AN: I do NOT own Sisters Grimm or "Complicated", Micheal Buckley and Avril Lavigne, and I suggest that you listen to Complicated on repeat for the entire songfic (For all of these songfics for that matter.) Feel free to tell me what you think, and I know that Red is usually shy, but in this chapter she's confident and inside, insecure and just wanting to fit in with the Populars. (Yes, I'm switching it up so the Goth's are the Populars. It's a little different, but trends are trends, right?

Daphne POV

I watched Red head out the door, a frown on her face. I was still shocked, she had actually yelled at me earlier this morning. She couldn't see that I liked her for who she was, and I didn't want her to change, no matter how complicated things got. She keeps trying to be like everyone else, and it was like she didn't want to be friends anymore. She kept trying to be so cool, but she was making a fool out of my old fantabulous friend.

"Tell me-why do you keep wanting to be one of the Populars? " I had asked her.

"I keep falling and taking everything everyone throws at me, we can still be friends, but I really want to have other friends too, NORMAL FRIENDS." She had replied smoothly, then glaring at me during the last part in which she yelled.

No, that wouldn't work; I've seen what the Populars do when one of their friends has other friends who aren't one of them: they talk and gossip about the others behind their backs with their new friend until the new friend drops all of her old friends.

Then there was the night she came home at around 11:30 pm and barely said anything other than "'Night." That's when she started ignoring me, saying nothing other than things she said to everyone else.

The morning after she looked so different: heavy Black makeup, Black combat boots, Black everything besides the Red dress with Black streaks on it. I almost couldn't keep in my gape when she stomped downstairs in those boots. I have nothing against being Goth/Punk, it just wasn't Red. She never dressed like that before, ever! Maybe it was her real style or something, and I might've believed that if it weren't for the fact that before when she pointed out the Goth people, and I always said "I admire their focus on not letting the mean (Unpopular kids, the Goths were the Populars) kids' comments get to them." she would always respond with "I guess, but still. Why in the world would they do that? I can never understand it."

It hurt to focus on the fact that the Populars had really got to her, the fact that they had succeeded to turn her from Red to some blurry creature that I had no possibility in understanding whatsoever. From Red to a stranger.

I could still hear the door slamming shut, Red overdoing it the way she overdid everything else now.

Does the old Red even exist anymore?

A month later I would come home to find Red bawling her eyes out, her new 'friends' had turned on her. I hugged her so hard and so tightly that there was nothing Red could do but hug me back. Once her tears had subsided, she kept apologizing for everything so many times that I couldn't stop saying "I forgive you." For an hour straight.

"I'm so sorry, Daphne! I didn't know that I needed you this much!" Red said between her sobs.

The next morning there was no Black on her body, only Red. I had missed her so much, and it filled me with a great, yellow, happy feeling for the rest of the month.

"Red, it's fine. I didn't realize that I needed you so much, either. I have been missing you." I replied, starting to join her with tears, but mine were happy, and they soothed her for the rest of her sobs. Calmed her, repeated that everything was going to be fine for us. I had needed her back so much.