Sorry for not updating in 4 months :,). I'd run into some problems with school, exams, and a writing block. I couldn't decide how to start the second story, or based on who. But I think I'm going to start with how Evie and Carlos met, which I've thought about a lot. Maybe I added in a bit of CarVie, but that's just because they had a crush on each other in the Isle :(. Note: this'll be switching between Evie's and Carlos' points of view. This is a short one, but more are coming soon! Enjoy!

A young girl trudged along the streets of the Isle. There were a lot of people on the street. But there was something different about this girl. She seemed alert, almost scared, though careful not to show it, and kept darting her eyes left and right, as if something would emerge from the shadows and attack. And her hair; ocean blue locks cascading down her back and over her shoulders. But Evie was used to the curious glances. So the little girl continued on. That is, until she heard it.

Heavy breathing sounded from behind some crates. Intrigued, Evie crept closer. She arrived at the source of the noise, and her eyes widened. A boy, about her age, Evie guessed, was panting as if he had been chased moments before. The boy turned his head, and a fear filled his face. He started to push himself up to run, but Evie interfered. "Wait! I don't want to hurt you. Promise." Noticing the several cuts on his pale face, she asked, "Hey, are you okay?"

The white-haired boy didn't answer. But Evie had to know. "Who did this to you?" He looked hesitant, but finally answered "My mother." This caught Evie by surprise. Realizing what he had said, the boy frantically added, "Please don't tell! She won't like it at all if she knew I told someone."

The blue-haired girl nodded empathetically. "Don't worry, you're not the only one. Let's just say my mom's not an angel either." The boy looked surprised, but chuckled. Evie was about to ask his name, but suddenly, two boys jumped through the crates. "There he is!" The tall, slim one looked toward Evie. "So who's this, Carlos? Your girlfriend?" he sneered.

Carlos.. Evie thought. Like Carlos DeVil? He's Cruella's son! Now it makes sense. White hair, flashy outfit. How didn't I see it before? Carlos trembled under the boys burning gazes. Seeing this, Evie knew what she had to do. She took his hand and ran, just kept running, ignoring Carlos's shocked (but relieved) face and the boys' yells.

After a few tiring minutes of sprinting, they arrived at their destination. It was an abandoned building next to a gloomy-looking avenue. They went up the stairs and entered. Carlos gazed at the various fabrics; old curtains, leather, and many other scraps. "We should be safe here, at least for now," the blue-haired girl told him. Seeing the mix of awe and confusion on his face, she added, "I like to make clothing out of whatever I can find. It's kind of a hobby."

Carlos nodded. Speaking for the second time since they met, he asked, "What's your name?" The girl answered, "Evie." Then she added, "Your mom's Cruella DeVil, right?" Seeing the boy flinch at the name, she got her answer. "Okay, well, my mother is— well, they call her the Evil Queen. Trust me, that name stuck for a reason."

The white-haired boy chuckled. But then he finally spotted Evie's obviously underfed body structure and whip marks, which he, by firsthand experience, knew were a real pain. "I'm guessing she's no Auradon Queen, huh?" The girl was about to laugh, but she noticed his serious expression, hence only let out a chuckle. "Yeah."

After a minute of silence, Evie shook her head. "It's fine. I'm sure everyone's parents, at least here, are like that. No reason to feel sorry for ourselves. We should instead learn how to please them." Under her breath, she muttered, "If that's even possible."

They spent a few short minutes getting to know each other, mostly where they usually hung out, what they stole, etc. Carlos smiled. He'd never had a friend before. Well, he'd never had a real friend before. The boy studied the blue-haired girl. Now that he thought about it, she was beautiful. No wonder she came from the Evil Queen.

Evie felt herself blushing as the boy began to smile. He was kind of cute, actually. No. No. She couldn't fall for him. If her mother found out that he wasn't a prince, who knew what she'd to her? That didn't matter. Who knew what she'd do to Carlos? Evie shuddered thinking about it, which caused her to wince due to a portion of the poison from three days before still being in effect.

Carlos looked at her with concern. "Are you okay?" The girl shrugged it off and laughed. She was fine. Everything was fine. "Yeah." She looked out the window, scanning the area with a calculating gaze. "I think we're good."

The white-haired boy nodded. Then he stood up, realizing he'd never thanked her. "Thanks for saving me. Maybe we can be al-" No. They could be more than allies. "Friends. Maybe we could be friends. Best friends, even!"

"I like those words," she replied, smiling. "Okay! Best friends."