Metrocity walked into school the next day, her face the face of Aiyana, and not her own. Her hair was back in her face, and an evil smile graced her lips as she found the note taped to her locker. Lockers were funny things, really.

It amused her how easily one could be hacked.

The note read,

Aiyana,
Meet me by the lake tonight.

~MCP

As she crumpled the note up and tossed it in the trash, Metrocity chuckled under her breath. Peerrrrrfect...

***Break***

"Hey," Bernard said, sliding next to Metrocity at the empty lunch table no one else dared brave for fear of being associated with the new kid.

"Ollo…?" Metrocity half-asked, slightly confused. Why was he sitting with her? Was he supposed to sit with her? Should she have expected this? Had he discovered her identity and was trying to confront her? What plot did this child of Metro Man have in mind, to dare sitting with her at the back table of the lunchroom?

Bernard gave her a funny look, and she quickly corrected, "Hellloooo." She drew out the sounds, trying to form the word as inconspicuously as possible. She relaxed a little when he said nothing more on the subject of her greetings. "Why are you sitting here?" Metrocity asked him, using one of the only two approaches she knew; the direct one.

"Well, I'm your boyfriend now, right? That's what boyfriends and girlfriends traditionally do; sit together, and talk."

"Talk!" Metrocity asked, mortified. How could she have not seen this coming! What would she do!

"You've never had a boyfriend before, have you?" Bernard asked, and Metrocity shook her head slowly. "Wow, that's really...unexpected."

"Why's that?" Metrocity asked defensively. "Are you implying something of which I've no previously-gained information, and cannot therefore correctly isolate?" Bernard gave her a blank stare, and she sighed in deep annoyance before he finally managed to process the basics of what she had just said, and when he did, he seemed a bit flustered.

"No, no! I didn't mean to offend you or anything, I just—I was just surprised that someone as pretty as you are had never had a boyfriend before, is all."

"I'm homeshooled, remember?"

"Still, most of the home-school's I've met—"

"How can you meet a home-shool?"

"A home-school is a homeschooled kid, it's—never mind. Anyway, most of the homeschooled kids I've known were involved in social programs outside of the house."

"Well...I don't...get out, much." Metrocity said, groping for the only excuse she could think of.

"You don't get out much, huh?" Bernard grinned, and Metrocity didn't like it one bit. It was devious, mischievous, a look she had never expected to appear on the face of "His Lordship Floatiness", as she had recently begun to call him. "Maybe we should fix that..."

***Break***

"NO, NO, PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DO-HOWN!" Metrocity cried as Bernard began tickling her, and it made her angry to see the smug look on his face, and knowing that he had gained a victory—no matter how temporary—over her while she was helpless.

"Are you sure you want me to put you down?" he asked. "It's fifty feet to the ground!"

"Let me GO, you egomaniacal narcissistic nanny!"

"I think you mean ninny!" he retorted, and at the very same moment dropped her altogether. Metrocity screamed as she fell, picking up speed on the way down, and shut her eyes tight, bracing for impact. Before she could hit the ground, however, Bernard had swooped down and grabbed her by the ankle.

Metrocity cursed up and down at her secret nemesis as he then tossed her up in the air, catching her in a similar manner to how he had carried her the night before. When they were finally back on the ground, Metrocity growled.

"Didn't you say we were doing something social? Because I rally don't think flying for two counts as a social activity!"

"I think you mean really," Metro Boy replied smugly.

"Shut up," she grumbled, turning around. "I'm heading ho—OOOH!" she cried as she was again lifted from the ground.

"Hey! I did promise you a social event, didn't I?"

"Put me down, put me DOWN!" she yelled again, but he ignored her pleas, even as she began pounding on his chest.

***Break***

Metrocity walked into the lair with a rather happy attitude for spending a night with Metro Boy. He'd taken her to a baseball game, and it had extremely excited her whenever it looked like someone might get hit in the face with a ball or bat, much to Bernard's extreme confusion. She was disappointed at the end, when there had been no bloodshed or ceremonial clobberings.

She'd taken the opportunity to explain to Bernard about an ancient mating ritual of a certain tribe of Neanderthals back in the Ice Age and after, where two males vying for the same female would take large wooden clubs, or bones of a mammoth or similarly large creature, and whack each other in the shins repeatedly, taking turns. The first to fall was the loser, and usually died of broken legs or infection. The last one standing won the female and then, also, died later on.

It was clear to Metrocity that the information, coming from such a normal-looking teenager, disturbed Bernard, as he immediately veered away from the subject and explained baseball to her.

As Metrocity swung her bag down, she noticed a note on the counter.

Metrocity,
If we're not home by the time you are, your father and I are in jail again, possibly with Mark. You and Minion are in charge until we get back.
~Lots of Love,
Roxanne & Megamind

Metrocity set the note back on the counter and looked around. Minion was snoozing on the couch with Song in his arms. Switching out of her disguise, Metrocity rolled up her sleeves and stepped into the kitchen. Time to conquer the beast called Dinner for Four.

Author Comments:

XDXD, Metrocity might just teach Bernard something about something...And she's certainly learning from him! "No, Aiyana, you don't smack the umpire with the bat!" "Well how was I supposed to know that!" So...Yeah...XDXD