AN: So, I've had a bunch of writer's block... and what's the answer for that? NEW STORY!

Anyway, since Cupid is humanized here, I have to change her story a bit. So... just go along with it or something xD

Cupid stared out the small window of her father's midnight blue van. She gazed at the fast moving scenery outside. It was mostly green trees and bushes, but every once in a while she would see a bird, or a tree that obvious looked like it didn't belong. She could see the blue sky too, she thought that it looked more soothing in the afternoon. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, which was just fine for her. Even though clouds were so beautiful- especially when they had a pale pink tinge to them- they sometimes distracted her from the sky.

She looked over to check on her twin, Comet. His dirty blonde head was resting on the window, his arms on his lap, and his legs curled on the seat in the middle of them. Sure, Cupid knew it was an odd way to sleep, but she didn't want to judge him. Comet was a fiery little thing anyway. Now that she thought of it, she wondered how they could be twins.

"Dad, are we there yet?"

Cupid rolled her eyes. It was an instinctive thing to do every time her sister, Prancer, talked. She really couldn't help it. Prancer was a ruthless person, much like everyone in her family. And besides, after years of abuse from her, Cupid had a love-hate relationship with her.

Prancer was also very eager to get to their destination, NewYork. Although, she was probably only eager to get out of the car and do something- that's anything with Prancer, she always had to be doing something. Cupid, though, was more eager to get to New York to see...well, one person in particular. She suddenly felt her face flush red. She couldn't even think of him without blushing! How was it going to be possible to establish an actual relationship-she got butterflies when she thought of that- by blushing and acting like a school girl with a crush all the time?

"Just two more miles." Vixen answered, without much emotion. Although, Cupid could still hear a shred of anger in his voice.

Oh, right.

She had almost forgotten about her father's rivalry with Skipper's team. In fact, they were in the van behind them. Blitzen, Rudolph, Dasher and Dancer. She liked them well enough, they were all a bit too hotheaded and paranoid for her taste, and they did tease her more than she would like, but they were alright. They were good fighters, from what she had seen for mission reports. They also always tried to help people, no matter what the costs. She guessed that they were much alike the Penguins team because of that, but they rivalry was so well known. Apparently, years ago, both teams were assigned to missions in the same city. Vixen says that his team had 'accidentally' caught the fugitive the Penguins were after, and they had held a grudge over it because it was, she assumed, a pretty big mission.

Although, she and Private had no idea of the rivalry when they first met. How was it their fault that they had fallen in- oh no. Another blush. Was it filing up her whole face this time?

"How much minutes, I meant." Prancer growled, annoyed. Cupid instinctively rolled her eyes again. Well, her sister was kind of a brat. Prancer was four years older. but it felt like she was four years old sometimes by how she acted.

"About... well, ten more minutes to the apartment." He sneered a bit. "Why? Do ya got somewhere to go?"

Prancer returned her father's sneer with a glare. "Actually, yes. A friend in the west side of NewYork. I'm gonna hang out with him tonight."

"So like a boyfriend?"

She grinned devishly. Cupid hated that look. "Well, to somebody else. But that'll change."

Without thinking, Cupid scoffed under her breath. She caught herself right after, and tried to bring back the air that escaped her lungs. It was no use. Prancer had already caught it. The older sibling turned her body to stare right at Cupid, bloodlust in her eyes.

"What was that, Cube?" She asked, louder and more threatening than usual.

Cupid heard herself gulp. "N-nothing, Pr- Prancer."

"Better be."

Cupid sighed as she fell on top of her bed. The bed sheets and warm blankets were so fluffy after being spread, that her back fell into her mattress. She smiled brightly. Finally, everything in the room was just perfect. When she came in, the walls were a vibrant, but at the same time pale, blue, and the carpet was a fresh grey colour. The walls had nothing tapped on them, and the dresser and closet was empty. The bed looked almost pitiful, with a dusty brown frame and beige mattress sitting on top. Although, her side wall was mostly screen windows. Which was perfect. She loved to wake up with the newly awoken sun shining lightly in her face.

That change quickly, as soon as she got in. It took maybe three hours or so, but she had managed to make her apartment room feel like home. Pink and white bed sheets and blankets were the first to be unpacked, and spread. Next, she had Vixen bring in her neon green beanbag chair, along with her short work desk. She placed those in the unoccupied corner. Her clothes were the hardest part, though. She had an order of things back home, and she intended to keep it that way. All her dresses had been put into her closet, along with her shoes. Her other things, like skirts, underwear, jeans and stuff, she had to fold and place in her drawer.

She was finally done though. It was time to relax. And she probably only had a half hour or so to. Her dad had been invited to a ball his agency had arranged. And, of course, she was intended to go. She supposed it was okay, after all, they did adore her. She was sure she wouldn't be alone tonight. She wouldn't be enjoying herself, but she wouldn't be alone. Was that fair or not? She was going to go to the hair stylist in half an hour, then she would come back to get dressed, then off to the ball in a dress, and in a limo.

Oh well, it was her first day here, everything would get a lot better. She pulled out her cellphone that was in her pocket. Vixen had just gotten her an Iphone for her nineteenth birthday. She pressed the power button. Two messages. It took a second to decide not to read them, she was too tired. In that very second, her phone sang her usual ringtone, the lunacrons theme. She grinned when she heard Prancer groan loudly in annoyance from the other room.

She touched a button on the screen and put the phone to her hear. She sat up too, crossing her legs. "Hey you." She answered happily.

"Hey yourself." The boy on the other line replied. Cupid's stomach did that fluttering feeling again. This time, however, she didn't mind that much.

"So watcha doin'?"

She heard Private laugh a little. "Nothin'. Just waiting for you to get here. Oh geez. What do I ask first? Uhm... how were the polar bears?"

Cupid beamed at the memory. That was the whole reason of leaving NewYork anyway. Another gift for her birthday was to go see actual Polar bears. Well, okay, it wasn't actually a present. It was more like a way for Vixen to try and get his children to join his team. Comet and Prancer were already set on joining, but Cupid was on the fence, of course. How could she not be?

"Oh, Private." She finally spoke in a dreamy voice. "I don't know where to start. I'm not even sure I could say it all in one conversation!"

"I'm sure I wouldn't be able to either. Then, how are you? It's been how many months?"

"Two. But... oh Private, it was worth it. They were so beautiful. I can't even explain..."

"Then write it. I'll read it later."

"I don't think I'll be able to write that in half an hour."

"Half an hour?"

"Oh, yeah. My dad kind of voluntold me to go to some ball he's agency put together. Hey, you should come. Be my date."

They both giggled. "Oh yeah, I'm sure Vixen would love that." Private said through his fit of giggles.

Cupid kept smiling. Even though she was a little bit serious. "Well, I have to see you sometime today. I'm so bored and I..."

"Miss you?" Private guessed. She could tell that he was blushing on the other line.

"Yeah..."

"I'll go for a walk later and you can met me then, at the park, maybe?" He sounded so sure, almost firm on the subject. It took her by surprise, until she heard his hesitance on the other line. "U-unless you..."

"Nah. That's fine. How's..." She thought for a moment. "Ten?"

"Perfect." Private agreed. Cupid laughed a little. Her fluttery feeling had passed, she wasn't even blushing anymore! And she was finally going to see her boy- nope. She still couldn't even think it.

Then, something even she wasn't expecting. After she had laughed a little, Private had joined in and started to laugh. He didn't even notice that she wasn't laughing anymore, which was funny enough for her to start laughing hysterically along with him. Every time either tried to stop, they would hear the other laughing for no reason, and start again.

Her ribcage was aching by the time the half hour was up.

Skipper thought they were to young to be in love. A crush, maybe, not love. But it was the way he would look at her, and the she looked at him that was enough for Skipper to know ow much they truly cared for each other.