NOTE: Ok, sorry this took so long. I am working on a comic right now, and I tend to write this for fun, when I have time. That, combined with the fact that I kind of lost interest in this story for a little bit, this took FAR longer than it should of. Hopefully, later chapters will come out faster. For now, enjoy.

Xavier was awake, still lying in bed. It was 6:30 right now, but he still couldn't sleep. He had a million thoughts in his brain. How could he not? Tron Bonne is in the room adjacent to him! Xavier sighed, and yet again looked at his clock.

"6:31, huh?", Xavier said to no one. "Guess I might as well get up. No point in lying down here." Xavier took of his blanket, and got out of his bed, and sleepily walked over to his closet, hesitated for a second, and opened it. He picked out a plain red shirt, and put it on. He then walked over to his drawer, and got a pair of pants, and a pair of socks, before putting the items on. Xavier then opened the door to exit his room, and was hit with a flash of light. The Living Room lights were on...but, wait, he distinctly remembered those lights being out when he was going to sleep yesterday. His mom doesn't go to work till 8, and she usually didn't wake till 7-ish...so who could of...

Xavier quickly facepalmed. Tron being here isn't turning out to be something he could enjoy...and could she have at least turned the light off? "Probably not," Xavier mumbled to himself. "Not like it's something that would effect her." He liked her, but he knew SOMETHING was gonna have to happen here, but first, he needed to figure out where she went. Knowing her, she's probably building something, probably a machine to send her back to her world, but anything for building is limited here, much less something like that! Maybe there are some parts in the basement...

"I don't know what I was expecting from this place, but I was hoping for more." Tron Bonne was relatively annoyed at the lack of parts. She knew that this was just a middle class home in the 21st century, but they didn't have as much as 3 pieces of metal to work with. Tron sighed, "This is gonna be a long stay, isn't it?"

"Yeah, sorry about that, but we don't usually have stuff stocked for world traveling machines, Tron." Tron jumped, not out of fright, but surprise.

"A Little Warning would of been nice!" Tron yelled.

"Says the Criminal," Xavier replies. "Don't take that the wrong way, but it's true."

Tron rolls her eyes. "Whatever. What do you want?"

"I don't really "want" anything from you right now, but what I need you to do is to try and blend in here. I can't help with that, because in a couple of hours, I have to leave for school, so I can't keep you...what's the word..."normal"."

"And you think I can't handle that" Tron said, continuing to look around for something to use.

"Yes, actually." Xavier admitted. "You've only been here for a day, so I can't trust you to..."

Tron facepalms. "Really? 'Trust' me? You act like your 'trust' matters."

Xavier was speechless for a second. Tron getting easily angry was to be expected, but that didn't help him find a way to react. He finally figured out something to say. "That's not the point, Tron..."

"As if I care. Stop worrying about me, cause if you know as much about me as you say you do, then you know I can handle myself."

Xavier sighed. "Fine, then. Sorry."

"I don't need that. Just leave me alone."

With this, Xavier decided to stop arguing, and leave. He thought about the exchange while munching on cereal and brushing his teeth. It was strange how easy it was to just ignore Tron. Maybe things would be better after school...he just needed a bit to cool off.

Later, at school, during lunch

"Hey, Xavier, what's wrong?" Said David. "It's a Friday, your usually a bit more cheerful."

Xavier was sitting at the lunch table with his two friends, David Bradley and Andrew Cline. From an outsider, most people would think it was a normal day, but to David and Andrew, there friend Xavier was being abnormal quite. He was usually a lot more cheerful, always making jokes, finding the humor in the situation. David was a lot like that too, and Andrew had some hints of it, but he was a bit smarter and serious. Xavier met the two in Kindergarten, and they were friends ever since.

"It's nothing guys, I'm just not in the best of moods." Xavier replied. He was in a bit of a pickle, his friends could recognize his emotions a bit more than her somewhat ditzy mom, especially when it comes to stress. In any other situation, he could just tell them about it, and get it off his chest, Xavier couldn't figure out a way to explain his situation without his friends just worrying more, and for the wrong reasons. All he could do was be as vague as possible and hope that they don't ask questions.

"Don't play dumb, Xavier, you can't shake us off like that." Andrew replied back. Dang it, Xavier thought, of course they wouldn't back off. Well, guess I'll have to try something else.

"Well, I met this girl..." Xavier started, before David interrupted.

"Whoa! WE-O! WE-O! WE-O!" David started comically making siren noises. "Is this going where I think it's going?"

Somehow, this made Xavier feel a bit better, he started laughing. "No, guys. That's not it. She just ended up needing a place to stay, I don't know all the details, though. She's just being kind of a pain."

Andrew smiles, "Well, you seem better."

"David does that" Xavier replies. "But yeah, I'm a bit better." Maybe I just needed to vent."

David wasted no time using Xavier's new good mood. "So, if I may ask, can you go to the movies this weekend? Maybe you could bring your chick with you."

"Sorry, Dave, but I can't. I'm busy."

"Oh" Dave seemed disappointed, but as he tends to do, he went right back to smiles and jokes. "Well, whatever. We'll go without you."

"Yeah, sorry, I wish I could come."

"Don't stress it, man" David comforted. "It's cool. We'll all hang out another time."

"Thanks." Xavier said as the bell rang. The three left, going to their next class, English.

Meanwhile, back at Xavier's house.

Tron is sitting in the house's guest room, lying on the bed, reading one of the many books in the living room bookshelf. Xavier's mother had still not returned from work yet, and she couldn't exactly build anything, so she simply grabbed a book and started reading to entertain herself. Servbot #22 walked into the room.

"Miss Tron? What are you doing" The servant innocently asked.

Tron looked off her book for just a moment. "Reading" She said quickly, before returning to the pages.

"Umm...Miss Tron, shouldn't we get to work on a way to get back home?"

Without looking away from the pages, Tron replied, "I would be, but we don't have anything to use. We can't exactly buy anything either, since I didn't have any money on me at the moment of our teleportation, and even if I did, I doubt they would take Zenny here."

"Oh, right, sorry."

"I can't fault you for that," Tron started, still reading. "I never really explained what I was doing."

Suddenly, Tron heard a knock on the door. She marked her place on the book, and got up, looking through the door hole to see who it was. Once she saw that it was Xavier's mother, she opened the door, and greeted the woman, when she noticed something.

"Uh, if you don't mind me asking," Tron started, attempting to be polite. "What's with the backpack."

Xavier's mother smiled. "I have a bit of a surprise."

Later, on the School Bus home...

"See yah, Dave!" Xavier yells out to his friend, walking across the stairs of the bus, waving away, before jumping off, watching the yellow transporting device drive across the road. Once it was out of view, Xavier adjusted his backpack better on his shoulders, and walked over to the door.

"Mom, I'm home!" Xavier called out. He saw his mother sitting on the couch, a usual sight once he got home.

"Great! You're back" The mother replied, she directed towards the guest room, and called out. "Ok, come out!"

Xavier directed his attention to the guest room, and saw Tron wearing a pink backpack, about as full as his. She looked annoyed. "Guess what we're doing Monday." She said unhappily, rolling her eyes.

Xavier got the idea quickly. "Wait, you mean."

His mother nodded. Xavier had another rush go over him, one that he couldn't tell was good or bad. It seemed he had another problem to deal with. Tron was going to school with him!