Hey guys! So, I messed up on some of my math and the Rowdies are actually from 2050...which makes the Rowdyruff boys actually like 53. Anyways, chapter four was kind of short, I'll try and make this one longer. So, Rory, Beck, and Mickie are all back at school in 2015! Mickie's living with her teenage grandfather and the rest of the rowdies. Beck and Rory are sleeping at Professor U's lab. They haven't found each other yet, but I have a feeling all that is about to change.

On with the story-

-Beck-

You know what I found the most disturbing about school in 2015? The fact that Mrs. Reese was still alive...and she was HOT here. In 2050 she was a old hag with a slight hunch back and way too much makeup. Here, she was tiny in the waist and blessed in the chest and ass area. Her brown hair was tired into a bun and her glasses made her look even more hot...you know, the smart girl bull shit theory. Anyways, it was making it very hard to focus on the Algebra lesson.

Rory was sitting next to me, his phone out. He was flipping through pictures and listening to music. He was being freaking emo, and the only way to fix that was to find Mickie. It was hard enough on the both of us being away from home and our family, but it was near torture being separated from Mickie. She was the Butch to our Brick and Boomer, the Buttercup to our Blossom and Bubbles. She was green and we were red and blue. We couldn't function properly without her. Hell, we were in ten times more danger without her and Rory was ten times less the joy and laughter. I was smart, that's not something that could be effected, but my patients was thin without her and I felt like I was missing my arm without her. She was in fact, my second in command. I can't lead properly without Mickie.

I rolled my eyes and looked out the window. The Algebra room still had the best view of the Shop class, and on normal days, Mickie would be out there right about now. I rolled my eyes at my own sappiness and turned back to the totally hot Mrs. Reese.

"Hey, you're new right?" I heard someone say. I turned slightly to look at the kid sitting on my right. He was tall-ish, brunette, and he even had a few tattoos on his arms.

"Yea." I replied. I already too Algebra two years before, I didn't need a refresher.

"Man, you look just like Nichols." He laughed quietly. "You might want to watch out for Princess Morebucks. She'll cling onto you the minute she sees you." I pointed his finger to a girl sitting a few rows ahead of us. Her red hair fell to her side in smooth curls and her skin was too tanned to be real in this season. Her yellow shirt was short and stopped just under her chest and her skirt was short and tight. She was wearing a few bangles that kept chiming together and she was twirling a long necklace between her fingers. She looked like Duchess McPherson just minus the blonde highlights.

"Why?" I asked in a hushed tone.

"She's like obsessed with Brick Nichols and you look like his clone...or twin." I went stiff for a second then shook it off. I had too play this off.

"Who's Brick Nichols?" I stupidly asked. God, I sounded like Rory!

"He's only like the fucking leader of the deadliest trio in T-Ville." The boy chuckled. He looked at me for a minute and then held his hand out, "Mitch."

"Beck." I smirked and shook his hand. Looks like I made a friend. "This Rory." I jammed a thumb behind me at the depressed blonde.

"Is he ok?" Mitch raised a brow.

"He...uh...he just misses somebody." I looked behind me and frowned.

"He must really miss whoever it is." Mitch chuckled and looked back at me. "What do you have next period?"

"Mechanics." I muttered. I hate mechanics, I don't understand anything about cars nor do I wish to understand.

"Ah, man, me too." Mitch smiled, obviously a mechanics fan. I gave him a fake smile then rolled my eyes when he wasn't looking.

I thought I had made a friend...oh well...

-Mickie-

I sat at my desk, feet propped up on the desk, and my head tilted back. This class was sooooo boring and I had already taken the damn course once in my life. I didn't need yet another lecture on the human body and how it works. Brick was in a desk a couple rows ahead of me, ever so often looking back to check on me. I got a few warning glares, but I ignored them and continued to do exactly what I wanted.

"Miss," I heard someone say. I ignored it, still entertaining myself. "Young lady in the back row." I looked up, the teacher was the one talking.

"Me?" I pointed to myself lazily, obviously not actually giving a fuck.

"Yes you. What is your name?" He asked, obviously pissed.

"Mickie." I snorted.

"Mickie what?" He pushed, now putting his book down on his desk.

Oh, shit! I hadn't thought that far. I couldn't use Wyatt for obvious reasons and I couldn't use Nichols or Diamond under these circumstances. What to use? What to use?!

"I'm waiting." The teacher smirked sarcastically. "Has a catch caught your tongue, Miss Mickie?" Oh that was it!

"No, I just don't honestly care to share my name with you." I shrugged, leaning further back in my chair.

"Excuse me?" He wasn't so cocky now.

"Are you deaf or just dumb?" I rolled my eyes. "I said I don't want to answer you." I got a few 'oohs' and 'damns', but other than that this was a like a normal day at school. Seriously. I talked to all my teachers except the mechanics teacher.

"I think you need to go see Mr. Xavier." That fucker is a principal here? Damn, that bitch is old!

"I think you need to remove tha-" A hand was suddenly clasped over my mouth, muffling my words into incoherent sounds.

"I'll take her, sir." It was Red, of fucking course.

"Thank you, Mr. Nichols." The teacher nodded and turned back to his lesson.

Brick yanked me up by my arm and dragged my out of the room. I would have followed without the pulling at one of my limbs, but Red seemed determined to rip the damn appendage off. He swung me around to face him once we were in the clear, and boy did he look pissed.

"Have you ever heard of staying under the radar?" He snapped.

"Yeah," I shrugged, "but it's not really my style."

Brick looked like he was about to explode. He gripped onto my arm harder and his eyes darkened in their red color. Then he said maybe the biggest compliment I had ever heard,

"I already have one Butch Wyatt, I don't need another!"

It was like music to my ears. I had to fight the urge to smile triumphantly and forced myself to keep my cool 'I-don't-give-a-damn' attitude. I shrugged my shoulders and looked at him bored.

"Look, I get why you want me to behave, but being a sarcastic ass to figures of authority is just in my DNA." I spoke truthfully. "Even the green heroine isn't such an angel." I pointed out. I mean for fuck sake, her first period class was detention!

"That's not-"

"Your a Rowdyruff Boy. Am I right?" I yanked my arm back, eyeing him up-and-down in an attitude snarky asshole kind of way. He nodded. "You're like the freaking poster boy for disrespect and bad behavior. I see it as you can't judge me for being such a snarky bitch when you're a sarcastic pain in Pinky's ass yourself." I smirked triumphantly, knowing I had won the battle when he opened his mouth to speak and put a finger up, but slowly shut his mouth and drop his hand back down to his side.

"You have a point," He exhaled, "but can you leave the disrespect for teachers to Butch. I don't need the school up my ass about two misbehaved twats."

"Ok, a-I'm not a twat, I'm a bitch. B-I can water it down, but you're out of luck if you want me to completely stop." I crossed my arms over my chest and cocked my hip out to the side. "and C-I always have a point. It comes with the female territory."

Brick smirked in amusement and rolled his eyes. He placed a hand on the back of my neck and slightly pushed me in the direction of the office. He was defiantly warming up to me.

"Detention?!" I snapped. "I wasn't even that bad to the-"

"She'll take it, Mr. Xavier." Brick cut me off. "Thank you." He said as he guided me out of the room.

"That's fucking bull shit!" I snapped. "The prick was asking for it."

"You weren't listening to the man's lesson and then proceeded to make him out as a fool in front of his own class, Mickie." Brick lightly chuckled. "It's just for one day anyways. It's not like you're Butch and attend it every morning." I rolled my eyes and shifted my bag on my shoulder.

We left the office and saw Butch leaning against the wall. It was time to make the switch and luckily my next class was with the Old/Young man. Time to do some urgent bonding. Boomer had been warmed up to me the minute we first encountered outside the Complex. Brick was obviously warming up to me, seeing as I'm practically 50% Rowdy and I knew their brain patterns. Butch, however, was the one that had yet to actually make a friendly gesture or really do anything besides avoid me and glare at me.

"Keep an eye on her." Brick spoke. "She already has one detention."

"What she going to do in mechanics? It's the fucking troublemaker class." Butch rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the wall. He pulled his hood up over his head and started walking in the direction of the garage. I looked to Brick and gave him a peace-sign before darting off to keep up.

We walked in silence mostly, the only noise coming from Butch's headphones...which I didn't particularly mind. I wrapped the jean jacket around me tighter, trying to block out the cold. I didn't have leggings, which was fucking awful, but I at least my own heat generating powers to back me up somewhat. I looked up at Butch, wondering what was going on in his head. He must not have had a good time in first period detention this morning.

"I can take a picture if you want to keep staring." I jumped slightly at the sudden speaking.

"And I can get you a giant pair of pliers to help you take that stick out of your ass." I retorted. It was aggravating being near someone just like me.

He shot me a glare and growled. I returned the action and followed him into the shop. I knew where to go, but I didn't know if they had an extra pair uniform. Butch introduced me to the teacher, who was surprisingly the same teacher I have in 2050. I shook the man's hand, acting as though it was my first time ever meeting him, and he gave me a small unnecessary tour.

"Do you know what you're doing or do-"

"My grandfather's a gear-head." I laughed lightly. "I know what I'm doing." I gave the man another hand shake, then turned around to be shoved a uniform.

"I had a spare." Butch rolled his eyes. "Changing room is over there." He didn't even look at me when he pointed over to the room.

I took the black coveralls and changed as fast as I could. I didn't like the baggy feeling I got from the sleeves, so I just put the pant section on and tied the torso portion around my wait. I pinned my bangs back with a bobby pin I found and grabbed an oil rag from the tool closet. I put my headphones in and pressed play on my playlist labeled "Mechanics". It was mostly just old Fall Out Boy, Blink-182, Green Day, and few various other bands.

I asked the teacher if he had anything I could work on and he told me about the Impala. A beautiful '67 Chevy Impala. I fell in love immediately, and also recognized it as the one the guy had stashed away in 2050. I rubbed my palms together in excitement and started going to town. I popped the hood and smiled wider when I realized this was going to be a project that would last me months. Finally, something to look forward too!

I was working hard and completely zoned out. My inner gear-head had been channeled and I was so far in my own world it was unreal. I didn't even realize when some more students walked in. My head was down and my arms were engulfed in the engine, the students wouldn't have even noticed me anyways. I wiped my hands off with the oil rag and looked down. The car was missing a few pieces.

"Wonder if Dean could get them." I muttered to myself, wiping the sweat off my forehead with my forearm. I shoved the oil rag in my pocket and started for the Mr. Dean's office.

-Rory-

There were people with jumpsuit like uniforms on, head and arms deep in cars, and covered in oil and sweat. A girl walked past us, her face smeared with oil...or what I could see of it. I grimaced and looked away. "Do you think they'll let us transfer classes?" I asked is disgust at all the sweat oil covered people.

"No, they won't." Beck huffed and looked around. "Rory," He shoved his elbow into my side, "Look."

I looked in the direction his gaze was in and saw Mr. Wyatt. He had on a black jumpsuit uniform and his hair was spiked up with gel. He was frowning at something and his hands were hidden in the hood of a car. He looked kind of like Mickie when she was practicing or working on a car, or like Beck when he was reading a big book or working on homework. Determined.

"You think we should say something to him?" I asked...stupidly. Yes, I know when my questions are dumb, but I can't help it!

"Do you have a death wish?" Beck snapped and whacked me upside the head.

"No." I muttered under my breath and followed Beck into the actual class room. There were a few girls in there gossiping or painting their nails. They must not have liked actually working or getting dirty. I couldn't blame them, I wouldn't want to work on a car either.

Beck and I took seats at the back table and kept quiet. Beck pulled a book out of his back pocket and I put my head down, ready to take a nap.

-Mickie-

"How'd you know to do that?" I jumped at the sudden company, but when I saw Butch looking over my shoulder I took a headphone out and replied with "Huh?"

"How did you know to do that? To stop the engine leak like that." He said, pointing to my temporary patch-job fix to a leak.

"Oh, uh, my grandfather." I said, slightly out of breath. Mechanics was hard work and pretty tiring. "He taught me everything I know." I shrugged, and looked down at my patch-job. "I can fix it properly once Dean gets those parts in."

Butch nodded, staring at the car. He ran a hand over the side and walked around it. Inspecting as any true gear-head would. It was a beauty. In major need of extreme repairs, some body work, and a paint job, but a beauty none the less.

"'67?" He asked, glancing up at me for a second.

"Yep." I nodded. "Original interior and engine, but I think I'm going to have to upgrade a few parts. They're too old and rusted over." I rubbed the back of my neck and shrugged. I hate upgrading cars. Original everything is my kind of car, but this beauty deserved to run and to make her run would mean to upgrade her.

"I can get you a few parts I think." Butch offered. I gawked for a minute than regained my cool exterior. On the inside I was freaking bouncing off the walls excited that I was bonding with the 18 year old version on my grandfather. It was like being close to him in a whole new level. "And I can take car of those dents for you, but as of now that's all I can do."

"Hey, beggars can't be choosers." I held my hands up, happy for the help.

"Alright, well, you better go get cleaned up." Butch exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Next class in in a few minutes."

I gave him a smirk and tossed him my oil rag. I washed the oil smears off my face and cleaned myself up a little. Luckily I didn't have any stains on my dress, and I only had a smear on the rubber of my shoe. I unpinned my bangs and stuffed the bobby pin in my shoe. I put the jean jacket on and folded up the coveralls up. I stuffed it in my new Mechanics locker and used the spare lock Dean had. I checked the security of it and then followed Butch out.

I had third and fourth with Boomer, who I was handed over to outside the garage, and before I knew it lunch had rolled around. Boomer and I talked about our last classes lesson as we headed to the cafe. Brick and Butch were waiting for us outside the doors and pushed themselves off the wall when the spotted us. Both of them smirked when the saw me and I even got a hair-ruffle from Brick. Butch swung an arm over my shoulder and gave me a small nuggie.

For the first time since waking up here I was truly content and happy.

-Beck-

"The mystery meat looks even worse than normal." Rory muttered under his breath. I snorted in amusement and let the lunch lady drop a scoop of brown glop on my tray. I rolled my eyes and follow Rory out of line. We were to sit with the Puffs, but I didn't see them. We were looking when suddenly a door swung open. My heart stopped when I saw who it was.

"Beck," Rory gawked, "it's Mickie."

It was her...in a dress. Her hair was up in a ponytail, very unlike her by the way, and she was smiling. Butch had his arm slung over her shoulder, Boomer was laughing about something and following behind them, and I nearly dropped dead when I Nonno with them and ruffling Mickie's hair. They all looked so young, the ruffs I mean. Butch was dressed like a common troublemaker, Boomer looked as though he couldn't have a care in the world, and Nonno...well, it was looking in a mirror with Nonno...his hair was just a little longer.

"She looks happy." Rory whispered.

"Of course she is!" I snapped. "She's literally buddy-buddy with her idols." I rolled my eyes.

"Should we approach her?" Rory asked, eyes glued on her.

Damn, when did she get so fucking curvy? I was so use to her wearing things that covered her legs and jackets that covered everything else. That dress was cut on the sides, showing her tiny waist, and her legs were slim and tan and-

OH MY GOD! What is wrong with me?! I was literally just sitting there thinking of highly dirty thoughts...about my BEST FRIEND! I'm sure Rory was probably thinking the same thing. I mean, he is a boy after all.

"Hey, dumb-dumb and dipshit!" We snapped out of our trance and looked over at Buttercup. "Stop checking out the new girl and come eat." She snapped...no, I mean literally snapped her fingers and pointed at the two empty seats.

"We'll see her later, Rory." I muttered and led the way to the table.

I was suddenly plagued with bad thoughts of my best friend and I really wanted it to stop. Can someone please help me?