A/N: Hey guys! Don't worry, this isn't one of those things where they're like "sorry no new chapter just me talking and breaking your heart in two by telling you I'm not gonna update hahaha". There's a new chapter coming after this-three I think-but there's some things I need to explain.

1) After I finish uploading these next few chapters, I don't know WHAT I'm going to do with this thing. Depends on what you guys think. I'm kind of busy, but if you think I should finish it, I may just go back and edit some chapters and add some new stuff because, well honestly, my writing style has changed A LOT and if I'm going to finish it, some writing things need to be changed.

2) I may or may not disappear for a while again. Sorry. :(

3) Again, you're guaranteed about two more chapters or so, because those were already written but I was just too lazy to upload them. Sorry X|

Okay! That's it! Carry on!

(A/N: Is it a coincidence that chapter unlucky thirteen is when Steve goes to Olivia's school? That was a rhetorical trick question; yes, it is a coincidence.)

I heard the familiar sound of blasting music rise through the air as an car engine hummed. A smile formed on my face. Aaron was here. It was time. I was already; I had gotten dressed, eaten, washed up and everything. I had just been sitting in my room writing until it was time. And now it was time. I closed my notebook, stuffed it in the hidden bookcase beside my bed, grabbed my shoulder bag and rocketed out of my bedroom and over to Steve's.

I knocked on the door quickly before opening it. "Aaron's here!" I called as I stuck my head into the room. Steve stood in front of the dresser, fixing the collar of his white polo shirt, a sort of nervous look in his eyes. He looked. . .well, he looked like Steve. Problem was that Steve didn't look anything that your average American teenager.

His shirt was ironed and tucked into his jeans (which also looked ironed), he had on a belt, his blonde hair was neatly combed and he looked. . .presentable. I couldn't help but grin. Obviously he was going to need a little of my help. He glanced over at me and smiled a little; I quickly noticed that it was a nervous smile.

"Ready?" I asked. He glanced at his reflection with a sigh. "I'm not sure about this Olivia," he said, but I flicked my wrist at him. "Nonsense!" I exclaimed. "C'mere though, we're going to have to fix a few things about your clothes." He walked over, looking down at himself in confusion. "What?" he asked. "What's wrong?" "What isn't wrong. . ." I murmured. "The trick is to look nice and not look nice at the same time."

I pulled his shirt out in the front and made his collar askew. "I. . .I don't follow," he said and I chuckled. I had to stand on my tiptoes to ruffle his hair, but once I did, he looked more normal. Not completely normal, but a bit better. "There," I said, proud of my handiwork. "Now smile a little; it'll be fun. The kids are going to love you."

He raised his eyebrows. "From what I hear, teenagers aren't the nicest people on the planet," he contradicted, and I had to nod. "But I'm nice, see?" I said with an innocent smile. "Don't worry about it. The better looking you are, the more likely you are to be accepted. Sadly, that's how society works nowadays." Did I just tell him he was good looking? "Uhh. . ." I didn't know how to cover that up. "Umm. . ."

I heard a horn honking. Thank God. I rushed back towards my room, motioning for Steve to follow me. "C'mon, we have to go now." I said quickly. "We have to leave through the window so—" "So Edward won't see me," he finished. "Got it." I went over to my window, but before sliding it open I turned to face Steve. "Okay, look, here's the story," I began. "Your name can't be Steve Rogers." "You really think 'bad guys' are going to be at your school?" he asked suspiciously.

I shook my head. "It's not that," I said. "Okay, it's half that, but that's not the whole reason why. It's just that everyone knows Steve Rogers is Captain America, and no one's going to believe it's your real name. Plus, we're going to lie and say you're my cousin, so your name will be Steve Wilde, okay?" He gave me another suspicious look. "Will people buy that?" he asked.

Probably not, said my brain, considering the fact that I was African-American and Steve was Caucasian. It was a long shot. I shrugged. "We can tell them it's by marriage," I said. "And you come from out of town. Got it?" He nodded. "And don't forget; you're a teenager. So try not to act like an adult." I turned back to the window and slid it open, only half surprised that Steve helped me climb onto the tree that was just outside the glass.

Once I hit the ground I rushed around to the front of the house, knowing that Steve was right on my heels without even looking back. Aaron had parked his red Lexus convertible just in front of the staircase; the top was down and a My Chemical Romance song that I didn't recognize was floating through the air.

Aaron looked like himself; black hair a shaggy mess, Aviator sunglasses hiding his green eyes, breaking the dress code by wearing sneakers and a sweatshirt. Steve and I rushed down the lawn towards the car as Aaron got out to greet us. "Hey," he said once we reached the car. Me? I was a little out of breath from all that activity, but I'd live.

"Steve, this is my friend Aaron, Aaron, this is my cousin Steve." I introduced, gesturing to each of them as I did. They shook hands, Aaron's expression rendered unreadable by his glasses. "Hey," he said. "Sorry to say but. . .Livvie never told me about you." "Our aunt and uncle, they just got married," Steve answered coolly. Aaron nodded. "Ah," he said. I tried to act normal; I jumped into the passenger seat, sitting my bag beside me. "C'mon A, get in the car, you'll make us late!" I rushed.

The boys climbed in the car, Steve stuck getting the back seat alone. "Hope you don't mind rock music, Steve," Aaron said he shoved the keys into the ignition. "Uhh. . ." Steve murmured. Too late. Aaron turned the radio on full blast, Skillet suddenly blaring in our eardrums. The whole car was shaking with the noise, and I knew Steve was probably not having a fun time back there.

With a rev of the engine, we were off, at a surprisingly speed. I hardly ever drove with Aaron because of it; his usually speed was 90 MPH. We were going so fast I was pressed back against my seat from the wind. The world blurred around us as the car sped up, the engine roaring. "Tell me again why I was worried we'd be late. . ." I murmured.

"Aaron!" Steve yelled over the sound of the wind and the music. "Are you sure we should be going this fast?!" "Yeah!" Aaron yelled with a chuckle. "What? Scared?!" This was so embarrassing. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose and shutting my eyes. "I should have called Izzy. . ." I murmured. She owned a truck too. Yeah, she wouldn't have been as friendly, but at least she wouldn't give us a 99.9% chance of getting wrapped around a tree.

We banked a sharp left and my whole body jerked to the side. "AARON!" I screamed. "Could you at least TRY not to get us killed!" Aaron glanced at me, an odd look on his face, before looking back at the road. "Any other time you don't mind!" he yelled. Oh, he just had to say that. I lowered my head, unsure of what to say that wouldn't be a lie. Okay, so usually I kind of like it, but right now I was sitting in the car with Steve, and I didn't want him to think of me as some kind of wild, out of control teen.

"Olivia's right though, you should really slow down," Steve agreed, sounding a little worried. Aaron sucked his teeth, shooting Steve a look over his shoulder. "Can't say you two killjoys aren't related. . ." he murmured as he slowed down. . .by about 1 MPH. "Yup," I murmured with a sigh. "I'm so calling Izzy next time."

"So, Liv, who got married?" Aaron asked. I frowned at him. "What?" I asked. "No—" "My uncle Charles and her aunt," Steve interrupted calmly, poking me in the arm. Oh. Shit. Right. I forgot. I winced silently. "Aunt Maggie, remember her?" I asked, knowing that he wouldn't because I don't have an Aunt Maggie. "No," he said, scrunching up his face. "Meh. I hardly remember anyone. Tell them I said congrats." "Sure," I murmured. And I would have, had Aunt Maggie and Uncle Charles actually existed.

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It was kind of funny, because the minute Aaron zoomed into a parking space, Steve and I both wasted no time jumping out of the car. "Thanks, A, see you!" I called quickly. "Wha—hey!" Aaron looked around wildly as Steve and I rushed across the parking lot to get to the front of the school. "Wait for me!" I pretended not to hear him. My friend was a lunatic, true, but I didn't want Steve to think I usually associated myself with lunatics.

"Aaron's. . .special," I murmured as we walked, blending in with the abundance of other students walking towards the stairs. "I can tell," Steve joked and I smirked. "Are they all like th—" "No!" I interrupted, and a little too quickly. "Well, I mean, I don't usually associate myself with weirdoes, if that's what you're wondering." As we walked up the staircase, he gave me a funny look. "I wasn't wondering that," he said. Oh. My bad. "Oh, good," I sighed. "Don't start wondering it either."

"Um, hey Olivia," A voice said behind me. I quickly looked over my shoulder. Jonesy and Emmy were walking up the stairs behind us, both of their eyes looking from Steve to me and back again. Jonesy being Jonesy, she looked like she was about to turn up the flirt. I glared at her. No, said my eyes, which I hoped looked like the devil's. He's WAY off limits. She lifted her eyebrows and shrugged, backing off.

"Hey guys!" I said, putting a smile on my face. I stopped waiting for them to catch up with us, and Steve turned to see who I was talking to. "Guys this is my cousin Steve, Steve these are my best friends Emmy and Jonesy." Emmy smiled and waved and Jonesy gave a curt smile and nod. "Nice to meet you," Steve smiled at them, holding out his hand. It took Emmy a second but she shook his hand. Jonesy, however, turned to look at me.

"So, Livvie, your cousin. . ." she began, clearing her throat. "You never said you had a cousin named Steve." Steve and I fumbled over the excuse, but the gist of it was; "Aunt Maggie and Uncle Charles just got married." Emmy smiled, obviously a lot smoother than Jonesy. "Oh, well tell them I said congratulations," she said as we continued up the staircase.

Jonesy skipped up the stairs, batting her eyelashes at Steve. I almost pushed her down the staircase. "So, Steve, what are you doing here on this fine day?" she asked cutely. I rolled my eyes. Okay, I get it, he's cute, but if I can't flirt with him then no one can! Not that I want to flirt with him, it's just that, y'know, it's not right. "He's visiting for a while, and he wanted to see the school, so I decided I'd bring him by," I said, my fake happiness barely hiding the bile in my voice as I gave Jonesy a malicious smile. She pouted.

I looked up the staircase towards the front doors, just in time to see a figure standing there. And who was that figure, you may be wondering? Why, no one other than Clayton Summers. He was just standing there, talking with a group of his buddies, but they were right beside the door, which meant that we'd have to walk past them.

I gasped, even though I'm not a gasp-er. "Oh dear God—somebodyhideme!" I jumped behind Steve, ducking down low while still trying to walk like a normal person. My three buddies stared at me in confusion. Jonesy snapped her head forward the quickest, though. "Uhh—" she interrupted Steve. "Hey, it's Clayton Summers!" Emmy relaxed upon hearing those words. "Oh," she said, facing forward again.

"She's had this huge crush on him since like, forever," Emmy explained to Steve, who smirked over his shoulder at me. "Well that explains it," he said smugly. I glared at the two of them, still hiding. We were nearing the top of the staircase. "Shut up!" I hissed. "And Steve, it's not like that, Clayton Summers has hated me ever since forever! I'm just trying not to die!"

I straightened up a little as we passed him—God he looked perfect. I shoved the doors open quickly and led the way into the school. The hallways were just as crowded as they usually were on a morning like today. "Uh huh," Steve said coolly. Jonesy shrugged. "Actually, I just thinks he likes her too," she said innocently. "So, Steve, got a girlfriend?"

I really did almost push her off the stairs right then and there.

I know she didn't know that this was Captain America she was talking to, but still. I told her not to flirt with him, I told her! I winced, ducking down lower. How could you, Jonesy?! I thought desperately. A look of pain flashed across Steve's face, but he got rid of it quickly. He only smiled at Jonesy, but I could still see the hurt look in his eyes. "Actually, no," he said.

Jonesy broke into a grin, being as oblivious as always. "Oh," she said with a giggle. "I'm single too." I wanted to wonder if Steve knew what single meant, but I had no time for that. I had to provide a distraction away from girlfriends whose names may or may not begin with the letter P. "So, did you guys know that Steve here is an artist?" I said, elbowing him playfully.

Emmy nodded. "Our friend Izzy—well, her name's Isabelle but we call her Izzy—she's an artist too." Steve nodded at her, but only a little. I could see that I hadn't completely shaken him from his thoughts. And I knew I wouldn't be able to; at least, not with Emmy and Jonesy—urgh, especially Jonesy—hanging around. "Uhh. . .I'm going to go my locker now," I said quickly, grabbing Steve's hand and rushing down the hall. "See you guys later!"

"Olivia watch—" Steve's warning came, again, three seconds too late. I crashed into someone who was a whole head shorter than I was and stumbled back into Steve. It was Anna—oh God, really?! Again?! This time though, the frail girl had managed to stand on her feet. She looked almost the same way she did yesterday, small, pale, and so fragile I was surprised I hadn't broken her already.

"Oh Anna, oh my God. . ." I murmured in embarrassment as Steve helped me balance myself again. "This really needs to stop happening. . ." Unlike before however, Anna gave me a smile. A small smile, the kind that you kind of have to squint to see, but it was a smile nonetheless. "It's alright Olivia," she said, smoothing her bangs down further over her bangs. "Unlike some people, you don't mean it. . ." She glanced at Steve, and it was clear by the look in her huge eyes that she wanted to ask who he was but was too shy to do it.

"Oh, Anna, this is my cousin Steve. Steve, this is my new friend Anna, who I also bumped into yesterday," I introduced, and the two of them said their hellos and nice-to-meet-you's. "See you at lunch," Anna said before dashing off as quickly as she did yesterday. Huh, Said my brain. I didn't think we invited her to sit again with us today but okay. . .I looked over my shoulder at Steve, who seemed to have recovered from the whole girlfriend thing, thanks to me and Anna.

I studied to eyes, just to make sure. "What?" he asked, and I realized it seemed like I had been staring. Geez, could I do anything right? I shook my head, facing forward again. "Em. . .nothing. C'mon, my locker's this way." Could things get any worse?

Trick question; they could and they did.