A brown haired girl walked down the sidewalk, her iPod stuffed into her jumpsuit pocket. (That's right, a JUMPSUIT!) She was listening to Toxic, waving her head from side to side to the beat. But then, across the street, two identical men caught her eye, if not for the slight difference in height. Wait, black disheveled hair. Baggy clothes. Bags under the eyes even larger than hers. (Damn insomnia! DX) No, it couldn't be.

It WAS.

It was none other than the great L, and the even greater B. Walking down the sidewalk across from her. HOLDING. HANDS.

Doing her best not to screech deafeningly, she dashed across the street, ignoring all incoming traffic. She bounded onto the sidewalk, and then…!

Slipped on a banana peel.

Luckily, in the process of falling on her poor chin, she pushed the younger of the two men before her. This caught his attention, and he turned around. He angrily pulled the small girl from the concrete and was about to punch her in the stomach, before-

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!~"

The shrill squeal pierced the air, causing the two men to wince and cover their ears.

"Beyond-chaaan!~ Lawli-pop!~ KYAAAAAA!~", screeched the brunette.

Beyond growled. He. Was. PISSED. OFF! "Do NOT call him that!", he screamed at the girl in front of him. "Only I am allowed to call him that!"

L attempted to calm his clone, to no avail, as steam could practically be seen coming out of the other boy's ears.

"And don't call me Beyond-chan! Who are you! How do you know our names!"

The girl blinked, and then pulled out of her back pocket a black and white book. "This is how," she replied cheerfully. "That's not important. What's important is the fact that you two were holding hands! Squeee!~"

The two young men went beet red. "Y-y-you saw that?", they asked in unison.

The young brunette just squealed loudly in response. "Hmmm," she hummed, finally taking her forgotten-about ear buds out. "I know! I won't tell anyone about this if you take me to an amusement park for the day!"

The two clones sighed. "Fine," they huffed simultaneously. "We'll take you to the amusement park. But don't be annoying! Or squeal again!"

Later, at the amusement park, the little 13 year old was having the time of her life. They were in line for the biggest roller-coaster. She could sense the fear in her idols'- erm, "guardians'" eyes. It was just a plus side to being a rabid fangirl. They soon reached the front of the line, and they boarded the colorful cart made for four people (the black haired men made the girl sit a seat away from them.) As the rollercoaster creaked up the track, the be-jumpsuited fangirl shaking with pure excitement. The copy, however, was clinging onto his original's shirt in terror. As the brunette saw the spectacle of the scene that was her OTP, she screamed her ass off. She got over-flustered as the usual seme of the relationship turned into the uke, which was her personal favorite. The girl was a bright red color, as she twitched and blacked out, a drop of blood trickling down her face.

The girl woke up to the sight of the cart coming to a halt, and Beyond still clutching L's shirt. She squealed once again, managing to screech the words: "Beyond-chan! You're so cute!"

Beyond punched the shorter girl in the face. "Don't call me cute!"

"Y-y-your hand smells like jam. And bloo- wait, that's my nose."

Pissed, Beyond dragged his lover out of the cart. The 13 year old quickly followed, knowing deep down in the non-monstrous part of her brain that her current obsession hated her. But she didn't care. Especially since she just saw L lick a piece of stray cotton candy off of his lover's nose.