Hey guys! Mara here, and this is like my first story on Fanfiction. Gasp! Well, as this is a FANFICTION website, I own potentially nothing from My Candy Love. If I did...Oh bby, if I did... c;

Anyways! On that note, we'll roll on into the story:

NOTE: This is just My Candy and how I viewed her family, and how she came other than the standard beginning of My Candy Love. Some events that occur in this story are inaccurate, but DEAL with it, okay lovelies? 333

Blaize sat in the enclosed space nearly panting as she stared out the window. She was stuck in a mini-van with her four brothers, and two crazy parents. Honestly, could anything be more horrifying than a van full of your wacko family that sang road-trip songs so loud that you had to turn up Falling In Reverse to the max? Nope, nothing was worse. Especially when she checked her phone every five minutes to see if her past 'friends' who had texted her since she'd waved them off from her seat in the van. They hadn't. Snobs. Not mentioning the fact that she was speeding away from Los Angles, city of the angels, place where it was warm and never snowed—To some little town called Sweet Amoris. Like, really? She'd looked up the meaning when her mother had announced they'd be moving two months ago: It meant 'Sweet Vein Of Love'-Can it be anymore gut-wrenching?

"Blaize honey!" Her mom shouted over the radio that the whole van was nearly bouncing to. "Come on, sing along! Ninety-four bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-four bottles of beer! You take one down, and pass it around, ninety-three bottles of beer on the wall!" She motioned a hand, trying to coax Blaize to sing the next line, but when Blaize gave her an agitated look, Blaize's twin, Alexy, took over. "Ninety-three bottles of beer on the wall! You take one down, and pass it around, ninety-two bottles of beer on the wall!" He jabbed Blaize in the ribs, who gave him a playful look as the rest of their family sang on.

~Blaize' P.O.V~

I shake my head, trying to get the light silvery blue hair from my eyes. Alexy and I looked absolutely alike from our hair color to our eye color—But there was the wee detail about us having different genders, but hey, Alexy looks exactly how I would've looked as a boy, and vice versa. Alexy and I had many things in common...including the fact we both like boys. But in other cases, not so much. He adored the drops and beats of techno and dubstep music when I just stuck with my steady hard rock. Then there was Armin, our older brother who looked nothing like us. At all. He had his blue eyes from mom, and his black hair from dad. "Hey! Will you guys shut up?" Armin moaned annoyed. "I'm on level thirteen, and if I mess this up because you guys are singing like banshee-"

Dad swerved around a car that was going too slow, going into the lane going the opposite way of us, with a mac truck hurtling our way, before he jerked us back into our original lane in front of the slow car and somehow left us unharmed. "HEY! Dad, pull over, I'm driving!" Armin shouted and his video game flew from his hand and out the window from dad's driving. "OHGOD, turn around! Go back! Dad! DAD!" Armin leaned out the window, and everyone in the back seats—Including me—Turned around to watch Armin's brand new video game to get crushed under the tire of the mover truck that was now behind us, pulling dad's same stunt of cutting out into the wrong lane to get ahead of the slow person. "My game! Lottie!" Armin stuck his head out the window, waving his arms and screaming. Charlotte, my elder sister and twin of Armin, smiled at her twin thinking he was waving at her, honked the moving truck before waving back. Me, Alexy, and my little brother Vincent all looked at each other before laughing.

About three hours later everyone piled out of our van to stretch our legs out in our new driveway, a cobblestone path leading up to a large house that we all visited just last week to claim bedrooms and set stuff up—This was our last trip, moving the stuff for the extra rooms and personal items. I didn't have anything, though, so I didn't see why I had to help carry stuff on in.

"Hey, Blaize, can you help me with these boxes? Then I swear you and I can go hang go seriously check out the lake!" My sister gave me a wink as I came down the spiraling stair case that led into the main hall. "No thanks," I smirked. "I already checked that out—But I'll help nonetheless."

"You're a life saver!" My older sister chirped, and shoved some dusty boxes at me. "Aagh! What's in this!?"

"Oh, I think dad's books are in there."

I rolled my eyes and followed Lottie back up the stairs—Why had dad needed all his crap here? He wasn't going to be here much considering he had to work overseas and most of the time wasn't even home.

Vince shot out from the library, nearly knocking over Lottie who spun out of the way just barely. "Vincent!" She screamed warniingly as the box's stacked over her head wobbled dangerously. "Sorry!" He shouted before darting down the stairs in a rush. I set the boxes down near the door, and start unstacking the pile from Lottie onto the ground. "Can you believe mom and dad have five kids?" Lottie panted, brushing her blue bangs from her pink eyes. She looked a lot like me in the eyes and hair department...but she had more in the bust department...and dressed more like Alexy than my black-fit. "I thought that Vince would have a twin, too." I say, and roll my shoulders. "I'm heading out to the town. They have coney's here, right?" "How should I know? This place doesn't have a mall. I mean, how are we supposed to live?" I rolled my eyes at how much she sounded like Alexy. "Riiiight. Do you wanna come with?" She shrugged. "I guess it couldn't hurt. The boy's are probably up to their video games, anyway."

Some time later...

"They didn't have a coney's, but this is good too!" Lottie said around a mouth full of hamburger as we walked around town.

"Yeah." I took a bite out of the greasy burger Lottie insisted we get after discovering there wasn't a coney islands, a Mcdonald's, or anything else but a little cafe that also sold greasy hamburgers from the dual burger shop connected to it.

I've never seen a town so pathetically small. "Hey, isn't that the high-school? Oooh! Blaize, lets go check it out, okay? We can see what its like on the inside and-"

"No." She stopped, holding her burger in her two hands and glared at me with her pink eyes. Whenever she glared, she looked a bit like me, but only more determined and less scary. "What do you mean, 'no'? You said no to the clothes shop, and I've never seen so many different clothes—Do you suppose they're customed made? Oh, crap, dont answer that! I need to stay on topic here." She took a deep breath, and I began walking again. "Hey, wait! Please Blaizey?-I promise we'll go somwhere you want to afterwards." She latched onto my arm and I began to wiggle out. "Go somwhere I want to go afterwards? How about a bus taking us back to LA?" She sighed, released my arm, and took off toward the school in a confident stride.

I stopped and looked over at her. She wasn't really going. She was bluffing. Who would go to school on Sunday—Who would be in school on Sunday? But she tugged at one of the door handles, and dissapeared inside.

I sighed, weighed my options while taking a bite out of my burger. Follow her, or not? I laughed at the lunatic thought I had and picked up my pace again heading toward where the shops were. She was insane if she thought I was going to spoil my sunday going to school.

~Lottie's OOC~

The blunnette closed the door behind her before whipping around to peer out the tinted glass in hopes to see her younger sibibling sigh and reluctantly follow her. Instead Blaize looked at the glass—Right into Lottie's eyes and turned away, laughing. Charolette bit her cheek in annoyance but didn't go after her sister.

Turning around she looked up and down the hall. It was a pretty small school, she decided as she walked up and down the hall, peeking into the windows of empty classrooms and counting two stair cases, and a door beneath one that she guessed led to a basement. Up the stairs was a one-sided hall that only had four or five classrooms, and on the other side of the hall was windows showing out to partially the school's court-yard that was now empty.

When Lottie made it down the stairs, she caught sight of a student just as he saw her.

"Ah...Hello there?" Lottie smiled sheepishly, feeling her heart speed up to the rate of a bunny's. She pulled a hand through her messy shoulder length hair at the sight of a golden haired boy with matching tawny gold eyes. He was lanky, tall, and had a kind face that was utterly etched in surprise. And his clothes...Slacks with a white buttun-up shirt and blue tie. Lottie felt herself blushing, and felt really undressed in front of him. Man, did she like a guy in a tie..

"Oh, hello...I'm sorry, but I've never seen you here before?" She fiddled with her sweat jacket and skirt and hair and just about anything she could get her hands on. "Oh, sorry. I'm new here—You know that house on 0* &*%#? Well, that's my new home, and I just thought to check out the school I was going to, and-"

He smiled slowly, a kind look coming to his face. "Oh! Yes, you're the new student...Charolette, correct? Welcome to Sweet Amoris...I find it funny you're here on the weekend, though. Are you here for some forms?"

Lottie smiled, and chuckled. "Hey! You're here, aren't you? And I...I may need some forms. Could I do my registration today instead of tomorrow? I really like getting ahead on my work."

This only made golden boy brighten up. "Do you?" He motioned her to folllow. "I'm sure we'll get along rather nicely, then. Please follow me this way." Lottie smiled, and nearly bounced down the stairs to follow him. "So...You never told me your name, and..." She blinked. "And you know my name! How does that work out?"

"Oh," Golden boy opened a door to a small room with a white table and chairs, papers scattered in neat stacks across the table. "I'm Nathaniel Collins, student body president. And for your question about me knowing you, well, I can see all of our records here...And by the looks of it.." He leafed through some papers as Lottie examined the room. "So cool...Back at my old school the student council had a lounge and stuff, but this looks more realistic!" Nathaniel blinked, and turned holding a manilla envelope. "A lounge? Where do you come from?"

"Los Angeles." Lottie said distractedly, and pulled her file out. "Aha, looks like my grades bled through good." She looked up at him, offering a warm smile. "I truly apperciate it—I was wondering, do you have any forms by the name of Armin Oaklyn, Blaize Oaklyn and Alexander Oaklyn?"

Nathaniel dug out some more files, and produced the ones she'd asked for. "They all seem to be interesting names." He remarked, and Lottie laughed. "Yeah, 'Armin' is like Persian and 'Blaize' is french, Alexy's name is russian, and finally my name is french as well." She tapped a finger to her chin. "And 'Nathaniel'...Hm. Your name is Hebrew, am I right?"

Nathaniel looked taken aback, but nodded after a second, a smile coming to his face. "You know much about this sort of thing." He almost seemed dazzled with her knowledge. She blushed, and twirled her head-phone string. "Sure. Sometimes you can learn more about a person from their name...Your name...Uh, Hebrew..?" She sounded the name out in the Hebrew language. "Oh, your name means 'God Has Given'." She tilted her head, and let out a small spurt of laughter. "I suppose you're a gift to the earth."

"Uh...No, I don't think that's so..." But he was blushing at her all the same. "But thank you for your kindness."

She smiled and tucked the manilla enevelopes under her arm. He wasn't so intimidating when he blushed like that. "Well, pleasure to meet you all the same. I should be the one thanking you for all the help you've given me." She held out a fist giving a cheery smile. Nathaniel slowly fisted his hand and tapped her's. "Bam!" She spreaded her fingers apart and pulled back once their fists touch. "See you monday!" She called as she trotted out leaving Nathaniel staring after.

~Blaize's OOC~

Blaize walked along the sidewalk looking into the shop windows with uninterested rosé eyes. She passed by the clothes' shop, the cafe, and finally stopped at the dollar shop. She couldn't help but smirk as she went inside, a dollar shop? Really? She entered the store and the old shop keeper smiled at her with his wrinkled face. "Welcome to the dollar shop! If there is anything I can get you, let me know!"

"Thanks." Blaize muttered, instantly taking interest in the big sign over an aisle called the 'Music' section. Rounding the corner, she scanned the rows of CDs for the one she was looking for. Where was it? Then her eyes landed on the empty CD holder that was labled 'Winged Skull'. Just then she crashed into something hard, and stumbled back a few steps. "Uch, hey, watch where the fuck you're going, shorty." Said a muscline voice.

Blaize regained her balance and looked up to shoot a glare at the guy. "No, you watch it-" Her voice cut short at the end when her eyes met coal black ones.

Whoa. . .

Coal black eyes mounted on a scowling face that had red hair layered over them. Next she took in his attire: A leather jacket over a red t-shirt with the Winged Skull Logo on it, and black jeans with converse.

Whoaaa. . .

"Hey." She looked down, catching sight of a disk glinting in it's holder in his hand. "Is that Winged Skull? You have the last CD?"

The boy smirked. "Aw, did you want it? Who knows before the next shipment comes in?" He circled her to leave, and her eyes widened. He was right. Winged Skull wasn't a very popular band, and they were in a really small town...

"Wait!" She snagged his jacket sleeve, nearly tripping. He looked at her. "What?" He asked, looking irritated. "I...I need that CD."

"Yeah? So do I."

"But...I'll pay you for it..." She murmured the last part quieter, and still hadn't let go of her death grip on his sleeve. She. Was. Getting. That. CD.

"You'll what now?" He leaned forward, arms crossed, the previous smirk on his face. She snapped her head up from where she'd been looking at the floor. "I'll pay you for it." Her voice came out louder than she'd expected, more of a croak. "Twenty-dollars...Five extra compared to how much its cost."

"Twenty? You're bribing me with twenty dollars for Winged Skull?"

She clenched her teeth, and dug through her wallet that held her money. She only had a 100 dollars, and while she was rich she was really quite the cheapskate...But for winged skull.. "Thirty."

He considered this for a second, for a long while, and Blaize heart leapt into her throat when he began to open his mouth. "No thanks." He smiled, and turned to walk off to the register. She watched numbly as he walked over with the CD in hand, got it scanned, and paid for it. He walked out of the door that automatically closed behind him. After what felt like hours, she was able to move again.

He...didn't...

She spun on her heel and marched throughout the store gathering random objects she'd hope would inflict pain.

Returning to the register, she dumped the objects onto the counter and looked at the old man. "Hi." She said, as he began scanning the objects and sneaking looks at her as she also tossed up some candy for her sibilings. "Are you...Um...Are you trying to blow something up?" The man asked nervously, a smile on his face. Blaize smiled sweetly. "Oh yeah."

He handed her the bags as she exchanged it for the money. "Uhm...anything else for you, Miss?"

"Actually, yes. Do you know that red-head who just walked out of here?"

"Yes...?"

"And do you know if he goes to Sweet Amoris High?"

"All the teens do here..."

"Okay," She smiled sweetly and waved. "Thats all."

Blaize left leaving the shop owner wondering if he should have given her that piece of information.

MWHAHAHAHA. So, what does Blaize have in store for Castiel? -Wiggles brows- And would about Lottie x Nathaniel? Do you think its a go or no-go? I was considering going Lottie x Lysander, (BECAUSE, LIKE, LYSANDER NEVER GETS ANYONE...-Cries-) But I felt like Lottie x Nathaniel was better. Or, of course, I could just make it that they have a bunch of sexy scenes but never estabilish being a couple (Sort of like what MCL does...) Or maybe I could also hook Alexy up with someone, eh? C; (-Cough- Kentin x Alexy -Cough-) Tell me what you think! Also, do you think I'm working Castiel's attitude out right? I dont want him to be too bitchy... XD