A/N: Basically, Van being smart inside her mind. c: She thinks she's better than everyone, except her special someone xD Based in episode 16, in case you couldn't guess xDDDD I shall upload another chapter to Dying Of A Broken Heart soon... I've just lost inspiration at the moment.

Disclaimer: Do I have too? It's upsetting enough... :c

I wanted real friends.

I wanted to know what it was like to be in Vin's place. Or Trixie's place, or Newton's place. They were always around her, but that's common information.

I don't know this because I care; I know it because I could hear the group laughing from miles away. I wanted to do that to. To laugh at anytime I'd like, but I'd just get strange looks. Popular girls don't laugh. They giggle. I care about what people think of me. If they don't think I'm pretty or popular, I'm nothing. I'd like to have a friend group like that. A group of people who loved me no matter what. But no. I'll only ever have people who want to be my friend because I'm pretty, or they want to be popular. Just because I like the way I look doesn't mean that I was instantly a popular girl.

That's when Daryl spoke to me. I'd secretly never really liked that dibber-dobber, but this time, he seemed distressed. I'd never admit it, but I liked it when distressed people asked me for help. It made me feel very smart. He spoke about a team; about agents. He said he was a leader, and he was creating a team. That he would recruit the greatest of Pinkerton.

When he told me I was one of the greatest, I almost believed him.

Almost.

The Shadow Avengers. It seems to stand for something dark, but also light. I love it. Shadows, like we hide in the dark, waiting for our prey. Avengers, like we're actually fighting for something worth wild.

Being a Shadow Avenger was fun while I was the only girl. I had, had no standards to live up to; I was clearly the most attractive, the smartest and the most dangerous. It was just Daryl and I.

It was quiet.

Then Daryl recruited Burt, so I was suddenly only the most attractive and the smartest, since Burt is one of the toughest kids at Pinkerton.

Daryl then decided he needed brains of the group (Though he had me already!) and solicited for Hector's help. Apparently he was smarter than me.

Finally, he recruited Zero. I argued for my place, of course, not really because I wanted to be the only girl Avenger, but because I didn't want to lose my title as the prettiest Avenger.

In my eyes, Zero was one of the most beautiful girls in the world. If only she believed she was, then maybe she'd think better of herself. But then against, I've never been one to believe the opinion of others. Maybe we really are alike.

This thought makes me smile. What was I saying? I could never be anything like a Goth, or go out in public with hair shorter than my chin. I'm going around in circles, aren't I? Circles...again and again.

We're nothing alike.

But then again, opposites attract, don't they?

A/N: This was written after a stupid breakup from a stupid secret relationship with someone. Stupid breakups suck xD