A/N: This story is somewhat of a double whammy. I'm going to start of with the period stuff just cause it's so garsh darn funny, and then I'm going to get into a mind/ body switch thing. I'm not sure if I should make Cronus switch them as a strategic plan to make them fall apart…or Hera, as a training exercise to demonstrate the importance of teamwork. Either way I'm killing two birds with one stone.

P.S. I'm going to the beach tomorrow! Summer is here!…joy.

" Yes I'm aware of the fact that the nail file that you bought was part of an exclusive offer at the body shop but these are just as good, they come in a set of three, and their an eighth of the price!"

Atlanta waved the green and blue packet in front of her blonde friends face, having to reach upwards to his eye level. She put them in his hand aggressively.

" But these are so…convenience store"

He held the package with his index finger and thumb at the corner; much in the fashion that one would pick a teabag out of a cup if one were without a spoon, or a stray pair of your brothers underwear that was strewn ridiculously close to the door of your bedroom for some unbeknownst reason.

" Just take them… If nothing else I'll use them"

Neil made an indescribable face, half relief that he was now rid of the seemingly awful thing in his hand, and half confusion at why his friend, who was a girl and should have the same picky and particular taste for nothing short of the best, would want what he didn't. At least that was his opinion.

" Alright", the girl in front of him turned, walking past the sign that read 'Feminine Hygiene', humming to herself. The good looking boy followed, not giving a single glance to the message his friend had just walked by. He caught up with her, crossing his arms, pushing out his chest and sticking out his rear a little more than needed in his usual posture.

" Got everything?"

Atlanta made a grab for a pink package just out of her reach, answering in between jumps.

" Al…mo…almost!"

Neil sighed, standing beside her, reaching up and grabbing what she was aiming for. She smiled as he dropped it in the basket. For some reason she sometimes forgot how tall Neil was. He came just short of Herry, who was insanely large for his age. Then again, models needed to be long and lanky, the epitome of her friend's physique. She of course would never admit it, but it was nice to have him around, especially when Theresa and her were on one of their many excursions to the mall in between classes, homework and fighting an evil god bent on world conquest. Before Neil had begun to join them they were usually hassled by a group of boys. She really thought nothing of it. They were far too scrawny and weak for her, let alone Theresa and herself combined. But as soon as they had sat down near the fountains in the food court were the group of boys had arrived on cue, Neil had defended them.

" Something wrong?"

Her blonde friend knocked her out of her daze. Her eyes unglazed as she nodded, motioning for them to step up to the register. She watched him as he loaded objects out of the basket, and slipped back into her thoughts.

" Hey ladies, back again for more huh?"

Atlanta slurped loudly at her smoothie, incredibly irritated. The group's appointed leader turned to look at Theresa who averted his gaze almost immediately, and then to Neil who cocked an eyebrow strangely. He pointed to Neil with his thumb.

" Who's this?"

Atlanta slurped again, whipping her mouth and then snapping at them.

" I told you retards to leave us alone, can't you take a hint?"

The rest of the group chuckled, eyeing their leader nervously. The boy who had spoken leaned into the red haired girl, his nose threatening to touch hers.

" You wanna get smart with me you little bitch?"

Atlanta growled, clenching her teeth. She gave him a defiant look, her nose wrinkling.

" Atlanta?"

Theresa questioned her friend, looking almost apologetic. She knew that her friend's first response was violence, and she didn't want an all out brawl in the middle of the shopping centre.

The little red heads fists clenched and she stood, bringing her hand back and then forward, delivering a punch. The boy let out a grunting noise as he stumbled back, holding his nose. His hands left his face and he spat, sending blood torpedoing down to the floor. He growled, raising his hand above the girl that he towered over. Atlanta gasped, holding her fist that was now already bruising from the impact of the punch. She clenched her eyes and brought her hands in an upward motion, knowing all too well that there wasn't enough time to block the blow. A loud slap was heard and she opened her eyes. Neil stood; right hand engulfing her attackers left one. His gaze was feral as his arm shook from preventing the boy's hand from advancing any further. The shaking stopped as the boy grunted again, looking at her blonde friends eyes.

" You will not try to hit a woman ever again…got it?"

His voice seemed deeper somehow, stronger. His hand began to shake again, not from his opponent, but from the force he was exerting. His hand, still holding the boy's left one clenched and a cracking sound was heard. The group retreated, soon followed by their leader who was holding his hand tightly.

A/N: I defiantly see Neil as the chivalrous type. Along with all of the other boy's. Who said chivalry is dead?