A/N So I write the first one in the middle of the night- lots of views- and no reviews. That kind of makes me sad. SOOO plz forgive me about the Baby Powder thing, it was just too tempting. I changed it up, though. (Meaning I editted the chapter so you no longer see that) And special thanks to kristinabenoit.1 she is so awesome and the first one, who favorited and followed this story! Plus shes a good PC friend! Y'all check her out! She's a genius! Also thanks marychanel for the follow and favorite! Means a lot!

My eyes opened.

I was lying on the ground.

I picked myself up off the pavement, only to see the morning sun coming up.

Its morning? I thought.

If it was morning- and I'm not home...

My parents must be worried SICK!

I grodgily sat up and dusted off my jeans.

Deciding to find home.

Giving me time to answer all the questions buried in my skull.

How did I get here?

I walked around the neighborhood until I found my house.

The coloring was brighter, but I barely noticed.

I ran up to the house, preparing a speech.

How do I explain this?!

I rang the doorbell and waited.

The door stayed shut, though.

So I tried again.

Nothing.

Hopefully they didn't go out looking for me... I thought, trying the handle.

Creepily, the door was open.

I walked in, feeling like I was trespassing- even though I live here.

When I opened the door I heard an electric guitar roaring riffs in my ears.

It was strange.

No one in our family knows how to play guitar.

Gwen and my mom, Sandra, can play the piano. Grandpa Max can play the trombone. And I'm pretty sure my Uncle is taking violin lessons- but I could be wrong.

Anyway, none of us play guitar.

And now that I think about it... I kinda wanna learn.

I closed the door behind me, and I walked up the stairs.

I bobbed my head to the music.

Okay- now I really wanna learn!

I got upstairs and listened...

That was strange... The music was coming from MY room!

I looked over to my door- and realized something else!

My door was decorated with a big guitar sticker saying "Rock Star", orange and blue peace signs, and a green and black sign saying "Bren".

Okay- WHAT?!

I walked into my room only to see some girl with brown hair down to her shoulders that came out really spikey looking, brown eyes mixed with a heavy green color, black vest over a green T-Shirt with a white 10 on the sleeves and front, teal sneakers, and rocking out with a green and black guitar on a teal and green bed.

She didn't seem to notice me for awhile, eyes closed and being as loud as she possibly could.

Well, she didn't notice me- Until I yelled.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO MY ROOM?!"

Seriously, I mean you have to consider this for a moment.

Your a guy, and your room is overloaded with peace signs.

Pink peace signs, blue peace signs, black peace signs, graffiti with a peace sign...

Although, I must admit, its pretty cool looking.

But I want my room back!

Sure, it has a laundry mess on the floor, but its not the same!

The girl immediately quit playing and looked upwards.

At first, her face voiced shock, but then she gave a look of remembrance and gave a smirk.

"Hmmm." She said, "What do you do when some random teenage boy comes in your room yelling?"

She looked at him and smiled evilly, "Well, if your me; you wouldn't worry- cuz you could so easily kick his butt. So go on."

I gave her a look of confusion.

"Brennae Tennyson," she said sticking out her hand, "Most call me Bren."

"Tennyson?!" I asked, not taking the shake, "My name is Benjamin Tennyson, but most call me Ben... Are you some third cousin of mine?"

"Wait- you don't know who I am?" Bren asked, questioningly.

"Not particularly. No." I answered.

This is soooooooo creepy...

"THEN WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?!" Bren yelled, waving her arms around for more effect.

"YOUR HOUSE?! This is my house!" I heaved.

Seriously- this is insane!

"Okay, look kid, you got five seconds to tell me what kind of MENTAL PROBLEMS you have, before I get messy!" Bren threatened.

"You Get messy?! You have THREE seconds, before I get messy!" I argued.

"That really isn't a smart move." Bren Warned.

"If I were you- I'd say that about myself." I retaliated.

"After we're done- remember you brought it upon yourself, okay, dude?" Bren replied, with no speck of fear in her.

"Yeah, we'll see. Just-let's get out of the house." I stated.

"Good call." Bren agreed.

We both walked outside, prepared.

Both of us raised our arms and slapped our wrists.

Bursts of green light came from both sides and both of us reappeared as a smelly green plant alien.

"FlameFern!"

"Swampfire!"

We both looked at each other.

"WHAT THE- GRAMPS SAID THERE WAS ONLY ONE OF THESE!" Bren yelled, astonished.

"Wait- I was only going to scare her! Now she has a Omnitrix- What is going- HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?!" I freaked.

We both turned ourselves back to human.

"Okay- that's it! WHO ARE YOU?!" Bren shouted, pointing a finger.

"No! WHO ARE YOU?!" I said, "I'm the hero here, so I get to know first."

"Hero?! Please! But either way, I'm the lady, so I get to know first!" Bren pointed out.

"Ugh! Fine!" I huffed, "Like I said, I'm Benjamin Tennyson, Im the son of Sandra and Carl Tennyson. I got the Omnitrix when I was ten years old on a summer vacation with my Grandpa Max and cousin Gwen. I spent all summer kicking alien butt and-"

"Wait!" Bren interrupted, "I got the Omnitrix when I was 10, and I went on a vaca with my Grandpa Mack and cousin Owen. What is up?!"

"Did you just say 'Vaca'?" I asked.

Bren paused for a moment.

"Yes." She answered, "Your point?"

I paused.

"Never mind." I said.

AWKWARD!

"Anyway, we look alike too." Bren addressed.

"Yeah..." I said, getting onto something, "Plus our names are incredibly similar..."

"True..." Bren said, getting onto my train of thought, "We both have Omnitrix's... Live in- Apparently, a SIMILAR house."

"Both got the Omnitrix at ten and has a cousin and grandpa who were with us..."

"Were exactly the same!"

"Except different!"

"IT'S A PARALLEL UNIVERSE!" We both yelled in unison.

"Okay, so if this is a parallel universe-" I began.

"Or different dimension-" Bren added.

"Then how did I get here, and where is my universe?!" I panicked.

"Well, don't ask me, dweeb! Your the one who came here!" Bren stated, annoyed.

"No matter who they are or what the circumstances, girls always think I'm a dweeb!" I murmured to myself.

"Okay, bro, think. What's the last thing you remember?" Bren asked.

"Hmmm let's see," I thought, "It started when an alien device... superpowers he's no ordinary kid..."

"Do you really have to go through the theme song?!" Bren asked, "Although... It is catchy...

"I know right!" I exclaimed, "But anyway, I remember me and Sikko fighting and..."

Oh no.

"And?" Bren asked.

"Sikko transported me to another dimension on accident while he was trying to take me over!" I exclaimed.

"Well, at least it can't get worse." Bren lightened.

"Except it can." I reported, "Sikko must be here too. And if we stay here too long we'll mess up the natural course of time and space- making this world and mine fall apart!"

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