Hey! Well I've started a new fic, but it's been bubbling in my head for aaages now, I just happened to start writing it now. Uhmm... okay so... the main character and Oc's pov this is in maaay be me, and her best friend maaay be my best friend... but hey, I needed the characters and found them at an original state. :) So it's all good.

Thing's have been mixed around in this story a little, but I hope you enjoy it all the same. :D R&R!

And the CD was on repeat... She'd been playing it four times in the last three hours, you'd think she'd get sick of it. Then again I don't think she is paying attention to her music. Instead she's standing outside of her brother's door, trying to knock it down. Well that's what I am guessing the boombing noise is.

Robin has a temper sometimes...

I sit now on her bed, flicking through magazines boredly and tracing posters of bands on her walls numbly with my eyes. I know my best mate's room back to front, every book on her shelf and almost every CD in the stacks of millions over the other side of the room. No, I lie. I don't know half of those CD's.

Taking a swig of my favourite liquid, coke, I sat back against the hood of her bed, my legs crossed over.

"Fine!" There was a yell and the bedroom door swung open, hitting the wall and making things rattly all over. Robin's curly hair was in disarray as she grabbed the door knob, which was shaped in the head of that skeleton named Jack, and threw her door shut. See... temper.

She kicked it and muttered, "Asshole..." She looked at me and put her hands on her hips, tucking her fingers behind her studded belt and sighing, blowing a strand of hair from her face.

I smirked, "Warren piss you off again?"

She rolled her eyes, mumbling something and waving a hand. Something she did sort of often.

I tapped a nail on the lid of my glass bottle and then put it aside on her desk, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and biting my lip.

She glared at the clock and then let her head fall back, shoulders relax and eyes close. "Finally... okay, so I'll be back late... do you want me to drop in?"

I shook my head slowly, "Nah, it's okay... I'll see you tomorrow, right?"

"Right." She smiled, biting her lip and then walked over to me. She held out her knuckles and punched them to mine, flexing her fingers afterwards, smiling as we did our handshake. She grabbed her coat and sat on her window sill, turning to me as one leg was already outside, "Might wanna stay out of Hot-Head's way... he's in a shit mood."

I laughed, "When is he ever in a relatively good mood?"

"Never." She grinned and then from her toes, she disappeared.

Robin was my best friend. Bad ass girl she was, I loved her to death. Also... she was a super hero.

I had sort of gotten used to her invisible tricks and the jealousy had started to ease up for a while now, but when we had started high school, and she had gotten on that bus... it had all started up again.

Robin Peace, she was amazing. She was kinda short, but her wild curls and blue eyes made her as intimidating as a lion. She was a hit with boys, and was always up 

for mischief. She was my role model.

Me on the other hand? I'm just me.

Samantha Kinns. Human and boring. But hey... humans can still have fun, right? They could always be the damsel in distress... well, not always.

I tried to get my attention of superpowers, always pretending when I was younger, but it pissed Robin off. When I made jokes about it, she'd just give me that look.

Also... her drop dead gorgeous brother was no help either. Their personalities clashed, and they were almost mirror images. Well... you could just tell they were related. Warren Peace... now he was a no-go zone.

I grabbed my bag and went to her door, locking it from the inside and stepping out into the dark hall and immediately smelling burning of wood and also candles. Trying to burn up the smell before their dad got home probably.

I snuck past Robin's brother's room, not taking but one look and then dashing. It was cool out, but not enough to make me put on a jacket. I got home and tried to get up the stairs quick as possible, but no such luck.

"Where're you been?" A male voice sounded from the kitchen.

"Nowhere moron." I rolled my eyes, rolling my jacket up and trying to get up the stairs. My brother, Ryan the dick head, jumped up onto the stairs, leaning in and smelling my hair.

"You been smoking again?" He spat.

"I was at a friends, get off." I shoved him with a defensive arm. I reached the top and then leaned over the edge, "I don't smoke either, retard."

I retreated to my room, taking my hair out and letting it fall in annoying fuzzy red waves down my back.

I got into my old jaimmies and slid into bed, hugging my pillow tight. I tried not to think of the party Robin was at. All those super teens, drugs and alcohol. Classic party, I guessed.

I fell asleep to the hum of light rain on the roof but didn't get much shut eye. I woke up to a loud ringing of my phone. I sat bolt upright, scrambled out of bed and took my phone. I slid it open, "Mmm?" My voice was weak and croaky from sleep.

"Oh my god, Sam! This party's amazing! You should so totally be here!" Robin laughed loudly into the phone. I could hear the alcohol in her bright tone.

I sighed, pressing fingers to my cold forehead, "Really? I beg to differ... Think of me in a crowd of superheroes."

"We are not superheroes. Dude, we're only students in the fucked up school, and yeah... few of us can set a flame and others can disappear but whatever, oh reminds me, did you lock my bedroom door?"

"Yeah..." I sighed, "Warren didn't seem at home." I sat on the edge of my bed, my whole room shades of black and blue from the night sky. I pulled at the edge of my sleeve, the cotton unravelling slightly.

"He is... he sleeps in the day though." She snorted, "Usually anyways, uh look, I gotta go give this guy my number... and I'm low on credit. Peace-Out."

"G'night."

This time I fell straight to sleep.