Ha, I love this. To get a feel for these two, try Taylor Swift - Blank Space (Pop Rock Cover by Twenty One Two).

WARNING: Contains an OC, romance and some disturbing imagery.

Disclaimer: I don't own TDAS

Girlfriend!

Mal had himself a honest to goodness (or Badness) girlfriend! Out of all of the personas, Mal had been dating a girl behind their backs! They had found out completely by accident too, that had been awkward for sure.

The four personas (all minus Mal) were gathered in the main lounge of the mansion. Mal had requested some private time in the body and had left hours ago. Everyone had been okay with it at first, but after the three hour mark, the others had began to get suspicious. Mike did have faith in Mal, but the others were insistent and their examples and arguments had allowed doubt to begin to creep in. Vowing to only peek, he used all of his power to surge to the surface… only to find himself locked in a kiss! There were slender fingers wound through his hair and a slim body in his arms. He pulled away in shock, he had done this with Zoey but this was definitely not Zoey! The girl in front of him had long, golden hair and sharp eyes that were looking at him closely with an intensity that could match Mal's glare par on par.

Vito was sulking who knows where, upset that both Mal and Mike had picked up a girl before he did. There was that brief stint with Anne Maria, but that hadn't really counted. Manitoba had been taken aback at first, but wasn't really all that surprised now he thought about it and Svet had been ecstatic.

He fled to the mindscape and the others glanced at him for information. They all saw the shocked, slightly panicked expression and all jumped to their own conclusions.

"What was he doing?"

"You alrigh' mate?"

"Dija get 'nto a fight?"

Once he had recovered enough to follow everyone he sighed and said, "I'm… I'm okay… Just, umm… Wow. Oh jeez, I'm not even sure what I just interrupted."

Moments later, Mal stormed up to them and snarled. "What was that?" he demanded, "I asked for time alone didn't I?" Mike stumbled back, trying to both placate and not get beaten by the angry persona.

"I'm so sorry Mal!" He cried, "I was just checking up on you and… it just sort of… happened."

Mal slumped over, all earlier rage seemingly gone. "It's fine, Xena was pretty understanding, she's cool like that. It's just, wow… That's like being walked in on by your flatmate."

"'old on, I'm los'" Manatoba interrupted, "'ho's this Xena? What happened?"

"Mike…" Mal started, sending a glare his way, "Reared his head in the middle of me and my girlfriend making out!"

"What!"

Really, the most surprised out of all of them was Mike. He knew that Mal's "bad boy" personality attracted girls, but they were mostly bimbos who he would never have bothered with, especially not for as long as they had been together.

"How could you do that? I have a girlfriend, I can't be seen kissing someone else!" Mike shot at his darker counterpart, Mal only shrugged.

"Vito had Anne Maria, and besides she's been my girl much longer than Zoey's been yours, we've been going out since freshman year."

"What? How did you keep THAT a secret!"

"I have many secrets Mike."

"I know, but still, a GIRLFRIEND!?"

Mal said nothing.

Mal didn't know what the others were fussing over, the idea of him having a romance was not that unbelievable. He and Xena were a longstanding couple, if he was going to love her and leave her he would have done it by now and she wasn't the only one playing with fire in the relationship.

It wasn't the beauty or the money (although she possessed both in droves) it was the danger. She was a ticking time bomb, homosidal then suicidal, crazy while sane, an obsessive pyromaniac that danced on the embers with smoke flying through her hair.

She was the kind of girl that murdered her ex and then slept beside the corpse. Their first meeting was a perfect example.

His family had been invited to a stupid ball out of town. His mother was excited to the point of buying a brand new dress and diamond set and his father was wearing his best suit. He was wearing one of his dad's suits after burning his own and he was so, so bored. He would usually send Mike out for such things, but he needed time away from that traitor. The hall was huge, the party he was supposed to be enjoying taking one ballroom of seven. He was three hours into the torture when he heard music coming from another room. Feeling that being a party crasher at another party was better than hanging around at your own stupid one, he head out.

In ballroom six, he found a girl no older than himself, dancing in the middle of the room, it was to a fast waltz and she was flawlessly keeping up with the music despite the boy she was dancing with being seemingly unconscious on her shoulder. The tables were full, every seat but two occupied with a limp lord or lady in finery, had they all fallen asleep? Spiked punch, Mal assumed. He found himself stepping along to the faster music despite himself and he looked down at his feet in shock. When he looked up, the girl had turned, and was staring at him with intense eyes of and indeterminable colour.

"Want to dance?"

The question was so unexpected that he found himself simply staring dumbly. "What?"

"Do you want to dance with me?" She asked again.

Dumbstruck, he agreed and watched her lug the sleeping boy to his chair, and sat him so he was facing away. Funny he didn't wake up, Mal thought, and why was she dancing with someone unconscious anyway?

The song started and he struggled to keep up, he knew how to dace of corse, but it was obvious that this girl was an expert, possibly raised an aristocrat. He found the controlled movements hypnotic and the dance was over all too soon. He stayed for another, and another, and another. The stunning blonde took it all in stride. They talked, they laughed and they danced the night away. He learned her name was Xena and that she was the sole heir of a enormous wealth. She was on her own at the party as her parents were visiting a convention in Brazil and that she had the family mansion to herself until next audience stayed silent and limp the whole time.

Only when he heard his parents calling did he finally stop the dance. He made to pull away, but Xena grabbed his tie and pulled him forward. She kissed him, properly on the lips and then allowed him to go. He looked back at her only once before leaving.

The next day, the papers headlines read:

HUNDREDS DEAD AFTER MASS HOMICIDE AT ARISTOCRATIC BALL, KILLER STILL NOT FOUND.

The day after that, there was a new transfer in his class from out of town. A girl with eyes of an indeterminable colour.

Yes, Xena was crazy. She was a twisted, insane, beautiful girl.

He loved her for it.