I'm Arden Alvarado, I see you've already met my daughter, Magenta." she picked me up and placed me about a foot away,

"Oh yes, she's a sweet little girl. Very welcoming."

"I'm not velcoming."

"Yes, you are, Magenta, here, Evie, I made this Bundt cake-" my mother handed over the Bundt cake that I HAD MADE and Evie sniffed it like an animal. Brad peeped out of his bedroom window. That's when I realized. This was going to be a long year.