Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans or any movies songs or publicly known things in this fanfiction.

Author's Note: Well, since this is in their PoV's, this means innermost thoughts. Therefore, I give you OOCness. Like in my previous fanfiction, Hex: A Tale of Childhood Frenemies, they won't have powers, but they'll have, like, humanized versions of their powers. From my AN in Hex, "Jinx can will bad things to happen, Wally's super-fast for a human, Beast Boy can do really good imitations of animals, Aqualad can swim very well and fish…follow…his commands…I think you get it…"

Fools in Love – Chapter One

Jinx

Okay, deep breaths, Jezebel Hex.

You can do this. It's no big deal. It's their loss if they let me slip through their grasp. I'm the ideal employee: smart, gorgeous (I've been told), organized, can handle any workload…

Sure, I wasn't like this a few years ago in high school.

I used to hang with the 'bad crowd', and I was even the leader in an otherwise all-boys gang, the H.I.V.E. 5. Other members beside me were Mammoth, Gizmo (a snarky twelve-year-old five years my junior but in my grade level.), Seymour (See-More), Kyd Wykyyd (Kay Wykay), and Billy Numerous.

We were the worst gang ever.

We stole, lied, cheated, and other various petty crimes. But in my senior year, I met Wally 'Flash' West, the star of the track team, and he turned my life around. Sometimes, I bitterly hated him for this, but during others, I was so grateful that because of him, I wasn't in prison.

Seymour had gone straight like me, and so did Mammoth. Gizmo tried his best, but last I heard, he was in rehab with Kay. Billy had a steady girlfriend, Kitten (this dumb blonde that was bitchy as a PMS-ing cat.), but I'm pretty sure he's still in the local Juvenile Detention Center, despite him being twenty-two now. (He didn't commit super-bad stuff, but his crimes were minor. In fact, if he wasn't in Juuvie, he wouldn't have met Kitten…)

"Miss Hex?" The weirdo dude announced my presence, and I followed him nervously. He introduced himself to me as Roy Harper. I remembered him from high school, and wasn't he on the archery team? "Speedy Harper, at your service, Milady." He bowed to me flirtingly, and I rolled my eyes. (I still laughed though, because something about the way he bowed made me laugh.)

"Jezebel Hex." I said quietly, and he raised an eyebrow.

"Jinx?" He inquired, and I nodded. "Funny, you think I'd recognize that pink hair."

"We were in the same English class." I pointed out.

"So do you still go by Jinx?" He asked, and I nodded again. "You're what, twenty-two now?"

"Nothing wrong with getting a job in a famous company." I shrugged, and he laughed.

"That's so true." He smirked. "Of course, I got my job because my boss is one of my best friends."

"Do I know him?" I inquired.

"Oh, yes you do." Roy said, and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Who is it?"

"You'll find out." He said cryptically, and he held open the door for me. I entered alone, and he moved to the middle of the French glass doors.

I took a seat in front of the huge desk, and nervously, I fiddled with my fingers as the man's, my boss, swivel chair faced the enormous glass wall behind his desk.

"Good morning, Miss Hex." He said in a monotonous tone, and I struggled to remember his name. His voice sounded so familiar.

He turned his chair around, and I swallowed my gasp. His hair…it was bright red, like a fire engine. His eyes were dark-blue, like sapphires, or an ocean view from an airplane. His skin had sort-of a pale tan, and freckles ran from below one eye to the other, running across the bridge of his nose.

I tried to speak, and his name came out more like a croak. "Wally?"

He raised an eyebrow, and a smile broke across his face when his eyes landed on my hair. It was pink, a result of highlighting dye left on my then-five-year-old blond hair too long. I had spent an hour straightening my hair and pulled it into a low ponytail. Since my hair went a little below mid-back level, it was still a rather long ponytail.

"Jezebel?" He asked, and I inwardly groaned. He was the only person to ever call me by my real name, as I despised it with a passion. "Hey, how you've been?"

"Fine." I said with a wary smile. Something struck me as odd. "Wally, you're twenty-two. How are you the president of a successful company like Westco Homes Industries?"

"This is one of my uncle's various companies. I'm trying my hand at the business world." He explained. "And if it fails, it doesn't matter, because my uncle's fucking rich anyways, and I'll just grab a job as an architect."

"….Isn't this an architectural job?" I inquired semi-politely.

"Yeah, but I'm the only architect in this company. Everyone else are the contractors and…stuff." Wally said thoughtfully. "If you join, you'll pretty much be my partner. You're good at drawing, right?"

"I'm decent." I said, not quite understanding this yet.

"You're hired." He said, propping his elbow on the table and placing his chin onto his palm.

I, lost in his impossibly blue eyes, was startled and my own pink eyes widened. "W-What?"

"You—" He pointed at me. "—now work for me and with me."

I raised an eyebrow and opened my mouth to ask a question. I thought better of it, though, and shut my mouth. Why look a gift horse in the mouth? "Starting when?"

"Tomorrow." He said, still staring into my eyes. "Be here at eight-thirty and you go home at six."

"M'kay." I said, standing up to leave. "Should I bring any materials? Like notebooks and stuff?"

"Well, I got you an office, and it's connected to mine by that door—" He pointed at a door next to a coffee-machine at the far side of the room, and continued. "—but the only exit and entrance is through here; Sorry. I already got some stuff in it, and you can decorate it if you like."

I nodded.

"Oh, and could you get started by looking over my newest design tomorrow too?" Wally asked. "Try to finish by nine-thirty, because I'm taking you out to the construction area so you can see where it'll be built."

I nodded again and smiled at the guy that turned my life around once, and was doing it again. "Yes Wa—Mr. West."

"You can call me Wally, Jez." He said, and I nodded mutely opening the glass doors.

As I stepped out, Roy, who had moved aside by some instinct (I guess.), looked at me and smiled. "Well Jinxie? How'd it go?"

"I was hired on the spot." I said faintly. "After we talked about some things."

"Well, looks like you're a lucky girl." Roy commented. "Wally doesn't usually hire people then and there. Even I had to wait a few hours before he called me."

I nodded again as Roy led me to the parking lot.

"Well, this building is fancy and all, but it's mostly just Wally's office." He said. "And yours. Everyone else is a contractor and construction workers and stuff. This is where they get their assignments for the day and it's pretty much just a place to hang their stuff before they leave. It's pretty lonely, because it's usually just me and Wally and Donna."

"Donna Troy?" I asked in confusion. "From Math?"

"Yeah, she's the receptionist and she keeps appointments and stuff. She's pretty much also the secretary, but your job as Wally's secretary is to help him with the designs and materials and stuff." Roy explained. "You're pretty much like his partner."

"Yes, he said that." I nodded again before giving him a faint smile.

I was Wally's partner, huh?

Wally

The first thing I noticed after Miss 'J. Hex' (Donna left out the first name when she forwarded the resume to me.) sat down and I turned around, was that she had pink hair.

Her skin was rather pale, almost grey in certain lights, and her pink eyes reminded me of my sister's cat. She wore a black blouse and clingy black jeans with knee-high boots. Her hair was pulled into a low ponytail, and from her appearance, it was pretty hard to imagine her as a secretary. (The only secretary I ever knew personally was Mrs. Lewis, Uncle Barry's secretary, and she's a real fuddy-duddy.) There was only one person in the world that could possibly look like her, and it was confirmed when she choked out my name.

"Wally?"

"Jezebel?" I choked out myself, and I still never understood why I could never bring myself to call her Jinx like everyone else did. (Maybe because unlike everyone else, I actually thought of her as a person, and not simply as a 'Jinx'.)

After we exchanged pleasantries, she inquired about my mysterious ability to have a successful company at the age of twenty-two.

"This is one of my uncle's various companies. I'm trying my hand at the business world." I explained. "And if it fails, it doesn't matter, because my uncle's fucking rich anyways, and I'll just grab a job as an architect."

"….Isn't this an architectural job?" She asked, and I choked back a laugh. Still as observant as ever, I see.

"Yeah, but I'm the only architect in this company. Everyone else are the contractors and…stuff." I said thoughtfully. "If you join, you'll pretty much be my partner. You're good at drawing, right?"

"I'm decent." She said, and from her tone, I could see that she didn't really understand my intentions.

"You're hired." I said, propping my elbow on the table and placing my chin onto my palm.

She was startled, and her pink eyes widened. "W-What?"

"You—" I pointed at her. "—now work for me and with me."

Then, I couldn't really remember the conversation afterwards, but I did recall telling her about her hours and telling her I would be taking her to my newest construction site and something about going over my new designs…

I said something else too, but thanks to my relatively short attention span, I didn't really remember it.

Why would I, when Jezebel is standing—sorry, sitting—across from me?

Oh, she's getting up to go now. She calls me by my first name at first, but cuts it off with a "Mr. West."

I smile at her and say, "You can call me Wally, Jez."

She nods, opening the glass French doors and walking out. As soon as she's gone, I lean back in my swivel chair and sigh.

I'm in love with her.

I've always known this, and I had the smallest crush possible on her when we were seniors together at Jump City High. Yeah, I know it was more than a small crush, because I kept on telling her what I thought of her. (Not all of it though.)

That she was too good for that gang of hers, the H.I.V.E. 5. She was too good for them. She was meant to do greater things. She could do so much better. She was put on this Earth to be more than a petty thief and a crooked cheater. She was meant to be amazing.

I kept this hidden, but I always knew she was meant to be mine.

I can't make her see that now, because even if we're 'partners', I'm still the one that pays her salary. If I try to tell her about the love I harbored for her for like, five years, she might be pressured to say the same, simply because she knows I can fire her at anytime.

Damn, I'm in quite the jam, aren't I?

I know this makes me sound really insensitive, but I just got to say this one last thing:

My secretary is hot.

Seriously.

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Um, I don't actually know what being an architect entails, though I would like to be one myself, so please forgive me if I make any mistakes regarding them. After writing a High School Flinx fic, I decided that since most of the AU Flinx fics were of high school, why not do something different? And lo, Fools in Love was born.

I want to do this in the one PoV a chapter format, but I don't know if I can…I think I'll just make half in Jinx's PoV, and the other half in Wally's.

I know I jump from one tense to another (at the end of Wally's PoV), but sometimes, writing from someone's point of view just calls for it.

Yeah, you might notice that some of the dialogue is repeated. That's because it's THEIR view of that conversation. That means the dialogue WILL be repeated, but the action and thoughts following it most likely won't be. So please, TAKE THE TIME TO READ IT.

The quote at the beginning of the summary is said by Jinx or Wally. I guess you'll just have to wait to find out whom.

REGARDING HEX

Well, I know the ending was crappy, but trust me, I didn't realize the fanfiction was over until I tried to write the fourth chapter, only to realize…

There was no fourth chapter.

So yeah, I pretty much ended it earlier than I meant it too, and most likely, this will happen to this fanfiction also, but I pretty much guarantee than this will be longer than five chapters.

I make no promises about a seventh chapter though. LOLL. ;D

~Alyssu