A/N: Mildly racially sensitive scenario below for culture shock purposes only. No offence meant. Love y'all. :)

For those who dislike the topic discussed, you may jump straight to the next chapter which is exactly the same, just with a different scenario. :D Enjoy!

Thank you to WinterFairy7337 and Anne for their awesome beta help.

I do not own Austin & Ally.

"What is this?" Dez stared at the strange device sitting on the kitchen countertop, before he promptly attempted to fit his head into it.

"That's a blender. I wouldn't do that if I were you and wanted to keep my face intact," replied Mike as he observed them.

The two princes had practically asked them everything about their world and every single electronic device they had come across. Austin had almost had an anxiety attack when Donna received a call from her real older brother. She'd spoke into a small box that piped out another person's voice. "A sure sign of the devil and insanity!" he had cried out.

The duo had even offended a couple of dark-skinned men when Dez wondered aloud on why ***** were allowed in broad daylight.

-flashback-

"Look at those men!" Dez nudged Austin as they passed by a few black guys on their way to Mike's house.

"You got a problem, fella?" one of the men asked.

"How did you manage to do it?" whispered Dez conspiratorially.

"Do what?" the guy asked, confused.

"Escape slavery and not be hauled back to your captors! And also, flaunting your ***** dark skin out in broad daylight!"

One of the other man who was drinking from a bottle, choked while Mike and Donna gaped at Dez.

"What did you call us?" the men all stood up, riled and offended.

"Uh, did…I say something wrong?" flustered Dez.

"Hell yeah, you did, you soulless white bastard."

Dez gasped in offence. "Yeah, that's right, I went there!" said the man.

Fortunately, Donna came to the rescue as mediator. "Uh, erm, sorry about this. They were just practicing for a play set in 1666 London and they're just too much in character!" she told the angry men.

"So, what you're saying is that black people weren't invented then yet?" retorted one of the men.

"Huh?" his friend asked.

"You know what I mean. That they're saying that dark-skinned people didn't exist during that period."

While all the other men argued about the confusing statement, Mike and Donna had quickly pushed, shoved, and dragged the princes away, all the while lecturing them on the usage of proper, non-offensive vocabulary.

"The word that you used," Mike pointed at Dez accusingly, "may have been a polite terminology when referring to African-Americans before the Civil Rights Movement in the late 1960s, but nowadays, it's considered offensive unless it's referred to in historical context."

Austin was pretty darn proud of his lineage after that little display of knowledge from his descendant.

-Back in the present-

If he didn't know better, Mike could've sworn that Austin and Dez were definitely not of the same time period as he and Donna were. However, he did know better and so he resolved to begin searching for mental institutions that may have recently lost two patients as soon as he could.

"Anyway, Donna and I have discussed the whole…situation…and we figured that it might be best if you started off with a cover story while we start a search plan."

Austin and Dez listened attentively to the boy as he explained about school being their best cover, especially since they were 'nine-and-ten' (19) while their girls were 'eight-and-ten' (18). High school seemed like the logical choice to start their search if they were indeed in this world.

After about a week's worth of registration and preparation, Mike was briefing Dez and Austin on what they should expect for their first day of school. "You guys will be meeting lots of people! Jocks, cheerleaders, science geeks, math nerds, blah blah blah…"

Dez raised a hand to cut in. "We do not know what those terms mean," he said.

"You'll learn," replied Mike simply.

Mike and Donna, due to their age differences with the older princes, were not going to be in the same school. However, the middle school and high school were just next to each other, making it convenient in case of any emergencies.

"Here are your burner cells; I've already taught you how to use them." The two princes looked dubiously at the 'devil devices' that Donna handed to them. When Donna had questioned Mike about the use of funds for the clothes and school fees, Mike mumbled something about emergency savings and his dad's credit cards. Oh boy, he would be so dead when his parents returned.

The two princes were now dressed in 21st Century-era t-shirts and jeans with the exception of Dez, who had insisted on choosing his own colours. He was wearing neon versions of Austin's clothes. He looked like a walking, and talking, traffic light.

"Yeah, I think you should be able to pass off as high schoolers and fit right in," Mike smirked proudly at his handiwork.

"If I ever get in a duel and the other man gets to choose the weapon, I'm hoping he says pancakes," smiled Austin. He had been pretty obsessed with food fights and pancakes ever since he saw one happening on the 'magic box' also known as the TV, and tried pancakes that Donna had made.

"As long as you get rid of your weird language habits that is," frowned Mike.

"This is all rather exciting," commented Dez as he smiled at his best friend. He had slowly started to come out of his moody shell after they had begun their mission to search for the girls. It was after all, more than what they had been doing a week ago.

Austin gave a small smile in return; he hoped that this school that they had enrolled in was going to bear more fruit than their previous aimless searches. This strange yet oddly amazing world was their only clue to where they could possibly find Ally and Trish.

After a few wrong turns in the hallways and using their impeccable manners to charm the headmistress and an old lady in the administrative office, the two boys were finally brought to their classes. Thankfully, they had the exact same timetable.

"Class, please welcome your new classmates, they're transfers," announced the teacher.

There was a small smattering of applause from several individuals in the class as the two boys waved brightly. They had almost bowed due to habit but had refrained from doing so after Mike's repeated warnings that they would be teased for it.

By lunchtime, they were enormously relieved. They had absolutely no idea where on Earth or what in the world a 'Russia' was and who the creator of e=mC2 was. Was that even right? Ugh.

During the interim periods between classes, the boys had tried to catch glimpses of students out in the hallways, but they failed to spot the two they most wanted to see.

On the bright side, Austin and Dez had managed to make friends with a bunch of the supposed 'cool kids' that Mike had mentioned. The two, however, did not like how some of the females were daringly flirtatious, leaning against him and Dez while lingering their hands all over. That behaviour was almost positively harlot-like.

During lunch, the guys were introduced to the rest of the clique. Dez immediately made a nemesis out of Chuck over their argument of what a balanced meal was.

Meanwhile, two girls observed the chaos from their individual positions across the cafeteria.

"Who are those weirdoes?" one of them, a short girl asked her group as they stepped into the room. They all turned to glance at the two new guys.

"Oh, they are just these two new kids who just transferred to our school. Elliot and Trent took a liking to them almost immediately. They're in my class! Pretty good looking aren't they? Especially the blond?" replied Brooke excitedly.

Dez was holding a fruit in Chuck's face. "Perhaps eating this orange today will undo your years of unhealthy food choices!" he declared.

"I repeat. Weirdoes! Anyway, tell Trent I won't be eating lunch today. I have detention for losing my homework at work."

"You work at the smoothie shop."

"So?"

"So how did you…never mind. We'll let him know, Trish."

"So those are the new guys in your class that you were telling me about?" the other girl asked her friend.

"Yes, aren't they cute?" gushed Kira.

"Well, I guess so. But their mannerisms seem odd."

"Who cares? Cute is cute!"

The girl laughed, "Whatever you say, Kira. I'm done with my lunch. I'm off to my next class."

"So soon?"

"I'm not class valedictorian for nothing, you know."

"Okay, fine. Go and be your little nerdy self, Ally," teased Kira as she waved goodbye.

-end-

A/N: *gasp* Well there the girls are! A little suspiciously fast in their appearance don't you think? ;)

I asterisked the word up there in the story on purpose. Just imagine it up yourself. It's just to show the difference in their cultural times. (:

The next chapter is a mildly revised version of this chapter, do take a read of the revised 'misunderstanding' scene for some laughs! :D