A.N. WE ARE BACK! Hello friends. We know you have missed us just as much as we missed you. You Probably missed us more because...well We are just awesome. Let's go over something's. Blitzy and Hippie congratulate 2vamp4u on winning the contest! YAY! Hippie the third Wants it known that this chapter takes place about 4 days after the last one. As for Hadley's anger directed at a certain magenta clad someone...don't mess with ElectraPhobia friendship! Blitzy has gifted you with...A NEW OC! Remember her name. She shall return! Last but not least, we tried to make the 1963 things to make sense really we did. It just backfired. Last Hippie is writing the A.N. because Blitz is chilling in Narnia. Blitz does it soooooooo much better.

Every time you don't review Charles loses a chunk of hair. First the sparkle now this. What is the world coming to?

SO THIS ONE GIRL, SHE LIEK MESSED UP MY TARPS. D: SO SAD, RIGHT? AND THIS HAPPENED ALL THE WAY BACK IN NINETEEN OF THE SIXTY THREE.

"…So you gave her directions?"

Sean leaned back in his chair and eyed Bree cautiously as she sipped her soda. "Yup," the telepath mused, batting her straw back and forth with her tongue. The look on her redhead friend's face made her giggle and accidentally start choking on her Sprite.

Alex snickered as Bansheep gaped. "You just magically found the directions to Magneto's evil lair, and then gave Hadley said evil directions?" Both at the table with him doubled over laughing. When Bree looked up, red-faced and highly amused, she had a single word to reply with.

"Yup."

The look on Banshee's face set her into another fit of hysteric giggles as Alex reached for his last s'more, which Sean eyed jealously. "If you know the directions," he asked haughtily, not doing a good job at keeping his tone serious, "then why haven't you led us over there to defeat Magenta Man?"

She shrugged. "We'd all get our asses kicked. And you," Bree jutted her chin out towards Sean, "would probably get the worst of it, Sir I Love Hadley A-Lots."

"I'd totally kick as much ass as I could," Alex interjected happily. His girlfriend grinned. "I'm sure you would, sweetie. I'm sure you would."

He laughed, and then paused. "Wait… so why exactly is Hadley heading over there?" Bree paused. "She has something to ask. And I told her to say hi to Emma Frost for me. I invited her to the reunion."

Both boys did spit-takes at that. "You invited one of our nemesises to the family reunion?" Banshee wailed. Alex wiped his mouth… and shirt… and table… with a napkin. "It's nemeses, Bozo Jr. And what gives? Since when are you friends with Frostbite?"

Bree winked, and avoided answering the question by sipping her soda until a large platter of pizza was suddenly set down at their table, something she had noticed in her peripheral vision.

Sean eyed it cautiously, hoping he would get that for free because it was Kitty Ear Wednesday. "What's with the pizza?" Alex asked the waitress who had set it down. "We ordered another plate of s'mores, Miss."

She beamed at him in reply. "Sorry, sir. I just got this new job here, and I'm trying to make this new type of dessert pizza famous. It's pizza dough, and instead of cheese and sauce, it has Boston Cream donut filling on top of it, and then it's drizzled with hot fudge."

Both Bree and Alex moved to grab slices, while Sean's face darkened. He turned to the waitress in disgust. "Listen, lady, I don't know who yous thinks yous is…"

Her smile faltered for a second before she plastered it back on. "Oh, my name's Aurora. Hello!" Sean sighed. "But I wanted s'mores!" She pouted. "I'll give you your next plate free." "I WAS SUPPOSED TO GET THEM FOR FREE! IT'S KITTY EAR WEDNESDAY!"

Aurora tilted her head in confusion. "No, that's gangster Wednesday," she told him carefully. "It's not Kitty Ear 23rd for another three weeks." Alex paused. "Hadley told us it was Kitty Ear Wednesday," he replied. Aurora shrugged. "Rolf likes to change things up," she chirped. "He loves seeing people walk in on random days with kitty ears. Next week, it's Dolphin early-to-mid afternoon all week, so he hopes to see people in kitty ears and dolphin fins!"

Banshee's face darkened. "I don't like this Rolf dude…"

Bree tapped her lip with a finger. "Isn't Hadley's favorite ex-boyfriend named Rolf? He's the freaking awesome one, right?"

"WAIT, WHUT?"

I'M NOT RELATED TO LUCAS TILL BUT I WISH HE WAS BECAUSE HE'S A MAJOR FCKING HOTTIE. IN 1963. WITH A SOUTHERN ACCENT. AND HANNAH MONTANA.

Magneto thought today was going to be a somewhat normal day. With his magenta helmet and a nice, hot cup of coffee and discussing how to take over the world.

Instead, when he and the others returned, they came face-to-face with a screaming redhead and another redhead, arguing relentlessly.

"What the hell is going on here?" he barked as his allies resumed their usual positions: Angel in the lounge chair, Azazel grooming his devil horns, Riptide being canon fodder, and Emma trying to write something at the table. They all ignored the two shrieking at each other.

Hadley stopped in the middle of her argument with Mystique to smile at Erik. "Hi, Magenty!" she chirped, "I need to borrow your Blue Problem. Man… lady… thing." Mystique bristled at that. "I'm not a man!" she snapped. Hadley held up both hands in defense. "Hey, all I'm saying is you could be one if ya wanted to be. I'm not against that. I'm an open-minded girl. I accept many beliefs.

"I just really, need you to pretend to be me!" She got down on her knees, in prayer position, and stared up at Mystique with a pout. "Pleeeease!"

Angel raised an eyebrow from her perch, cocktail in hand. "Why do you need Mystique to pretend to be you?" she asked. Hadley shuddered. "Chaaarles has scheduled a freaking family reunion for all of us, so we can meet families. My mom and baby brother are going."

"And the problem is?" Emma interjected coolly, scribbling something down on her paper. Riptide tried to get a close look, but she crystallized her hand and punched him away. "…So take the most mutant hating people ever-"

Magneto interrupted Hadley's statement with a "been there, done that, killed them all. Why bring it up?" She shot him a cold glare before continuing. "Take the most mutant hating people ever, multiply that by like over 9000 or something, and stuff it in a closet so the evil can intensify. That's my mom right there."

Sipping her cocktail slowly, Angel choked on her drink in amusement. "And your brother?"

"Little Wells?" Hadley smiled. "My baby brother Henry is awesome. If you try to handcuff him and push him onto the ground, he complies!" She clapped. "He's the good guy in all of this! Such a pretty, pretty pony!"

Riptide giggled and everyone else just stared at Hadley like they were viewing one of the major evils of the world. She glanced at Mystique. "So that's why I need you, Blue Problem! I'm sure Magenta McDouchebag Pants will agree! He values my life more than yours." Her malicious words ended with a smile.

Magneto cracked a sheepish one. "…She's right." "Wait, what?" Mystique demanded. Hadley blinked. "I am? Sweeet… you're still in my no-no book."

Ignoring a pleading look from his blue friend, Erik sighed. "Fine, she'll do it. But it's going to cost you…"

CAN A GIRL BREAK HER PHONE WITHOUT HER FRIEND BEING HELD ACCOUNTABLE? I HOPE SO.

"…Or maybe his name was John Lennon. I can't remember."

Bree was continuing to ramble about Rolf as Banshee's eyes bugged out of his head, Aurora tittered, and Alex tried not to choke on his manly root beer.

"It was some intelligent crazy songwriter British guy with cool glasses, I know that…"