Hello you beautiful readers. I noticed how well this story was doing so I didn't want to waste any time updating it. On another note I had unexpected problems arise that caused me to stop. But I will be doing an update train soon. Oh my this was long so let's commence the fanfiction.

It was a busy day at Eve Industries. Business was booming, as usual, and Evie was up to her neck in paperwork, design, and shipment. Her son Dylan busy with his own problems, which was his dollar not going into the vending machine.

"Come on you big hunk of junk" He said kicking the machine. It ,however, was still not allowing the dollar to enter. After one more growl Dylan decided to use his intelligence to hack into the machine and selected a candy bar without paying. He jumped at the sight of his mother, who was glaring at him.

"Dylan, we did not change to good for you to be robbing my building" Evie said, a look of disappointment on her face.

"Well it's your building's fault for supplying the place with such crummy technology" He said huffing.

Dylan was used to being around more sophisticated technology, being the son of Doug.

"Excuse me young man I will not except that tone from you, as punishment I'm taking away your electronics. ALL of them" She said crossing her arms.

"But mom that's not fair! And I'm not young I'm practically an adult, I even have a mustache" He said pointing to the dark blue hairs growing bit by bit on his upper lip. Dylan was twelve years old but his facial hair features were a little faster than his growth. He had a very dark shade of blue hair, though he was thinking of dying it black. He always wore a beanie and clothes that gave him a "bad boy" look. His eyes a light brown.

"Well your not yet so you're still being punished, now go sit in the main office with Beatrice until I'm done" She said, gesturing her son to the elevator. He reluctantly complied and walked into the elevator, pressing the button F.

He sank into his seat while eyeing the old woman who sat at the front desk. Great I've got nothing to do but sit hear and stare at either the ceiling or an old lady. I think I'll take my chances with the ceiling, Dylan thought to himself. Just then the double doors slid open which made Dylan look down. His eyes were instantly stook on the girl standing next to who he guessed was her mom, not that he was paying much attention to the older woman.

The lady signaled for her daughter to take a seat while she talked to Beatrice. Dylan instantly sat up and mad sure he looked good using he pocket mirror. She took a seat next to him and he turned to her and smiled brightly.

"Name's Dylan, son of Evie, grandson of the Evil Queen" He said. The girl smiled and that made Dylan feel warm inside. He could definitely tell the Dyl effect was working.

"My name's Sarah White, daughter of Sandra White, granddaughter of Snow White" She said, sort of imitating Dylan's tone.

Dylan took in all of Sarah's features. Her beautiful blue eyes, long curly black hair and skin tone about equal to his, if not a little lighter.

"Well then it would seem as if our families wouldn't be fond of us being friends" He said smoothly, his tone relaxed.

"I'm sure they wouldn't mind" Sarah said, not understanding what Dylan was trying to get at.

Just then Evie walked through the lobby towards the door. "Come on Dylan time to head home" She said.

Dylan sighed. "Well I'll see you around Sarah" He said giving the girl a small wave before rushing after his mother.

Bye, she said to herself. She felt a strange feeling inside of her. She decided to ignore it as she followed her mother further into the building.

So there's the chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed it. I will be updating soon so look forward to it. But until then, byeeeeee