AND THE WINNER IS ((I'd have added another filler chap to give people a chance to vote but it's a landslide)) Django!!! It's my favorite pairing. ((Also, I can't remember what his teeth look like, so let's just say yellow until further notice))

Frida was near pulling her hair out. Manny had a dreamy expression still on his face. 'Don't tell me he's actually starting to like her' Frida thought helplessly as she dragged him to the arcade. She was bent on rotting Cuervo right out of his mind.

"The arcade" She sighed triumphantly. "The only thing that rots your brain faster than TV, but is less boring then a speech." Frida smiled happily and started to pull Manny up the stairs when suddenly, or not suddenly as villains attacked on a daily basis in Miracle City, Sartana rose from the ground with her skeleton banditos. "Man" Frida groaned as Manny broke out of his stupor to attack her…heading away from the arcade. "Dude—it's just Sartana my dad can handle it" She called—to no avail as El Tigre was already slicing through skeletons to reach Sartana. Frida sighed ad looked around for something to help with. She spotted a stick "Perfecto" She grabbed it and started swinging at banditos.

"Prepare to be defeated Sartana!!!" El Tigre shouted. Sartana looked at him skeptically. She smirked and strummed a chord on her guitar. Instantly all the banditos that had just been destroyed reformed into one supper bandito, which then grabbed him. "I didn't see that coming…probably should have though." The eighteen year old murmured to himself. He looked around for his missing friend to see that Frida was already captured by a normal bandito. "Dang" He murmured. Sartana cackled happily. "You won't get away with this Sartana" Manny promised as he struggled in his imprisonment. Sartana raised a nonexistent eyebrow.

"Oh really? And who's going to stop me, unless you've forgotten Puma Loco's on vacation and White Phanthera is sick." El Tigre thought about that one.

"Um, there's Plata Peligrosa…and the Albino Burrito" He made a sort of shrugging motion within his imprisonment. Sartana cackled again—as if driving her point home.

"Oi Sartana" Came a new voice. Everyone looked up to see Black Cuervo standing there with her lasers out. "Drop the boyfriend" She snarled, her lasers emitted a raspberry sent as she fired into the fray. She effortlessly destroyed the super bandito holding El Tigre. As he fell she caught him in the air. "Oh, and Tigre, I'm not sure if this is the right time, but my mother got us two tickets to the new carnival in town…you wanna go?"

"I'd love to but, first things first—we need to get rid of Sartana's guitar." He told her. Cuervo nodded and they swung back around to attack Sartana once more. Sartana had, by this point taken off her guitar and was blasting at them. Cuervo was avoiding all of the energy rays and still managing to get close to Sartana. She was stopped by the skeleton banditos, but she dropped El Tigre close enough to Sartana. She continued blasting banditos as he avoided the blasts from the Mystic guitar. Tigre pushed out his claw and Sartana shot at it, knocking it off course without realizing that the chain was a distraction. He'd ran at her and now grabbed the guitar and smashed it on the ground like he was at a concert. Screams sounded as Sartana and all the banditos went underground. Tigre smiled at Cuervo…Cuervo smiled at Tigre…and they held hands and walked off together…completely not noticing Frieda was missing.

"—offh" Were the sounds made by one blue haired maniac as she flew through the realm of the underworld and right into her normal cell. "Aww, again." She pouted. Her cell had actually been modified for her she was there so much. Posters of her favorite bands hung on the now baby blue walls. The bed had been removed as she rarely stayed overnight with her best friend saving her, a beanbag chair now took its place. A table was set up by the bars for the banditos she'd taught poker and there was a mini fridge with small snacks in the other corner. She had in the other corner a desk on which sat a pad and pen along with a guitar to write songs. She went over there at once and picking up the guitar started playing angrily. "Cuervo is dating Tigre, which wouldn't upset me but she's really Zoë Avez and so my best friend is dating my worst enemy and I HATE THEM BOTH" At the last note she ran her hand just plain over the strings, not paying attention to notes until there was a snicker from the other side of the room. She jumped backwards, dropping the guitar in the process. "Who's there!!!?" She called at once, it was a bandito of course, but the walls were white with some of the bones from Sartana's enemies so it was always hard to see them. Two red spots on the wall blink…wait, the spots blinked? Yep they did it again as a candy corn grin spread across the face. As her vision adjusted she could tell who it was. "Django?"

The skeletal boy, or rather man as he was eighteen, snickered again. "No, don't mind me chika, keep it up, I needed a good laugh" He snickered again, not realizing how angry he was making her. "What's the second verse—hate her, hate him, but if I kill them both they'll still be together?" That one was it for the boy; he collapsed onto the floor, still laughing.

"Hey, I'm ANGRY and it's called poetic license…or creative license…my mom's a judge I'll win either way!!!" She called at him through the bars. Django pulled himself off the floor, still laughing

"If that's your excuse…" He trailed off, still snickering. She pouted her face becoming red.

"Yeah, well…you're a dodo head!!!" She stuck her tongue out at him. This caused him to grin and rose what was supposed to be an eyebrow.

"Yeah? I'd be nicer to the one cooking your food." He smirked as she paled.

"WHAT" She asked at once. He shrugged

"We captured you pretty early this time, so Nana sent me to see if you'd had breakfast" Her retort was cut off from a growl of her stomach. He tilted her head and looked at her, still smirking. "Guess that answers that question." He said amusedly. He turned to leave, calling over his shoulder "I'll see what the 'dodo head' can whip up" he chuckled. Frieda sighed, picking up her guitar again.

"Well, at least if he kills me it'll be better then seeing those two attack each other in the wrong way." She murmured, sitting down and actually strumming the guitar in case Django came back. After a while she was playing the newest song for her band. She sighed, it was missing something, something on her part, she replayed the guitar part and about halfway through another riff cut in. As surprised as she was, she continued playing, that was JUST what the song needed—a duet. As the part ended she looked up smiling. "WOAH that was AWESOME" She finally saw who'd been playing along with her, an incredibly smug Django. "Dude, when'd you turn back up?"

"About five minutes. But I heard you from the kitchen, so I grabbed my guitar." He placed the aforementioned instrument back on his back. He disappeared yet again, and this time he came back with a tray of food. "Hope you don't mind eggs" He shrugged as he slipped the omelets through the cage bars. She shook her head

"Nope, and dude that was WICKED!" Django shrugged the complement off, he was fully aware of how well he played. "Hey, how'd you like to play in that song for the band? It sounds awesome with you there." Django looked up, slightly surprised. He wasn't often invited to join groups now that he thought about it, and ho could say if it was fun or not. He shrugged playing it off

"Eh, why not…I got nothin' better to do." He sighed.

"COOL" Frieda cheered. 'Now I can make lyrics." She stopped pencil hovering over the pad.

"Don't you make lyrics first?" He asked-thoroughly confused by her backwards process.

"That's only if you feel lyrics, duh—I feel music, so I have to sew the lyrics in." She smiled. Django thought about that for a moment.

"Hmm, I guess that makes sense" He smiled back at her. "So what's the song going to be about?"

Frieda scowled "I don't know...I never know I just…try to figure it out." She threw her hands up in exasperation. Django laughed at her but offered to help, and they spent the next few hours talking about music before the wall was finally blown open. Django made himself scarce, not wanting to get caught in the fight, and Frieda noticed the time, and grew angry at Manny leaving her there for that long. But she was sure he had an excuse so she played off her anger like a joke. "Geez Tigre what, couldn't get away from black crazy? It took you so long I was…" Frieda trailed off at seeing that the woman was not in fact Tigre. Voltura took a look around the bone lair—her lasers up as if waiting to get attacked. When she didn't she aimed them for Frieda's cell.

"Get back" She ordered. Frieda scowled.

"Where's Tigre?" she demanded. Voltura glared at her.

"Are chu his girlfriend?" At Frieda's denial she cut her off. "LIES, you probably are the girl on the side, and even if chu weren't where he is, is of NO CONSERN to chu." Frieda growled at her as she continued. "Now, I got a call to let out a blue haired girl wit goggles and I'll blast the door open whether or not chu back up." It was now a glaring contest, unbroken until Frieda finally accepted defeat and walked backwards to the opposite side of the cell. Voltura blasted her cell apart, picked her up in one arm, and flew her back home. Frieda walked into her room, ignoring the worried calls from her father, though by the sounds of it, Sartana had called when Tigre didn't show up to rescue her. She ignored her sisters who, for once were actually concerned about her. She ignored her mother, whom had come home from work early in order to be there when she got back. She went straight to her room and lie on her bed, face in her pillow. When she woke up hours later, she noticed that her pillow was in fact, wet. She sighed and went over to her songbook. Without really thinking she began to write. As she looked down, she noticed it wasn't music she'd written…but a song. She titled it and went downstairs to her worried family, assuring them she was alright. Her father looked worried, but after giving her a hug he gave the kind of smile reserved for when she was upset and her best friend…other then Manny, came to fix it.

"Hija, you have a visitor." Her father beamed when she came downstairs. Her mother nodded

"A nice young man" She thought for a second. "We didn't catch his name though." Frieda turned into the family room to see her sisters talking to someone she didn't recognize. All she could tell was that he was around her age with tanned skin and curly dark hair pulled into a ponytail. He sat on the couch like her belonged there, not facing her and answering his sister's questions with ease. She listened, he went to her school…known her since she eighth grade.

"Frieda" one of the twins finally noticed her and waved her over. The boy stood and looked dead at her. She paused, he was cute. And she most definitely didn't know the kid in ripped jeans and her band's t-shirt in front of her. But there was something familiar about him. Something more in his emerald green eyes then in the wicked awesome face paint that surrounded them, just…something.

"Frieda" He hugged her close, "Hey, just wanted to work out the band schedule, we didn't have a chance because of Vicky, granted you'll probably be over by my grandma's house again soon but, better safe then sorry ya know?" She nodded distractedly as her sisters hurried out the room. "And you left this there" He pulled out the song she'd finished before with…as she looked up the boy's eyes flashed red.

"Oh! Hey, I didn't know you could…" She paused fully aware of the fact most of her friends were female and her father might be a bit curious…"Come over this late" She finished. It was late, like ten. "I actually just wrote a new one…needs music though. He nodded and they went up to her room, where guitars could be herd until he went home at midnight.