I posted this on my tumblr first because it was inspired by an artist from there called blueomoon who did a headshot of Kid!Paige and Kid!Tony...So the design credit goes to them. Anyhow, this one's T for one vulgar word and implied violence and abuse so if you get triggered by those...Don't read this. The next one will be K, I swear. (Also sorry if some parts don't make sense. .-.)

DISCLAIMER! I do not own DHMIS or the designs used except for Mrs. Turner or Mrs. Crimson.

The basic black watch on his arm read 11:05, meaning there was still 25 minutes of recess left until class resumed. Today they'd learn multiplication, which he already knew how to do being the teacher's pet…However, he didn't really know anybody but the teachers and he was too scared to tell them he was being picked on. A lot.

His fellow peers would laugh, "Hey Tony, why are you all alone? Oh right, your too dorky for friends!" or he'd occasionally hear them murmuring about what he did in his free time and joking about it.

The door flung open, catching his attention away from the textbook in front of him. A grown woman sashayed through the door. Her red heels smacked the floor as she made her way towards Mrs. Crimson's desk. Behind her a little girl rushed.

He instantly recognized her by her bounce in her step and short, pastel hair. He never really caught her name, despite remembering her getting in trouble a lot for not doing the assignment or goofing around. The teacher raised her head and adjusted her green glasses, chiming, "Hello Mrs. Turner! How are-"

She was interrupted by her hissing, "Don't waste your time with the simple conversation. You called me here about my daughter's behavior. What did she do this time?"

The boy was shocked that such an uptight person like her could raise a bubbly energetic girl like the one she had…Then again, they were only 8, they had plenty of time to have a shift in personality. The girl tried to walk away, only to be scolded. She slouched and crawled back to the desk, knowing there would be a consequence for it later.

Mrs. Crimson cleared her throat before setting down her paperwork, "Ah yes, I'm afraid her focus is lacking which is causing her grades to fall…"

"Her grades are falling?! Paige! Why the hell are your grades falling?!"

His face went blank. Her language was also very vibrant, he knew they weren't supposed to be used with someone her age. She sobbed, "I-I don't know-"

She received a smack in the face, causing the teacher to shoot up from her chair, "Mrs. Turner, that i-"

"Silence!"

He knew she wanted to speak, but afraid of picking a fight, she sat back down. The little girl continued sobbing and wailing, "I just can't do math! I'm sorry mommy! I don't like it so I don't focus on it!"

"Well sometimes you have to do things ya don't like!"

"Mrs. Turner, she's only a child-"

"Yes but every child should be able to do math! Especially one of mine!"

The teacher quietly pulled her cell phone out of her desk as the argument between mother and child escalated. The police on the other end heard everything from the cursing all the way to the smacking. Tony put a bookmark in his book and pulled out a cookie and juice box for the poor girl.

After about five minutes, the sheriff and two other officers stormed through the door, handcuffs in hand. The mother attempted to put up a fight but inevitably failed to at least take a swing. He growled, "Your under arrest for child abuse and resisting arrest."

Paige stood there, still bawling and sniffling. He got up from his chair once they went away and stopped two paces away from her. This was one of the few times he had even tried to interact. Thoughts filled his head as he kept staring at her, "What if this is too much at once? What if she doesn't like me? Maybe I shouldn't have left my book—"

She looked up at him, letting him catch a glimpse of her. Her eyes were puffy, but even then they were a magnificent shade of lavender with an adorable nose to match. Her skin was like nobody else's, a shade of cream-white. She sobbed, "What do you want?"

His heart pounded at mach one. He shakily asked, "D-Do you want something to eat? I have a cookie over by my desk I'm not eating…"

She tried to wipe a tear from her eye, "What kind?"

"Chocolate chip with macadamia nuts."

She nodded, following him. He pulled a chair and turned it before returning to his own seat. She sat in it as he set his book aside and handed her the cookie. She murmured, "Thank you."

He smiled, "Welcome. If you wanna drink, let me know."

"That would be nice…"

He bent over his brown paper bag and pulled out the juice box, gliding it across the desk. She weakly smiled and pulled out the straw, taking small sips. She set it down and asked, "I hope you don't mind me asking, but…What's your name?"

He froze, surprised she wanted to get to know him. He thought she'd take the food and go away and join the rest of the student body in their fun and mocking.

"M-My name's…T-Tony."

"Tony? Hm, " She bit into the cookie, putting her free pointer finger in the air, "I feel like I know you from somewhere…"

He sighed, recalling every time someone made fun of him ever since he could remember. Instead she grinned, imagining if every time he was teased he'd get a dollar he'd be richer than Bill gates. The two laughed over it for a few moments, unaware of the teacher leaving the room. She then went on to say that wasn't it before finishing her drink and tossing it out.

"Oh! I almost forgot. I'm Paige." She smiled.

"Paige…Nice name."

"Thank you!"

Before they could continue, the bell rang. He threw the bag in a garbage bin, claiming there wasn't anything good in there anyway. She asked if he was sure he wanted to wait to eat and he assured her there was food at home and he could go a few hours without it. She stuffed the rest of the cookie in her face and nearly choked on it.

Soon their classmates were flooding in, still energized. After she turned her chair, he grabbed the back of it and used his middle finger to rub the bottom of her neck to get attention. After a minute of ink drizzling on it, she turned her head.

He asked, "Hey…D-Do you wanna…maybe come over after school? I heard you need help with ma-"

Her eyes lit up as she tried to contain her excitement, "Sure, I'd love to!"

Mrs. Crimson reentered the classroom, announcing the lesson for today. He watched turn her head back around and pull out her small notepad. One thing in class, however, was different. When she was almost done giving the assignment, she announced that today the class could work in groups of two, glancing towards them, grinning. Usually you'd work alone or in groups of threes, never two.

After instructions, the girl whipped her chair around. She didn't need to ask, he just smiled and said, "Okay, first let me pull out the multiplication table for you…"