***New Story. This story is going to be co-written with justices aka Sheila. Be sure to check out her fics! u/4688296/

There is no curse, no Enchanted forest, etc. All our favourite characters live in Storybrooke, Maine. Regina and Mary Margaret are the same age. Hope you like our new idea. Be sure to review and most of all sit back and enjoy!***

Our Charming Reality

Chapter 1

30 Years Ago

Regina and Mary Margaret ran upstairs to Mary Margaret's room. They were so excited, they hadn't had a sleepover in months. They both jumped on the bed so that they were lying flat on their backs. Mary Margaret grabbed a pillow and hit Regina with it. Regina giggled and grabbed another pillow and hit her best friend with it. Before they knew it both girls were jumping up and down on the bed having a full blown pillow fight. They had been the best of friends since they were in kindergarten together. They were inseparable.

Mary Margaret's door opened, it was her mother. "Girls, what have I told you about jumping on the bed?"

They both stopped jumping and Mary Margaret pouted. "Sorry, Mommy."

Eva smiled. "It's okay sweetheart. Can you girls find a quieter activity until dinner is ready?"

The girls nodded and Mary Margaret got some of her stuffed animals out. "Regina, let's always stay friends."

"Best friends." She smiled. "Forever."

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Present Day

"What is wrong with your daughter?"

Mary Margaret's mouth dropped. Regina was standing on her front step. "Excuse me?"

"She pushed Rebecca today."

"She pushed Rebecca?"

"Don't look so shocked, she is just like her mother."
Mary Margaret shook her head. "I'm sorry I always tell Emma to use her words. But there must be a reason why she would do that."

"She is always picking on my daughter, and I will not stand for that. It's one thing that you are always trying to ruin my life and now you've passed that down to your daughter."

"Regina, I did not ruin your life. You have a wonderful husband and two children. Plus you're the MAYOR of this town. Why are you always saying that I ruined your life? It seems like a good life to me."

"And you are not going to ruin the lives of my family." She turned around and left.

Mary Margaret shook her head. She couldn't understand what happened between them. They were the best of friends. But she learned long ago not to dwell on it.

She went into the kitchen and finished making dinner. She poured four waters and two glasses of milk for Emma and Neal. "Dinner is ready!" She stood at the bottom of the stairs calling up to her family.

"Coming!" Emma was the first to come down the stairs. "What are we having?"

Mary Margaret stroked her daughter's long blonde hair. "Just spaghetti and meatballs."

Emma smiled it was her favourite. "Yummy!" She ran into the dining room and took her seat at the table.

"Hey babe." David kissed his wife. He held her for a moment. "You still amaze me."

She beamed. She never knew how she got so lucky to have David. He went to join Emma.

"Neal? Come on, let's eat while it's warm." She called up the stairs.

"Just a minute!" He hollered down to her.

"No not just a minute. Now."

"I said in a minute!"

"Neal Leopold Nolan, get down here right now."

He could not bear hearing his mom calling him by his full name. He quickly appeared at the top of the stairs. But her eyes grew wide when he was sliding down the banister. She was not pleased. She placed her hands on her hips. "We will be discussing this later, mister."

Neal ran into the dining room sitting across from his sister. Mary Margaret took her seat across from David. Neal stuffed a meatball in his mouth.

"Neal…" Mary Margaret spoke softly to him. "Would you like to say grace?"

He rolled his eyes and swallowed the meatball. Then placed his elbows on the table and intertwined his fingers. "Thank you God for this spaghetti and meatballs. And for my new game boy. Amen."

Everyone dug into their dinner.

"Neal can you pass the salt?"

Neal handed his dad the salt.

"Mom, can you pass the sugar?"

Mary Margaret passed Emma the sugar. "So Rebecca's mom was here early. She claims that you pushed Rebecca."

"She deserved it."

"Emma!" Mary Margaret looked disappointed. "You need to use your words. What happened?"

"Oh Bex was just being Bex." She rolled her eyes.

"Is she picking on you?"

"Eew!" Emma spit out her tomato slice. "What is wrong with the sugar?"

David spit out his potatoes into his napkin. "I think I got the sugar…"

Neal sank down into his chair trying to hide his giggling. "May I be excused?"

Mary Margaret glared at him. "Did you switch the salt with the sugar?"

She feigned a shock face. "Who, me?" He placed his hand on his chest when he said 'me'.

"You loser!" Emma threw the piece of tomato she just spit out at Neal.

Neal ducked under the table and pulled Emma's feet.

"Em… Neal…"

David grinned at Mary Margaret and raised his glass up in her direction. Mary Margaret shook her head and put her elbow on the table resting her head on her hand.

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At recess the next morning Emma was in a gaze. Their neighbour August came to the school to help fix the swing that broke. She had a crush on him since she could remember. She looked up at the sky, she figured pigs must be flying, why else would a high school student be visiting her elementary school? But her attention was brought back to August. He was always so handy at fixing things. She remembered one summer when her dad had a long day at the station, August came over to fix a cupboard that Neal broke while trying to camp out in there. Ah, one day she would be Mrs. August Booth.

"Hi Emma."

She was brought back to reality. "Oh Hi Bae."

"Whatcha doing?"

She shrugged. "Not much you?"

"Not much. Wanna play hopscotch?"

"Not really."

"I'll play with you Bae." Rebecca came over to join them.

Emma rolled her eyes. She knew Rebecca liked Bae.

He sighed. "Maybe another time."

She clenched her teeth together then smiled. "Yeah maybe some other time" She pulled a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear. "So what do you guys think of the new kid?" She pointed over a at the boy with short black hair standing by himself watching the other kids play.

"He's in my class." Bae commented. "Just came today, his name is Killian. He's from Ireland."

"He's kind of cute, don't cha think, Emma?"

"Oh yes very cute." She was staring at August again.

"Maybe we should go say hi." She shook Emma. "Emma!"

Emma looked at Rebecca. "Oh yeah sure."

Rebecca rolled her eyes, she always knew Emma was weird, now she was zoning out. She had to get her away from Bae somehow. Maybe this new kid would do the trick.

Bae, Rebecca and Emma walked over to Killian.

"Hi Killian. My name's bae. I'm also in Ms. Blanchard's class."

"Hi."

"My name is Rebecca, Rebecca Mills." Rebecca offered her left hand and he shook it. She was left handed. She gasped. He had an artificial hand. "This is my good friend, Emma."

Emma rolled her eyes at the friend part. She was only fake nice to her when Bae was around or a teacher or grown up. But she smiled at the new kid. "Welcome to Storybrooke."

"Thank you lass." He smiled at her.

"Hey Emma." August walked up beside her and playfully bumped his fist to her arm.

She beamed up at him. "H-h-hi Aug-ust?" She always got flustered around him.

He smiled. "Feels weird being back here. Hey I got some good news."

She just continued looking at him.

"I'm going steady now."

The smile quickly faded from her face.

"Yeah I'll have to bring her over to meet your family sometime. My dad really likes her too."

"Oh…"

"Well anyways I'll see you around kid. My next class starts in 20 minutes."

She watched him walk away and ran to a corner by the fence and cried.

On the other side of the school grounds Neal was hanging upside down on the monkey bears, just chilling out. He found it relaxing having his head facing down. That's how he would always sit on the couch while watching TV, well until his mom would come in and tell him to sit up properly. He could just daydream about anything. He always crossed his arms so they wouldn't flail about, he didn't want to look silly. The light breeze would just blow through his sandy blonde hair. He didn't have to think about homework or bullies or anything. Until…

"Hey shrimp."

He opened his eyes and of course it was Sid standing on the sky with his arms crossed. This kid was always making fun of Neal because he was small for his age, and Sid was just jealous because Neal always had cool things to do.

"Hanging there so you can stretch those limbs? Then you really will be a monkey hanging from the bars."

Neal closed his eyes trying to zone him out.

"Hey, I'm talking to you." He grabbed his arms causing his short legs to slip from the bars and he fell face first on the tiny stones making cuts on his cheeks.

Emma looked up from where she was crying just as Sid caused Neal to fall. She quickly wiped her tears and ran over to them. She helped Neal up. "What's the big idea?" She was slightly taller than Sid and walked up close so their faces her just inches apart.

"Your brother was trying to stretch his shrimpo legs but it didn't work. They weren't even long enough to keep wrapped around the bars.

She grabbed the collar on his uniform shirt. "Use the word shrimp while referring to my brother again and you'll be swimming with the shrimps." She shoved him away and tried pulling Neal away.

"You know, you two really are the odd brother sister duo. You're a toothpick and he's a shrimp."

That was it. She turned around and tackled him to the ground punching his face. Blood was dripping from his nose and students surrounded them with cheers "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Emma was crying but she could stop herself she just kept right on punching him. Neal snuck out of the crowd and ran over to his mother who was talking to another parent. He brought her over to where the fight is. "That is enough!" She was speaking to the crowd of students. She pushed her way through the crowd. "Go find something else to do." She knelt down to Emma and gently pulled her off the boy. "Emma…" She spoke calmly to her. Emma looked at her mother and cried harder. Mary Margaret pulled her into her arms. None of them could believe that just happened.

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Mary Margaret took Emma and Neal home early. She took Emma to the bathroom and cleaned her up, and helped her change into her pajamas and tucked her into bed. Emma fell asleep, she was completely exhausted from everything and it was only 1 o'clock in the afternoon. Mary Margaret kissed the top of her head then went to clean up Neal's face.

"It wasn't Emma's fault."

She sighed. "Tell me what happened."

"Sid was making fun of…" He didn't want to get embarrassed. "Emma. He was making fun of Emma."

"Why was he making fun of Emma? He's in your class."

He bit his lip. "He called her a toothpick." He wasn't lying, he just wasn't telling the whole truth.

"How did you get these cuts on your face? Were you trying to stand up for Emma?"

Now he was going too far… he didn't want to make up that he was the hero, because he wasn't. He was a coward. Emma was the hero. "No…"

"Then why is your face bleeding?" She cupped his face in her hands. "Talk to me."

"Then he'll think I'm a tattle tale next." Oh no, he let it slip.

"So he was picking on you? Neal, you have to tell me or I can't help you or Emma."

He started crying. "Yes. He makes fun of me all the time. Emma was just sticking up for me. He's mean."

She hugged him as he cried. "It's okay, buddy. I'm going to call his mother."

"No don't! Then he'll know I told you."

"Neal everything's going to be fine. Do you trust me?"

He nodded. "Yeah I trust you, Mom."