You cracked one eye open, facing the light of morning with great disgust like you usually did on sundays. You looked down at your snoozing friend next to you and poked her with your foot, like you often did when she stayed over.

She groaned and rolled over to face you, made a sleep drunken noise that otherwise couldn't be healthy and rolled over for another five minutes.

"don't make me kick you out of be because you know that I will," the last part was said in unison because that was what you always told her when she couldn't get out of bed in the morning and you kicked FRUKing hard! The result of years of committed training.

she cracked her eyes open and sat up, looking down at her warm fluffy blanket as if she'd never be allowed to sleep again.

"it's sunday, why get up?" she asked sleepily.

"well if we're going to kidnap them we need a plan!" you cheered happily.

she groaned and fell back onto her pillow with her blanket over her face, while you got up.

You got tired of her resistance so you grabbed the blanket and yanked it away with as much force as you could, and kicking her off the mattress you had moved from the guest-room to your room for your sleepover.

"but, seriously, (BFF/N)" you said over breakfast "what now?"

"what do you mean? You're the only one who has experience with guys, remember?" she said nervously. You knew she had never been comfortable with the topic relationships, but someone had to say it or she'd keep avoiding it until it bit her in the butt (and in a relationship with Allen that couldn't be good)

You didn't know what to do either. In every relationship you ever had you just took what came your way, you went down the road to see where it would lead you (up until now this had been a break up, or a punch in the asshole's face)

"we'll see them tomorrow at school. We'll see what happens from there," you said, hoping this answer would also work out for her, and that she really would go talk to Allen tomorrow.

"I like that plan, but..." she said.

"but what?"

"if Al's gonna be like 'that' at school..." she said shyly, you could almost see the gears turning in her head, she was obviously picturing one of the worst case scenarios.

"don't worry. He doesn't look like the cheesy type," you said reassuringly. Truth was, he looked like the type of guy that would pass by her and pinch her butt, but you couldn't tell her that. Besides, he really didn't seem like he'd show off with someone like (BFF/N) just for the heck of it.

"were you paying attention yesterday?" she asked almost sarcastically. She saw through you, great...

"uhm... I got a bit sidetracked," you admitted awkwardly, replaying your "mission" in your head.

she sighed and took a shower while you got dressed. Your hair was frizzy, as it was every morning. The day you had not experienced a bad hair day had yet to arise.

You called out to your friend who came running with her face now simple and glitter free. You lived one block away from the shopping district, so you and your friend often went shopping there.

Walking around the shopping district on sunday had it's bright sides. There were no kids crying over a toy they wouldn't get, no creepers trying to talk to you, no gossiping girls that were laughing at you when you looked away.

You went around the corner and saw a group of guys arguing loudly in the middle of the street. At first they looked like the adversaries, but when you looked closer something seemed off with them.

Francois was completely clean and you could almost see roses appear around him in the background.

a seemingly sober, long haired, Shang was yelling at Nicolas who was smiling eerily at him and his hair was ash-blonde in contrast with his usual brown, with a matching tan coat and a light pink scarf.

Oliver's hair was sandy blond and his eyes were green, his clothes were normal (a pair of tan slacks and a green vest over his white button up shirt) and most of all, he was swearing like nobody's business!

Allen was replaced by a bright obnoxious blond, holding a burger, and he wore normal square glasses rather than sunglasses.

Max's double was standing quite far away from them and had his hair cut short, he wore a red hoodie and some jeans, and his glasses were also normal. If it wasn't for the fact that you would seek out Max first when seeing the adversaries you wouldn't have noticed him. He was quietly watching his friends fight from the sidelines.

You wondered who they were, since you had never seen them before and even though you couldn't possibly remember every face you saw there, they looked like something worth remembering.

Being rebellious as you were, you walked in their direction, intending to ask why they seemed to intend to rip each other's throats out.

"Hi, what's up?" you asked the canadian. We seemed like the only one who would actually answer you, and you hoped to find out why he looked so much like Max.

"oh... uhm... we're a bit lost and now they are fighting over who's fault it is," he said timidly.

"well, where were you going?" you asked.

"uhm... there's a high school nearby, right?" he asked in return.

"yup, it's right down the street, then you take a left, over the bridge, then to the right and follow that road until you hit a huge, 4 story building and that's the one," you explained. Your friend stayed behind you and kept quiet.

She wasn't good with strangers and tended to hide behind you until your conversation ended.

"oh, thanks a lot. We should get going now, eh," he said and he tried to catch the attention of his bickering friends.

"by the way, you do know that it's sunday, right?" you asked.

"yes, but we need the place to be quiet," the boy said.

"what are you gonna do? Rob the place?" you asked, trying to sound serious despite the obvious joke and your friend pulled on your sleeve, signaling she'd rather leave.

"yo, dude! How's it going?" the american had shifted his attention to your friend and was now standing right behind her. Your existence, as well as his brother's (you guessed, they looked a lot alike), was completely denied.

the burger had disappeared from his hands as well as the wrapper, and the closer you looked the closer his features resembled Allen's. It was like someone had made the same painting on the computer twice, but had used two different color pallets.

"f-fine. How about you?" she asked shyly. She wanted him to shut up as soon as possible, but she had to be polite, it wasn't in her nature to just say "FRUK off!" and continue walking, even when someone tried to hit on her she remained polite.

"I'm good, thanks. What're you doing here?" he asked, his blue eyes shimmering in a cheerful childish way.

"we were showing your friend here how he could get to our school," your stepped in. your friend seemed obviously relieved you were trying to draw his attention away.

"oh, never mind that. The place is gonna be there tomorrow so why waste our free sunday going there?" he said.

"so you're not gonna rob the place?" you asked, sounding convinced by your theory. Your friend gave one last tug on your sleeve, but then stepped away from you with an 'I'm not with stupid' expression all over her face.

"No way, dude! Heroes don't steal! Never!" he exclaimed with an obvious pout.

"then why go there?" you asked, growing more suspicious of their goals by the minute.

"his idea," he said, pointing at the englishman who was currently in the process of strangling the bearded frenchman.

"well, like I was saying we can go there tomorrow, so how about we go get some ice-cream instead?" he asked, winking at your friend.

You were about to punch him for hitting on your innocent, sweet, and currently taken friend, but she dragged you along before you got the chance.

"no thanks we have to go, nice meeting you, bye!" she said hurriedly... at least... until that guy grabbed her other hand.

"hold on a sec, I don't even know your name," he said.

You decided to give him five seconds to let go, or you'd rip his head off.

"it's polite to give your own name before asking someone else's," you said, looking for any possible way to annoy him.

You looked at his brother, when he noticed he mouthed a "sorry about him" and then glanced back at the others. He seemed a lot nicer than his dick of a brother.

"oh, sure! My name is Alfred F. Jones and I'm the hero!" he stated proudly.

"m-my name is (BFF/N)," she said, as she tried to pull her hand from his iron grip.

"so, (BFF/N), no ice-cream?" he asked again.

"no ice-cream," you said. He finally let her hand go and she walked away quickly.

"you're that scared of strangers? I mean, I know you don't like them, but I didn't see you acting that shy around most people," you asked. She didn't usually initiate a goodbye, and waited for whatever idiot was talking to finish, but she was frightened, rather than calm around these guys, who's identities remained a mystery.

"if they are strange, foreign, fighting, obnoxious, and flirtatious strangers, yes, I'm very scared!" she said.

"alright, I guess that makes sense. But seriously now, do you think they were going to rob the place?" you asked playfully, trying to cheer her up, and she gave you a "playful" shove, as you both started to laugh.

~time skip~

You opened your eyes and blinked sleepily at the annoying beeping device on you nightstand and groaned. You threw your legs over the edge of your bed, while still in a laying-down position, and hoisted yourself out of bed. You looked in the mirror and grinned at the exploded puppy on your head which you referred to as your hair.

You grabbed your brush and tried to tame the dead puppy, but it seems it's ears had been blown off in the over-night explosion so it wouldn't listen, let alone obey.

Once you finally had it under control you grabbed your favorite shirt and were about to go for some jeans when your eyes fell on your old black baggy jeans. The kind with studs and chains on it. Your eyes sparkled as you looked at the worn fabric.

You threw it on and smiled happily when they still fit. You went to the kitchen and got yourself some breakfast, before sprinting out the door, yelling a short "I'm off, I love you!" to your parents as you went.

You went down the stairs and grabbed your bike, realizing you'd left your keys upstairs. You quietly cursed to yourself and jumped when you heard a car honking. You looked around to see which idiot was honking this early in the morning, but soon calmed down when you saw it was your idiot.

"Morning!" he yelled.

"Morning!" you yelled back, and you ran up to his car.

"I came to pick you up," he said, placing his sunglasses in his hair so you could look into those gorgeous lavender colored eyes.

You got into the passengers seat and put on your seat belt and waited for Max to start the car. When he made no move to leave you gave him a questioning look, which he answered with a smirk. He looked in front of him and tapped his index finger on his cheek. You rolled your eyes and grabbed his curl, pulling him in close and smashing your lips together in a short sweet kiss.

"now start driving, because some of us want to be on time," you said with a smirk. He blinked at you with a hot pink blush on his face.

"Max!" you said again.

"I'm driving, I'm driving!" he said quickly.

"you ask me for a kiss on the cheek and when I kiss you on the lips you get a flustered?!" you said, half laughing, and feeling very pleased with yourself for getting a reaction like that out of your cool and stoic boyfriend.

"it's not because of that kiss, darling," he said, keeping his eyes fixed on the road.

"meaning?" you questioned, trying to get his attention back, which now seemed like and impossible task.

"I-... just don't pull my air again, eh?" he said. You looked in front of you, trying to make sense of what he just said. Then realization hit you and a wicked smile curved your lips.

You turned to look at Max who was still blushing a little. You let your eyes travel further down his body. You giggled when you saw his legs pressed firmly together.

"your hair turns you on?" you asked, marveling at your own discovery. This info could come in handy in the future.

"y-yeah," Max admitted, pretending to look in the rear-view mirrors as an excuse to look away.

You giggled more, but went quiet after that, giving him some time to calm down.

Max parked the car and you gave him another kiss on the cheek. You got out of the car and he did the same, then he did something surprising... he actually got his books and came after you.

"Max... isn't it a bit early for you to be high?" you asked him, eyeing the bag suspiciously.

"I'm not high, and it's not to early at all," Max said.

"is it gonna explode or something?" You asked next.

"I hope not, then again, it's the first time opening those books so god knows," he answered.

You laughed and took his hand. You weren't the kind of bitchy girl that would make out with her boyfriend in front of everyone, but you weren't such a prick that you'd hide it either (you couldn't have your hot Canadian taken from you after all).

Your first class would be english, which would always be a pain because of your annoying teacher, but the class after that would be with (BFF/N) so it wasn't so bad.

You were a bit late, so you couldn't sit next to each other, but when Max walked up to a guy sitting near the window somewhere in the back of the class he quickly grabbed his stuff and sat down somewhere else.

Max pulled out a chair for you and you had to suppress a giggle when he did.

The hour ended to soon,, and you walked to your next class with Max following you like a lost puppy. And even though it was cute, you didn't (or wouldn't would be more accurate) have biology class together.

"Max, you can't follow me here," you said.

"and why the hell not?" he complained.

"because you have another class right now," you said. He sighed and looked over his glasses.

"I'll be waiting for you in the break then, eh?" Max said.

"you have no intention of attending that class at all, do you?" you asked as he began to walk away.

"Nope," he said, before disappearing around a corner.

You caught sight of your friend, as she walked into the classroom. You caught up to her and followed her to your permanent seats.

"morning _, did you see Allen?" you asked.

"yeah, did you see Max?" she asked sheepishly.

"yeah, but did you talk to him?" you asked again.

"no, I'm too nervous. What if someone sees? They'll laugh," she said.

"they'll laugh at Allen?" you said sarcastically.

You immediately regretted that. People's opinion was important to her, since she had been an outsider before, so had you before you met each other.

"that's not the point!" she said a bit too loud, and obviously upset by your words.

"but he still doesn't have your number or your address. How else will you talk to him?" you said. You waited for an answer which never came.

"do you need my help?" you eventually said, feeling you needed to make it up to her, despite not being very eager to talk to your future brother in law.

And yes, that had been decided already (even if Max did not know it yet)

"yes please, would you do that for me?" she asked hopefully.

"I promised I'd help you find you prince, kidnap him and bring him to you and I intend to keep that promise," you promised.

"thanks," she said and gave you a hug. After that the teacher started so your conversation was unfortunately cut short.

Your class ended without you getting much done, but you didn't have a lot of homework so it was okay.

You told your friend you'd be meeting with Max, and maybe you'd catch up to her later.

You tossed your stuff in your locker and sprinted to the parking lot, making sure to catch your breath before Max got in sight so you wouldn't look like an idiot.

You walked towards the car, with a big smile on your face. You were about to give your boyfriend a hug, when you heard a deafening bang, and one of the windows of Max's car shattered into a million bits. You looked around you, looking for it's origin. You quickly found it, in the hands of Alfred F. Jones, the guy who had been hitting on your best friend just yesterday.

His once happy eyes where icy-cold and send shivers down your spine. A smoking gun was in his hands, pointed at Max and you.

"FOUND ONE!" he yelled, moments later his friends were surrounding him.

"F*ck!" Max grunted he yanked you behind his car while more shots sounded.

Max and you walked, while still ducked low, and he got his hockey stick out of his truck.

"move hurry, I'll deal with this!" Max hissed.

You decided to listen to him and kept on moving. A few cars further you figured it'd b safe to run... it wasn't.

You came to a halt when you bumped into the swearing bushy-browed briton and the flamboyant frenchie.

"we're awfully sorry, dear," the brit said. The words were sweet and spoken kindly, but the smirk on his face told you otherwise.

"you're going to have to come along with us," the french guy said, you knew they were after Max, but the french-fry seemed to have ulterior motives.

"better idea, FRUK YOU!" you yelled, picking the french guy in his shins, making him double over so you could knee him in the face. He fell on the ground, unconscious.

The Brit managed to dodge your first two blows, but you kicked him on the side on your third try, making him drop his defense long enough for you to punch him in the chest. He gasped for the air you viciously beat out of him, with his hands over his chest. Another punch to his nose made him young his friend on the asphalt surface of the parking lot and you continued running.

Max caught up to you with fresh blood on his hockey stick, you cast a quick glance over your shoulder to see the russian guy bleeding with his asian companion on the ground next to him.

"you okay?" he asked.

"yeah, fine. I knocked out the english and the french guy," you told him while running,

he grabbed your hand and dragged you into the school building, you tried to protest, saying you'd endanger everyone, but he just kept on pulling.

once inside you saw the american hide his gun and follow you, Max kept on pulling you until you reached a closet and yanked you inside.

"I think he stopped following us. He won't hurt anyone if bystanders might get hurt," Max panted.

you caught your breath and tried to process what had just happened.

Alfred F. Jones: calls himself a hero and tries to hit on your friend. He and his friends just tried to kill you and Max. you just knocked out two full grown men in an actual fight. Max's curl... of all things you could be thinking about now you pick that!?

"if that guy's a hero I'm the aster bunny," you mumble to yourself. Max looked at you, his shock clearly visible behind his shades.

"a hero? You've met him before?!" Max snapped.

"yeah, I was walking around with (BFF/N) yesterday and we ran into him and his creepy friends, why?" you said.

Max didn't answer and clutched his forehead.

"you mean he met her?" he asked after a moment.

"yes, he tried to hit on her but she was scared as hell. Max, what's going on? Who are they and what do they want?" you asked.

"alright, this... this is gonna sound crazy, but... I... Max Williams is not an actual person..." he said.

"you're not... Max, what are you talking about?" you asked.

"little over a year ago that bastard Arthur tried to get back on his friends for something... so he used magic on them... a spell that would bring out the worst in them... but instead of making them act ridiculous it brought out their evil side, their other face that they always kept hidden... all they could be at their worst... this included me..." Max said.

At this point you were roughly eight times as mind blown as you had been before his explanation, but if he was telling the truth... what would that mean...?

"so why are they after you?" you asked.

"because, I'm the bad side that should have never seen the light, or something like that. I am what they call evil, so they're out to kill me... I am my own person _... I'm more than just evil... and I truly love you more than anyone or anything on this planet!" he said. You weren't sure how to answer that... it sounded like something from a poorly made movie... but there was one thing you could answer...

"I love you too," you said, smiling sweetly at him. You didn't care what he was or where he came from, but that much was true and it would never change.

"but..." he said.

"but what?" you you grumbled, annoyed that your romantic moment had been ruined.

"if Alfred has seen your friend... and he tried to hit on her... there's a big chance that he'll run into her and Al," he said worriedly.

Your eyes widened at his words.

"I gotta go help her!" you yelled, your romantic moment was already over so why the FRUK not!?

"wait! Wha-" Max tried to object, but you cut him off.

"let's just stick to out old plans and wait for me near the car," you said quickly before dashing down the hallway towards your friend's locker.

You froze in terror when you saw Al and Alfred glaring at each other over your best friend. You swallowed dryly, as you quickly walked up to them and grabbed your friend's arm, pulling her along with you.

"uhm... I don't mean to interrupt, but (BFF/N) and I had plans, so if you'll excuse us," you said.

"You're a life-saver _" you said, as you walked away.

"(BFF/N)... you have no idea..." you thought to yourself.