A/N: So the site some how fucked up and I'm re-writing this chapter again; the first chapter was supposed to have interjections to show you where the time skips where, but apparently, that didn't happen...Sorry about that...

"That was amazing!" The strawberry-blonde of the group cheered with the enthusiasm of a child. You grinned lightly, facing them lightly; the blonde ran up to you with her tacky, lemon-coloured creepers, her bouncy blonde hair was down, and as said, it bounced every time she took a step closer to you. She stooped down in front of you, almost touching the ground with her knees; you focused on her. She fixed her gaze on you, emerald eyes finding that same laughter as your mother's, she fixed her strawberry-magenta glasses and bright lemon-coloured cardigan over her yellow sun dress.

It was embarrassing for you, to say the least; another reason a 'Breton Girl' like you couldn't really make friends was because you radiated an aura that people took the wrong way, even if you hadn't spoken a word - not even a peep from your plump lips. That's why you found this so awkward and hard.

"Ah, uh..." You muttered, trying to find something - anything to say without sounding like a foolish moron who didn't know what the heck they were trying to say. Oh, wait, that was you right now. She continued to burn her gaze into your face while the group of teens behind her seemed to have walked up behind her, almost as if they would gang up on you. 'You're being silly!', you thought, 'They're just trying to be friendly! That's all!'

"Um, thank you..." You mumbled loud enough for the girl to smile brightly and squeal in joy.

"Oh, that was just so amazing! And - oh! I've never seen you around! Are you new to San Fransokyo? Hi, I'm Honey Lemon!" The strawberry-blonde piped, then pointed to the others behind her, "Oh, that's Fred!"

"'Sup? Also, that was awesome! You've got moves!" A dirty blond wearing a faded, teal beanie, long sleeved shirt, a red tee with a superhero of some kind on it, tan shorts, and navy blue sneakers called out.

"Then there's Wasabi and GoGo!" She pointed out two figures, a tall Black male dressed in a jade sweater with orange squares, regular jeans, and plain brown dress shoes. The female next to him was short, and obviously Asian, wearing black mini-shorts, leggings, and a cardigan, while her tee was white, and her sneakers were of a ruby colour. She sent a wave and a sassy chew of her gum, while Wasabi sent a smile.

"And last but not least! - Hiro and Tadashi!" The two males almost looked alike, since they probably are brothers. Hiro was wheeling the wheelchair that Tadashi sat in, dressed in a navy jacket, a red T-shirt with Iron Man on it, tan pants that seemed to stop too short above his ankles, and blue sneakers. Tadashi had bandages on him, most likely from an accident, wearing a blue t-shirt with a ninja on it, a tan cardigan, blue jeans, and mint-coloured sneakers. 'Damn, this guy has a good taste in shoes...' You chuckled at your own stupid thought.

"Ah, well, Bonjour, je m'appelle [Y/N], and qui, I'm moving next door, actually," You pointed to the fading beige paint on the house next to the café, "thanks for introducing me, Honey...?"

She nodded, grabbing your hands in hers, "This is so exciting!"

"Honey, you're squeezing the guts out of her hands." Tadashi noted, Hiro and Fred laughing at your contorted face while GoGo gently plied Honey away from you and Wasabi sighed. "It's nice to meet you, [Y/N]. I'm guessing your from New France?"

Your tail and ears flickered as you nodded. It set them off.

"Did they just..", Hiro began, pointing to your rabbit ears, "move?"

"Uh...yes?"

'This is going to be hard to explain...'

"So, that's basically it..." You shrugged, running your fingers through the messy locks of [colour] you called hair for a mere moment before dropping it back down to your necklace, rubbing it with idle fingers, getting your cup with your free hand and taking a sip of the lemonade they had gotten you.

"Basically, it's just a thing you attach to make you balance yourself?" Hiro questioned, letting the information sink in slowly. You nodded, motioning to your back with a slight movement of your hand. You had been unwillingly dragged into the café with questions that you knew expected answers, answers that they would bribe you with hot wings to get. That's right, hot wings. With spicy sauce that made you drool rivers - oceans - as you ate them.

"Qui."

"That must've sucked to get surgery on." GoGo spoke through a hot wing, spilling some of the sauce onto her chin and outer lips. You nodded again. It was awkwardly silent, at least until you heard the bell of the door ring, finding yourself being pulled by someone you knew.

"Bonjour, Nona." Your tone stayed as monotone as ever, not even bothering to look back at your mother as you gave a bored expression to the group. She grunted, still pulling you along, but failed to once she realized that you had put all your dead weight onto the chair.

"Muñeca...there's a reason why I tell you to pay for your own food."

You blinked, blushing up and jolting from your seat, pointing an accusing finger at her, "Correction! - they offered the food to me! I was invited! Ha!"

"How was I supposed to know?"

"Look, je ne sais pas why you care so much, but seriously, Nona!"

"I'm so-rry!" She sassed, putting a hand to her hip and snapping her fingers rudely in front of your face. The group laughed as you blushed hard, crossing your arms and sticking out your tongue, revealing more of your piercings. Your mother flipped the bird at you, grabbing a chair and sitting next to you as you sat back down.

"Sorry about that..." You mumbled.

"It's alright, it was funny, anyway!"

You sunk down in your chair, rolling your eyes with a huff. You sat there, just watching and listening as they conversed, deep into thought at the moment. 'D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E, why come out perfect? They fit in so well with each other...I'm probably the oddball.' You were bringing yourself down again, knowing full well you shouldn't be, but your mind had a way of playing and toying your emotions until you could no longer breathe in the air around you correctly.

"[Y/N], what's wrong?"

"Nothing." You said bitterly, biting your lip again. Tadashi wasn't buying your act, moving his wheelchair over to you, extending a hand. You stared at it hesitantly, taking it lightly as he lead you to the back of the café.

"Alright, spill, what's up?"

You chuckled, "Nothing's wrong! I promise, I ju-"

"Ah, ah, ah! You're lying!" He pointed an accusing finger at you, smiling lightly. You gave him a crooked grin; you froze at the touch of his arms on you. Skin and skin. Embraced. "Liar, no need to hide."

"Bu-"

"Nope, just-"

"Marina?"

"Cass?" You could hear the voice of your mother's an another woman's, turning to see a brunette with frizzy, shoulder length hair, a blue top, and jeans embracing Nona. Tadashi had let you loose by now, winking before running off with the others again. You breathed.

'Please don't let me down like he did...'