“what kind of problem?” you asked, cocking your head to the side to look at the canadians on the car. They looked alike... but they didn't...
Max was masculine while Matthew's body was more lean. Max's hair was longer but they had the same blonde curls, with a single stubborn strand sticking out from the rest. The had pretty much the same hight, but Max's body build made him seem a lot bigger than Matt.
You wanted to look at the strange couple before you like a 5 year old with a spot the differences puzzle, but your friend yanked you out of you thoughts and shook you by your shoulders.
“this is serious,____!” she said.
“I'm afraid she's right. We've been found out,” Max said. You wanted to question in what of their many crimes they had been found out, but held it in, knowing that pissing off Max was the last thing you should do unless you wanted a one-way trip to the morgue.
“it's a little hard to explain,” Matthew spoke up softly.
“but, the adversaries you know have a second side to them,” Max continued.
You didn't get it, but found yourself too nervous to question anything they said.
“there's a good side, and a nasty side. The nasty side of it you know,” Max explained further.
You nodded, wondering where this was going and becoming non the wiser.
“and we were that good side,” Matthew told you.
“like with most people the good side was the dominant one, but we got a little rebellious ya see,” Max cut in again.
“Who was “they”? And what does he mean by “that good side was the dominant one”? And how were they being rebellious and against who?” you thought to yourself.
“I think we've lost her,” Matthew said, making you look down at how easy you were to read apparently.
“think of it like this, there was one group of average guys, with good sides and bad ones,” your friend tried to clarify.
“then at one point the guys got split in two. God and bad. The good guys said it was a bad idea to have the bad half run around freely, but the bad guys disagreed and wanted to be free. They fled the good guys and went to live somewhere else,” Matthew added.
“but the good guys found them and are trying to get rid off them, trying to take the freedom the always wanted and fought for... and that's us, the adversaries,” Max finished.
You gave that a few moments to sink in, then you smiled shyly.
“you guys are kidding me right?” you said nervously, hoping it was just a prank, or the effect of Max's “magic brownies”, or something like that.
“THIS IS SERIOUS!!!” your friend exclaimed, shaking you around once more.
“bu-ut tha-at's impo-ossible,” you said,still being shaken around by your friend.
“it is,” Max said, grabbing your friend by her waist and pulling her away from you, “and yet we're here,”
you sat down in your chair, for the first time in your life you we're happy about math class. You silently thanked the heavens for the school-bell ringing, forcing you to leave.
You took a deep breath and tried to rationalize the overdose of info you had just received, while math class had yet to start!
Allen and Alfred were two sides of the same person, Alfred is the good side, Allen is the bad side, because they are the same person they both love you. That's what they had told you.
Every question answered seemed to raise a new question. How did they get split? What was the original of you like? And most of all, WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE YOU?!
You noticed someone sat down next to you and looked up to see who, instantly averting your gaze when you recognized the sky blue eyes behind the wire-frame glasses.
“hey there, doll!” he said happily. You noticed his hands were wrapped in bandages, those weren't there before.
“H-Hi,” you stuttered.
“hey, I don't have my textbooks yet. Can I share yours?” he asked. You nodded and opened the book at the correct page and placed it in the middle of your desks.
Apparently he caught you looking at his hands because he pulled up his sleeve to show you the straps of white fabric covering his hand, while small drops of red were peeking through the flawless white.
“catching a nailed bat: bad idea,” Alfred said with a smile.
“Allen did that?” you thought to yourself. And the answer given once again brought a new question to your mind, “will they really kill each other?”
for some reason you were confident about Allen's well being. You'd seen how strong he was.
“listen, babe, I know we just met and I probably don't seem much better than that villain, but I need you to stay away from him. If you stay with him you're bound to get hurt at some point. I'll be your hero, so you don't have to worry about him anymore,” he said, throwing you another sweet smile.
You blushed furiously red and looked out the window.
God apparently wanted some sort of payback for letting you get away from your conversation with your friend and her canadian posse, because he had put Al right outside that window and he was staring straight up at you.
His face scrunched up into a glare when he noticed your blush and the blonde american behind you.
Alfred mimicked his face and flipped the tan american off, pulling you close.
You quickly tried to push him off, while you felt like you were about to have a heart-attack any moment now from how fast your heart was beating. Then you heard a small chuckle from behind you.
“calm down, babe. I can feel your heart pounding. I'll always protect you so you can take it easy,” Alfred whispered, giving Allen a smug smirk.
“Mister Jones! Miss ____! could you please pay attention to my class?!” the math-teacher snapped. Alfred released you and you looked down at your textbook. You didn't look up again until the end of that class.
You quickly paced down the stairs, feeling like the world was resting on your shoulders. You grabbed your stuff from you locker and were about to go get your bike and go home, knowing you were bound to run into Al on your way. You were trying to come up with an explanation for when that happened.
Unfortunately you ran into the wrong american. He hugged you from behind and kissed the top of your head.
“have you thought about it yet, babe?” he asked. You felt the weight on you double as well as your heart rate.
“n-no, sorry,” you blurted out and quickly walked away. You clenched your eyes shut and hoped he wouldn't follow you, when you bumped into a familiar muscular chest and looked up at the infuriated american who's glare was focused on his blonde rival.
“listen, babe, I think it's best if you hurry along and go home,” Al said, never once looking at you.
“A-Allen, I-” you tried to say sorry, explain yourself, but he cut you off.
“Now, babe,” he demanded.
You walked away and moments after you got out of their sight you heard them yell and heard things crashing.
you attempted to calm the pounding of your heart. and another question arose in the depths of your mind. one you wished had never appeared and you never wanted it answered in fear of what the answer would be.
why was it pounding so fast?
“you were right (bff/n)... we have a problem,” you sighed.