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Disclaimer: I don't think I own any of these characters. Ages have been adjusted and such to fit the story better.

"GET ME OUTTA HERE!"

"Dammit, I told you to shut up!"

Chapter 1 – Smile

She sat down in the far corner of the coffeehouse, sipping absentmindedly at her latte as she watched people setting up the stage for a performance. She opened up her program and looked at it half-heartedly. It was some band, and they were covering a few songs. She figured there wouldn't be much else to do, seeing that she didn't have any friends in this new city, so when she saw the flyer for the band she jumped to the idea to go and get out of the house. She really couldn't stand being in the house with her parents anymore.

"I have a friend that lives in this city, Marron! It's really gonna be great."

"Yeah, I'm sure…"

"Really! You'll make lots of friends, and you'll get to go to a real high school, instead of your mother home schooling you!"

"And what exactly is wrong with my teaching?"

"Nothing dear!"

"No! Not a thing, mom!"

Marron still didn't understand why they had to move in the first place. She was perfectly content living with grandpa Roshi, and then they just decided to up and leave. But still, the prospect of going to a real school was tempting. And living in the city was sure to be a real treat too; it was bound to be more interesting than the middle of nowhere slap of land they lived at before. The crew had just finished setting up, and now the band started moving upstage. The first was a tall, toned boy with a wild, brown mohawk. The second was a tall, older boy with his long black hair pulled back into a ponytail. He had a scar over his eye, and it made Marron wonder exactly what had happened to him. The third was a girl, around the same age as Marron. She had on a Happy Bunny t-shirt and a bandana covered her hair for the most part. The fourth was a boy around the same age as the first. His wild, black hair seemed to defy gravity in a sense.

'Wait…is he wearing a monkey tail?'

The last one though…he was perfection at its finest. His long, shaggy purplish hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, the parts falling out framing his piercing blue eyes perfectly. Her eyes followed him to the keyboard, where he sat down and leaned lazily back in the chair. She stared penetratingly through his tank top; she could see the taut muscles stretching as he leaned into a yawn, even though it did kind of help that the shirt was a bit too tight on him. The mohawk kid did the introductions, but she wasn't paying attention. She watched ponytail-boy him fiddle with the volume on the keyboard, and whisper a few things into the ear of scar-face, who then nodded and relayed the information to Happy Bunny girl, who then proceded to turn the volume down on the amps. Marron looked at the program. They were covering a lot of good songs, it seemed, and she figured the unfamiliar titles were their own originals.

Then he started to play. Marron knew this entry. It was the solo piano piece before the beginning of the song "Roses".

"CAROLIIIIIIIIIIINE!" the mohawk kid wailed, as he slid across the stage.

'First day…'Marron groaned to herself, staring darkly at the looming building in front of her. High school. Hell on earth. She saw the movie, "Mean Girls". She knew how they were to home schooled kids. Well, at least she didn't come all the way from Africa. At least she was somewhat in touch with what was popular and what wasn't. She shuffled aimlessly inside the door, fiddling with her schedule and trying to figure out what class she had first. She immediately saw the flyer posted up on the bulletin board.

'Hey Orange Star! Your very own Supplement is performing Saturday, September 4 at 3 pm. Admission is 5. Support the band!'

Supplement…that's what their name was. And they really did have posters EVERYWHERE.

'Hey Orange Star! Buy a Supplement CD! See Trunks Briefs for details'

'Hey Orange Star! Buy a 'Supplement Rocks My Socks!' T-shirt. They come in black, red, and the ever-popular orange!'

'Jeez…talk about advertisement…' Marron looked at her schedule again. She had her Photography class first. Kids were already bustling through the halls, trying to get to their classes.

"Hey. Are you new?"

Marron jumped at the kind voice and turned around to see it was purple-ponytail boy. She blushed visibly and nodded.

"Y-yes! I…um…I need to get to the…the umm…ummm….the…the…the PHOTO LAB!" she finally screamed out triumphantly. 'Hmm…I didn't mean to be that loud!' She blushed even more, but the guy just smiled. "I have a free block right now" he said confidently. "So, do you need someone to show you where it is?"

Marron nodded, her short, blonde hair bouncing up and down. She followed the boy nervously, the blush still lacing her cheeks.

"It's a shortcut." he said, turning towards her, the kind, and confident smile still on his handsome face. He pushed open a door, and the bright sunlight of the early morning nearly knocked Marron over. She rubbed her eyes to get them adjusted, but the boy wasn't fazed one bit. He strode assuredly across a field towards a smaller building.

"The photo lab is the fourth door to the right." he said, holding the door open for her as she walked in. "Since you're new, they won't mind too much that you're late."

"Alright." she started towards the class, but then remembered what she had wanted to say. "Hey! Hey guy!"

The boy turned around. "I'm Trunks." he said, slightly annoyed by the fact that he was referred to as 'guy'.

"Well, umm, Trunks…last Saturday…you guys were amazing! Really good!"

He looked at her with a bit of shock. "You went to the coffeehouse on Saturday?" Marron really didn't like the way he put the emphasis on that 'you' but, she let it slide. "Yes." she smiled. "And you guys are amazing."

This time it was Trunks' turn to blush. He smiled sheepishly. "Oh! Well, thank you very much….name…."

"Marron."

"Yeah! Well, thanks, Marron. I'll be sure that you're the first one outside the band to know about upcoming performances!"

"Thank you!"

Two more of the band members were in her photo class; the boy with the mohawk, and the girl with the bandana. Mohawk kid grinned pleasantly at bandana-girl, who was eyeing him warily. Class hadn't even begun yet, which was good, Marron supposed. Mohawk kid put his hands on bandana's jacket.

"LEMME READ YOUR SHIRT!" he yelled out, pulling it open as if he were expecting her naked under there. Bandana turned as red a fire hydrant and gave mohawk-kid a heavy smack, but he was laughing so hard Marron wouldn't have been surprised if he hadn't felt a thing.

"Dude that is priceless!" he said through loud guffaws of laughter. "Absolutely fuckin' priceless!" Bandana just scowled at the boy next to her and looked at Marron. Her gaze softened and she grinned at her like they were best pals.

"Hey! I know you!" Bandana called out, heading towards her, mohawk-kid following close behind. "You're that new kid. You live in the apartment down the hall from me! I saw you when you guys were moving in!"

"Hey Pan!" mohawk-kid started.

"You guys really got a nice deal there…the old lady that used to live there had like fifty trillion cats! Then the manager found out and kicked her wrinkled ass out on the street! Her and all fifty trillion of her cats!" The girl started laughing cheerfully, as if it were the funniest story ever. Marron, however, just stood there, her jaw dangling open, and mohawk-kid was still trying to get bandana's attention.

"Yeah, manager's the dad of this guy who goes here, good friend of mine, his name his Trunks Briefs. A senior. But anyway, his dad's a real prick. Mind you, he's a funny prick, but he's still a fuckin' prick through and through. The guy has no sense of humor whatsoever. Or fashion sense for that matter. He has this shirt…tell the new girl about his shirt, Uub."

The mohawk-kid, Uub, automatically brightened up when he heard he was acknowledged. "It's this bright pink shirt! Funny as hell! It says 'Bad man' on it. All I know is that he looks like the leader of the gay pride parade when he wears it! Oops, there's the bell."

The bandana girl grabbed Marron's arm and smiled. "C'mon and sit next to me. Hurry up, before all the good seats are taken!" She then plopped down in a seat in the back, next to Uub.

Briefs, Bura

"Here!" A blue haired princess raised her hand cheerfully. A bunch of girls around her tittered gleefully at an inaudible joke she made.

"My name is Pan, by the way." bandana-girl said. "Who're you?"

"I'm Marron."

Jin, Uub

Uub nodded his head to show the teacher he was there. He then turned to Pan and grinned.

"Hey, Pan!"

Pan looked at him, the annoyance obvious on her face. "What is it, Uub?"

"Do you know what your grandma's name is?"

"Yeah. It's Chi-chi."

"Heh heh…Chi-chi…Pan…did you know your grandmother's name means boobies?"

"What!"

Sen'in, Marron

Marron put her hand up. Uub was just enjoying egging his friend on.

"Boobies! Boooooooobies!"

"Shut up, Uub."

"Boobies!"

SMACK!

Son, Pan

"I'm here, okay dammit!" Pan yelled, smacking her hand ill-temperedly onto the desk. Marron gulped. This was going to be an interesting year indeed.