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While becoming closer with Jess had its perks, it also had its disadvantages. Once word spread that Stars Hollow's "troubled kid" was spending time with you, people looked at you differently.

You knew this town could be psychotic sometimes, but this felt like a new level. Never once had you stolen from Doose's Market, but all of the sudden you couldn't look at an apple without Taylor accusing you of wanting to swindle the entire grocery store. It got so bad to the point you had to beg Lane to buy you a simple candy bar because when you tried to yesterday Taylor kept trailing you and almost had someone pat you down to check if you had stolen anything. Luckily, Lane understood the feeling of not being able to do something simple because of someone else, and took pity on you.

A few weeks ago your car had gotten a flat tire and like usual you took it to Gypsy to get it fixed, but this time was different than the others. She double checked everything about your car and every transaction you had to do. She said it was just her being cautious, but you knew it was because she didn't trust you because of Jess.

Your final straw was when you were walking down the street and saw Babette. You smiled and waved at her like normal, but this time she didn't smile and wave back at you. Instead she turned her head away from you and walked faster down the street. You stopped in the middle of the sidewalk watching her whiz past as your smile dropped and your shoulders sank. You'd known Babette since you were a small child. Morey had even taught you how to play piano. The thought that someone who had known you almost your whole life would avoid you all because you willingly choose to hangout with someone the town unfairly judges was just pure lunacy.

Begrudgingly, you trudged into Luke's hoping to cheer yourself up with a donut. You weren't a frequent customer, but you and Luke had a mutual disliking of the town that somehow bonded the two of you. He nodded at you as you took a seat at the counter, but instead of him serving you, his nephew did.

"What's with the Gregor Samsa impression?" Jess asked you as he leaned over the counter, looking down at you.

Your head was slumped onto the counter, your arms folded beneath your chin. You looked up at him, a pout on your face. You didn't answer him and instead just stared. You were too saddened to respond to him, hoping he would just slide you your usual order and move on from you.

Instead he did the exact opposite.

"Did you watch Titanic again or something?" he questioned, now starting to seem genuinely worried, "Come one, what's wrong?"

You shrugged your shoulders, "It was Good Will Hunting actually," you joked.

Jess cracked a smile before pushing off the counter, "Overrated," he shouted as he went into the kitchen.

That made you crack a small smile, but it disappeared before Jess returned. He placed down a small plate of fries in front of you and poured some ketchup next to them. He then turned around and poured you a fresh cup of coffee and slid the container of cream and sugar towards you.

"Good Will Hunting is not overrated," you argued as you sat up a bit, "and who said I wanted fries?"

Jess rolled his eyes at you, "You literally never order anything else."

"I ordered a donut once," you retorted.

"Yeah, because the fryer wasn't working," he said, tilting his head to the side as the two of you bickered.

You let out a sigh before admitting defeat.

"Whatever," you mumbled, taking a fry off of the plate and dipping it in the ketchup before eating it.

"That's what I thought," Jess said, stealing one of your fries, "and Good Will Hunting is overrated, the guy's a genius, yet he gives it all up for no reason."

"It's not for no reason, he had to go see about a girl," you argue.

"Oh, my bad," Jess said sarcastically.

"Let me guess you think rom-coms are too cheesy and should stop being made?" you joked, reaching for another fry on your plate at the same time as Jess, your hands accidentally bumping.

You both looked up at each other at that exact second, then immediately looked away before Jess spoke, as if nothing happened.

"Rom-coms are cheesy and anyone that watches them is a masochist."

"Look me dead in my eyes and tell me 10 Things I Hate About You isn't a masterpiece."

Jess paused for a moment, "That one can slide, but only cause it's based off of Shakespeare"

"Clueless is literally a retelling of Emma."

"Wouldn't know, I've never seen it," he said with a shrug.

"How have you never seen Clueless? It's a classic," you said.

He shrugged again, "Never cared for it," he said, "and I'm not watching," he added before you could say anything.

"Come on, you have to," you told him.

"I don't have to do anything, I don't need to be having this conversation over crappy movies."

"Clueless is not crappy, and I will get you to watch," you said, making a promise to yourself to make him sit down and watch it with you one day.

"Fine, I'll watch it," he said, giving you a smug look on your face, "but, only if you tell me what's actually wrong."

At his stipulation you sank further down in your seat. You always told Jess your grievances with the town, but usually it was just stupid things they did that didn't affect you, or weren't caused by him. You didn't want to tell him that what was making you so sad was everyone treating you differently because of him.

"It's nothing, I swear," you told him, your voice low as you avoided his gaze.

"Don't give me that bullshit," he said, rolling his eyes, "If it's cause of someone else I can straighten it out for you."

You tried to stifle your chuckle at his offer.

"You'd willingly go fight someone for me?" you questioned, your heart slightly skipping a beat. Of course you didn't want to promote violence, but the thought that Jess would take a punch for you, or throw a punch for you, felt oddly sweet.

"Who said anything about fighting?"

"Jess, we both know your way of 'straightening things out' is pretty violent."

He rolled his eyes at you again before pulling your plate of fries towards himself and out of your reach.

"Hey," you exclaimed, trying to reach over the counter for them, but Jess lifted up the plate and took a step back, making it even harder for you to reach.

"You'll get it back when you answer my question," he told you as he held your plate hostage.

"What are you, some troll under a bridge?" you quipped.

"I'm not asking you a riddle, just a simple question."

You let out a sigh before deciding to confess.

"I always thought it'd be great to have Kirk turned the other direction when he saw me, but to be honest it's kind of getting to me," you admitted, "I mean, I never enjoyed how weird this town was, but it was still normal in a way, and people didn't mind me. Now I can't even go down the street without getting judged."

Jess looked at you as if he was studying you. As if he was trying to figure out everything about you.

"So?" he questioned, "you never cared before, why now?"

"Cause it's such a stupid reason why this is happening."

"Which is?" Jess asked, oblivious to the fact that it was him that was the reason why.

You scoffed at him, not believing that he didn't know why.

"You can't be serious," you said, "you really haven't noticed how the town has been treating me since we started hanging out?"

He shook his head, "I don't usually take notice of the crazy people in this town, especially when I'm with you."

You'd be lying if you said you couldn't feel the heat rising through your body and flooding your cheeks at his words.

"It just sucks that people that have known me since I was a kid now treat me like I'm some plague."

"You could always just stop being around me," Jess suggested as he placed your fries back down in front of you, "then everything would go back to normal."

"And let this town win?" you said, "never."

Jess smiled at you as you stared down at your fries. You didn't feel hungry anymore, instead you felt like you wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

"Come one," Jess said, walking around the counter and grabbing your arm to get you to stand up.

"What?" you questioned, "Where are we going? And aren't you on the clock?"

Jess just shrugged, "I'm on a break."

"Shouldn't you tell your uncle that?"

"He'll be fine."

You followed Jess as he led you through the streets of Stars Hollow. You tried hard not to focus on the stares people gave you or the occasional inaudible whisper you overheard as you passed by. Eventually, the two of you stopped right at the beginning of the bridge.

"You took me to the bridge," you quipped, "how original."

"Its basically our spot," Jess said, making your heart skip a beat again. If he said or did anything again you might need to get a doctor on the scene.

He then grabbed your hand pulling you into the center of the bridge. His hand in yours made you feel as if you were about to pass out. You might actually need a doctor in a few minutes with how things were going.

Jess looked down at you as if he was trying to memorize your face with how hard he was staring.

"Does this town really bother you that much?" he asked, his voice softer than ever before.

"I've lived here for almost my whole life," you said, your eyes fixed on the ground "it just feels odd that suddenly I'm a pariah to people who used to babysit me or would come to my birthday parties."

Jess let out a long breath before lifting your chin up to look at him, "We can stop seeing each other if you want, then things can go back to normal."

"Why would you even suggest that?" you scoffed, offended he would offer to stop being around you.

"Because you just look so sad because of it and I can't stand it," he admitted.

You shook your head slightly, "Jess, I would never want to stop being around you," you told him, "you're like the best thing to happen to this town since Kirk got rid of that horse he kept letting loose in the town."

"Glad to know how high that bar was," Jess joked.

For the first time today you let out a real laugh. Not a small chuckle at something stupid, but a real laugh that had Jess smiling, and left the sting of tears in your eyes.

When you looked back up at Jess you couldn't help but notice how close the two of you were.

"Seriously though, I think I probably would've gone crazy by now without you," you admitted, "I would've pulled a whole Jack Torrance."

"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy," Jess quoted.

"Exactly."

You were both silent for a moment before Jess spoke up.

"I would go crazy without you also," Jess said, "and besides, I like you too much to ever leave you alone again."

"What?" you said, dazed by his words as you couldn't help the smile that graced your face.

"Have I ever told you how pretty you look," Jess deflected, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

That didn't help either, as you felt like you were about to melt into a puddle in the middle of the bridge. You didn't expect that you would have such a massive crush on the boy who ignored you on this exact bridge, and then said boy would confess to you on the same bridge.

"What?" you repeated, still not fully aware as to what was happening.

"I like you," Jess repeated as if it was the most casual thing ever.

"Like you mean as in you like me like me?"

"I mean as in I've wanted to kiss you since you walked into the diner today cause I wanted to kiss that frown off of your face," he said, sending you into a whole other spiral.

It took you a moment, but you finally found the words you were looking for.

"I mean you can if you want to," you said, all of your nerves hitting you at once.

Jess smirked, "Good," he said, before leaning in till your lips touched. His hands immediately reached for your waist, pulling you in closer. You froze for a moment before one of your hands rested on his shoulder and the other threaded itself through his hair. He kissed you for what felt like forever before you both desperately had to pull apart for air. His breath was heavy against yours as you both opened your eyes to look at each other.

"So do you want to rent Clueless and I'll buy you whatever candy you want from Doose's?" Jess offered.

"Are you asking me out on a date?" you teased.

"Only if you want it to be," he said with a shrug.

"Alright then it's a date."

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That especially applied when you got into one of your dream universities, Virginia Tech, and the tuition had cost enough to fund a small city. Of course, your dad saw it as no problem and paid it as quickly as he could. You then spent the summer before you left getting everything you could possibly need for that following you.

Then for the next four years you would occasionally make the drive to visit whenever you had the time to and felt like it. Once you graduated with your bachelor's you then applied for your master's degree at Yale. You thought it was a long shot, but Yale had always been one of the places you aspired to go too, but never thought you were good enough. Or, you thought you'd pull a Rory Gilmore and mess up your life and derail all of your dreams.

Fortunately though, whenever you thought you were about to crash and burn, your dad was there to put the fire out. He managed to calm every storm of yours that threatened to mess up everything you had worked so hard towards. You were forever grateful to have someone so supportive as your dad, even if you did occasionally have a few hiccups along the way.

You still visited your dad when you could, just not every weekend like you used to be able to. But, you made time every once in a while to visit him when you weren't busy and you made sure to make it back every holiday season and every summer to see him.

Now after graduating with your master's three years ago you were on your second year of your PHD. You decided to take a gap year after working so hard the past four years, which you greatly benefited from. Your dad had suggested it after seeing you almost fully burn out near the end of your masters. Your dad gave you money to travel around the world for a bit before returning home for the remainder of your time. That year made you feel ready and confident enough to apply for your PHD at Yale, and now after nearly two years you haven't gotten as burnt out as you used to, which you accredit to your dad suggesting your gap year.

After finishing a paper you had spent the last few months on you had a small break before you needed to start working on your next assignment. You decided to take that time to visit your dad down in Virginia. You had left sometime in the early afternoon, but due to the long drive you hadn't arrived till after the sun had gone down.

You pulled into the driveway, and usually you would've noticed the extra amount of cars. Except, you were so exhausted from the drive, that you beelined straight to the front door once you got out of your car. You unlocked the front door with your house key, trying not to slam the front door close as you walked inside.

"I'm home," you shouted, your voice sing-songy as it rang throughout the house.

You heard laughter down the hall in the kitchen, which was unusual in your dad's house. He wasn't one to have people over often. You sent your bags down in the hallway to worry about later as you followed the voices. You turned the corner to see a group of people in the kitchen, blocking your dad from view.

"What is going on?" you questioned, too tired to logically understand what was happening.

Everyone in the kitchen turned around to look at you. Most of them were holding a glass of wine and those that weren't were busy trying to clean up some sort of spill on the counter. Your dad finally noticed you, lighting up at your presence.

"Look whose home to do their laundry," your dad joked as he made his way around the kitchen to give you a hug.

You swiftly hugged him back before pulling away.

"I'm not just here to do my laundry," you said.

"So there is a pile of laundry that desperately needs to be done?"

You rolled your eyes at him, "I'm twenty five I can do my own laundry at home."

"Don't remind me how old you are," he said, "It reminds me just how old I am."

You both laughed before one of the strangers in your kitchen asked a question.

"So this is the famous David Rossi's daughter I'm assuming?" the blonde haired woman asked.

Your dad turned around to present you to the group of people in the kitchen.

"This is my team," he said, then pointed to each individual person, "This is Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, and of course Aaron Hotchner."

"Its good to see you," Hotch said, giving you a nod.

You've known him since you were a kid and had been someone you saw around occasionally your whole life. You actually babysat Jack for him once when he was in desperate need of a babysitter and you were luckily in town that day. To you Hotch was like the favorite uncle that you look forward to seeing at family reunions.

The rest of the team greeted you, shaking your hand, and smiling at you. They seemed like good people, but you weren't surprised since your dad would only want to work with the best of the best.

"Can I ask what's going on here?" you questioned, still confused as to why all these people were in your kitchen.

"Ah," your dad said, returning to his spot behind the counter, "I am giving these guys a much needed cooking lesson."

You nodded your head, "I see, and I assume it's going good since nothing is on fire."

Jennifer, or JJ, as she told you to call her, chuckled at your words and so did Emily.

"There wasn't a fire, but the counter and floor is covered in pasta sauce currently," Derek said, holding up the roll of paper towels in his hand.

You just shrugged, "It could be worse," you told them, "There's a crack right there from when my dad dropped a pot on the side of the counter."

You pointed at the spot thinking of the memory. Technically he dropped it because you had accidentally distracted him, but the team didn't need to know that.

"You're bringing that up?" your dad asked, to which you nodded, "Alright, then how about the scorch mark on my cabinet, or the countless times you've set off the smoke detectors?"

You made a face as your dad recounted your accidents in the kitchen, "Touché," you said, "Anyway, it was great meeting you guys, but I had a long drive and I think I'm gonna call it a night."

The team said a murmurer of goodnights to you as you turned around to make your way to your room. You thought of your bed and how soft it would be and how cold your pillow probably was. You thought about how fast you would fall asleep once you were all snuggled up in your bed, but that thought was broken the second you collided with someone's chest.

You were dazed for a second, but then took a step back, and looked up at the tall stranger in front of you. He said an array of sorries as he frantically apologized for not paying attention to where he was going.

"It's fine," you said, a small smile on your face from how worried he seemed.

"Sorry," he mumbled one more time before fully setting his gaze on you.

You looked up at him and were immediately entranced by him. Not just because of his pretty brown eyes, or how gorgeous he looked to the point you physically felt like your eyes were glued to his, but because of something else.

Someone in the kitchen cleared their throat, snapping you out of your daze as your head whipped around to see your dad looking at the two of you.

You turned back to the man in front of you, "Sorry," you said, "I just thought I recognized you from somewhere."

You were too tired to care about filtering out your thoughts and instead let your curiosity be spoken.

"I see," he said nervously, starting to fidget with his hands.

You two were silent for a second before your dad spoke for the two of you.

"Spencer," he said, getting the man's attention, "This is my daughter [name] Rossi, [name], this is the BAU's resident genius, Dr. Spence Reid."

At the mention of his name a lightbulb went off in your head as you immediately remembered how you recognized him.

"I know how I know you," you said, "You were a guest lecturer at Yale a few years back."

He nodded, "I did, I was a few times actually."

"I remember, I was doing my master's back then," you told him as he listened intently as you spoke.

"I'm guessing a chemistry or psychology major then?" he guessed.

You shook your head, "Sorry, but you're wrong there Dr."

His face contorted in confusion, "But I only ever taught those back there."

"My friends majored in those subjects and they convinced me to go with them," you said with a shrug, "I could barely pass high school chem, and surprisingly I'm not all that into psychology."

"Oh," he said, "What did you major in then?"

"Physics," you told him, "Currently I'm working on my PHD."

"Really?" he exclaimed, lighting up like a Christmas tree, "What specifically are you studying?"

"Astrophysics."

"You can't be that bad at chemistry then," he said, "The study of exoplanets requires chemistry to understand their exact makeup of their chemical compounds."

"That's why I study stars, no organic chemistry there."

"Why organic chemistry?" he asked, confused as to why you brought that up.

"Cause that's what your lecture was on," you said, surprised he forgot since he said he had an eidetic memory.

"Oh, right," he said, "Guess I forgot."

You thought that was weird, but let it slide.

"It was nice meeting you, but I had a long drive and I'm exhausted."

"Oh, yeah, it was nice meeting you too," he said, moving out of your way for you to make your way to your room, but before you could fully make it past him he spoke again, "Uh, nice shirt by the way."

His voice got quieter as he finished his sentence as if he was losing the confidence he was trying to gain to compliment you.

You looked down at your shirt as your smile grew, "Thanks,"

It was one of your stupid science shirts your dad had bought you as a joke a couple years ago. You continued your way to your room, unable to wipe the smile off of your face. Of course the genius your dad had told you about who had more degrees than you did years in college, appreciated your funny nerd shirt. You were so enthralled in your conversation with the Dr. that apparently you hadn't noticed how the entire team was watching the two of you, until you could faintly hear them teasing Spencer.

The second you laid down on your bed and your head hit the pillow your eyes were shut and you were moments away from a deep slumber. Some of your last thoughts consisted of Spencer and the hope that you would see him again soon.

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You stared at the ceiling, trying to fall asleep for what felt like forever, but your mind kept racing. You kept replaying the mission and all the things that went wrong. How Nobara ended up getting flung into a wall by the cursed spirit, or how you and Yuji ended up having to duck for cover in a matter of seconds or else you would've died. You knew the danger that came with missions, and the overthinking of all the small details, and how even the smallest change could cause the biggest difference.

But, no matter how much you replayed every small detail, or went through every scenario in your head, there was always one place you could go when you couldn't sleep.

You slipped out of bed, your feet padding on the cold floor as you left your room, and made your way down the hall. You softly knocked on the door in front of you, hoping he hadn't fallen asleep yet.

Luckily for you he hadn't, and as the door opened you saw an exhausted Megumi let out a yawn as he opened the door. He immediately opened the door fully for you, letting you in. This was almost routine at this point after missions, but still you never tired of it.

"Everything alright?" Megumi asked softly as he closed the door behind him.

You sat down on his bed, taking in a shaky breath before answering.

"I don't know," you whispered, "I keep thinking about what happened, and how things could've gone wrong."

Megumi was used to your overthinking by now and knew exactly what to do. He ushered you further onto his bed as he made space for him to lie down and for you to follow. You laid down, directly facing him as he spoke.

"You thinking? That's a first," he joked, knowing it would get a small smile out of which, to which he was correct.

"I think," you shot back.

"Name one time?"

"I-" you said, trying to think, but were too exhausted to.

"I think you're mean," you told him.

"I think you know you're lying."

You rolled your eyes as you sunk further into the soft mattress. Megumi's bed always felt softer and warmer than yours, and you swore it was because he's Gojo's favorite.

"Come here," Megumi said as he scooped you up into his arms, placing your head onto his chest. He placed a small kiss at the top of your head as he started to run his fingers through your hair.

"I swear, I won't let anything happen to you," he whispered softly, "I promise."

"I know, I just can't help but to think about it."

"Maybe you should try talking to Yuji, he's really good at getting people not to think," he joked.

"Then maybe I should go to his room instead," you joked, lightly pushing yourself off of him.

Megumi only pulled you back onto his chest, this timing wrapping his arms more securely around you, "Actually, I take that back."

You let out a small laugh as you allowed your heavy eyelids to shut. Megumi continued to stroke your hair, occasionally placing a soft kiss at the top of your head as you drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

Just before you fully fell asleep in his arms you swore you heard him whisper a soft, "I love you," making you smile as you fell asleep.

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The Weasley twins had been your best friends since your first year when they almost lit your entire head of hair on fire in the Gryffindor common room. The two red head twins were trying to hide a firework they snuck in from Zonko's, when it suddenly flew across the common room, nearly hitting several people. Unluckily for you it whizzed past your hair lighting the end of it on fire. You quickly scrambled to put it out before it managed to burn up too much, as the twins giggled at your frantic action. Most people would've huffed and ignored it, since the twin had already garnered a reputation for mischief and pranks, or even scolded them for it, but instead you had a different idea.

While the twins were too busy lost in their own world of giggles, you quickly grabbed out your wands flicking it towards them. Technically you were told to only use spells like this towards bullies, as instructed by your aunt, whose methods were not so approved by your mom, but she didn't need to know. You'd only practiced on random objects in your backyard, but it couldn't have been that much different than using it on a human.

George was the first to notice and stopped laughing momentarily before bursting back into laughter. Fred noticed his pause and looked at his brother before pointing at his hair.

"You're pink," he exclaimed before bursting back into laughter.

"What?"

"Your hair is pink," Fred pointed at his hair.

"No, your hair is pink," George told him.

"No, it isn't."

"Yes, it is."

"No, it isn't," Fred exclaimed, scrambling up from the floor.

He rushed over to one of the girls in the common room, who was fixing her hair in a small compact mirror. Fred quickly snatched it out of her hand as she exclaimed at him. He studied his hair in the mirror -- most likely all the studying he'd do for the year -- realizing it had turned pink.

"No way!" he shouted as he turned to face everyone in the common room, "Alright, who did this?"

"Yeah, pranks are our thing," George added as he scanned the room.

You tried to hold in your laughter, but to your dismay you burst into laughter at the two pink haired twins. They instantly whipped their heads towards you.

"It was you," Fred accused, taking a step towards you.

"It was only fair," you defended.

"Fair how?" George questioned.

"You lit my hair on fire," you argued back.

"That was one small part," Fred said, "You turned our entire head pink."

"How would you like it if we lit your entire head on fire."

You scoffed at the two of them, "I'd like to see you try," you challenged.

But before either could try anything a prefect descended the stairs, yelling at everyone in the common room.

"What is going on here?"

In seconds they turned their heads towards the three kids, confused on how the Weasley's went from redheads to pink-heads.

"Why are you two pink?"

"Ask this one," Fred said, pointing at you, "She did this to us."

"Only because they lit my hair on fire," you argued back.

The prefect just let out a long sigh, seemingly already hating their job.

"Look, it's too late for this kind of nonsense, and I don't want to deal with you, so I'm just going to let your brother handle it," the prefect said, looking at the twins before ascending the stairs.

The twins shared a look you couldn't quite decipher. How bad could their brother be?

You watched as another redhead descended down the stairs and into the common room. He immediately made eye contact with his two brothers, who seemed to already be trying to plead their case. But before they could speak he spoke first.

"Didn't mum tell you two not to burn the place down?" he quipped.

"We weren't trying to burn the place down," Fred defended badly.

You immediately made a face at the twins and interjected into the conversation without thinking.

"No, but you tried to light me on fire."

The three (technically one) redheads turned towards you as you spoke.

"We already said we weren't bloody trying, it just happened," George said.

You scoffed at them, "Like how I'm about to not try to mess up that stupid face of yours."

You moved forwards towards the boys, but before you could get very far you stopped by two hands on your waist holding you back. You tried to fight them off, but the person had a pretty good grip on you.

"You're feisty, aren't you?" the twins' brother joked, as he continued to hold you back till you gave up.

"Whatever," you grumbled once you settled down. The older boy removed his hands from your waist and instead slung his arm around your shoulders to still keep you in place just in case.

"Why don't I walk you guys to Madam Pomfrey and she can fix both of your hair problems," he suggested as he flicked the strand of your hair that was burnt.

You side eyed him which made him drop his hand and turn back towards his idiotic brothers.

"I think I'm good," Fred uttered, "the pink kind of suits me."

"I don't think anything could suit that ugly face of yours," you retorted, annoyed at the boy.

The boy with his arm around you let out a stifled laugh.

George did too and said, "You hear that Freddy she thinks you're the ugly twin."

Fred flicked him on the head, "We have the same face, you git."

"Yeah, but I'm the better looking one."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Fred said to his brother before turning towards you, "That's a pretty nifty spell you know."

You were confused by his compliment, but accepted it anyway.

"Where did you learn that anyway?" the other twin asked.

"None of your business," you retorted, "aren't fireworks like that prohibited anyway?"

You accused them as they questioned the spell you weren't technically supposed to know.

"They are," Fred answered.

"But we snuck one in," George finished

"Only one, right?" their brother questioned.

"Of course only one," Fred said, looking at his brother and smiling.

George turned back towards you, a scheming look on his face, "We're not questioning why you know?"

"We just want to know if you could teach us it," Fred finished, pointing between him and his brother.

"Why would I teach it to you?" you scoffed.

Fred thought for a moment before saying, "So that we can use it on people and pull pranks."

"What's in it for me if I teach it to you?"

Before either twin could answer, their brother was quick to whisper in your ear.

"I don't suggest working with them."

You rolled your eyes, already having had enough of him. You pushed his arm off your shoulders, taking a step towards the twin.

"Eternal glory of being one of the best pranksters at Hogwarts?" Fred finally answered.

"So what do you say?" George asked.

You thought about it for a second. Sure, they had lit your hair on fire, but oddly enough the twins seemed pretty fun to be around, and it would make your years at Hogwarts interesting.

"Sure, why not," you said with a shrug.

The twins jumped in celebration before immediately bombarding you.

"We have to show you our stash of-" Fred started to say, but then remembered his brother in the room, "sweets."

"Come on, we'll show you."

The two then proceeded to drag you up the stairs to the boys dormitories in the blink of an eye.

"Don't get in too much trouble you three," their brother shouted up the stairs.

"No promises, Charlie," Fred yelled back.

Charlie, Charlie Weasley, that was his name, and you never forgot it.

You took one last glance down the stairs at him. Surprisingly he was already looking at you. Something inside you told you that wouldn't be the last time you saw him, or caught him already looking back at you.

Of course that was years ago by now. You'd grown up since then and he had graduated Hogwarts. Sure, you weren't a frustrated first year anymore, but you were still you.

You spent the rest of your school years as the twins' best friend who helped and even came up with some of their pranks. You became a sort of honorary Weasley. Ginny accepted you immediately, always wanting another girl to talk to, Percy by some miracle tolerated you, Ron was honestly scared of you, and you'd only met Bill once or twice since he graduated years ago.

Charlie was a whole other topic though. You'd never forgotten him and he always slightly lingered at the back of your mind. You thought he was quite handsome from the first time you saw him, especially how he held you back so easily. He was also quite funny and sweet, which you learned from the few times you interacted with him.

You hadn't seen him in years ever since he graduated, but now you were in Weasley territory. You weren't sure if he would be coming back for the holidays, as the twins told you he hadn't returned the past few years, but you can never be too cautious.

As you walked into the Burrow you took in the familiar place. The old furniture that was oddly comfortable, the markings around the house of the twins failed pranks and experiments, and even the comforting smell that surrounded the place.

Mrs. Weasley immediately had you wrapped in her arms the second you walked through the door. She asked you a million questions before letting you free to put your stuff down.

"You'll be in the twins' room as I expect?"

"Someone has to keep them from blowing the place up," you joked.

"Hey!" both twins exclaimed, stealing sweets from the kitchen before their mom could notice.

"Get out of my kitchen," she scolded, as the twin giggled at their own antics, "I'm glad they have you around to keep them in line."

You let out a small laugh, "Don't worry, I'll make sure the house stays intact."

You then headed up stairs, throwing down your bags onto the floor. You threw yourself down onto the mattress placed in the twins' room just for you. The two boys proceeded to throw things at each other and mess with some of their products as they settled in.

"We've been here all of ten minutes and you've already made a ruckus," you said as you rolled your eyes.

"Don't like it, leave," Fred said, knowing you wouldn't.

"Whatever," you uttered as you tried to relax.

That lasted all of about five minutes as you heard a familiar voice fill the house. Your eyes flew wide open and you knew you were definitely fucked.

***

"I've missed you guys," you heard Charlie say as you made your way down the stairs.

The second you stepped off the last step he looked up at you. It was the same analyzing gaze he always had towards you that sent shivers down your spine. But this time something was different, you just couldn't tell what.

"I see how it is, I stop coming home for Christmas and you finally accept our invite," he joked.

"Its nothing personal," you shot back.

"Did you somehow get shorter?"

"Did you?" you rolled your eyes barely trying to engage in your usual back and forth.

"Touché," he uttered.

Fred then interjected himself between the two of you, slinging an arm around both of you.

"How I missed you two being in the same room as each other."

"You're just annoyed you're not getting attention," you retorted, shaking his arm off of you.

"How dare accuse me of wanting attention," he scoffed jokingly.

"You once made me sit through a demonstration of every single product you've ever made just because I said I wasn't interested in one of them."

Fred grumbled something under his breath as he made his way back over to his twin.

"How's dealing with them without me?" Charlie asked, a smile on his face as he looked at you.

"Stressful."

"I can imagine," Charlie said, "sorry I left you with them."

"I can't imagine they're much different than handling dragons?" you joked.

"How so?"

"Let's see, both are reckless, like to light things on fire, destroy most things around them, and are obnoxiously tall."

Charlie let out a light laugh, a sound you had missed over the past couple of years.

"I can see the similarities, but dragons are a lot cooler than them."

"Yeah, it must be so cool handling dragons all day," you said sarcastically.

Truthfully handling dragons did seem cool, but you couldn't let Charlie know that.

"It is actually," he said, "there's so many different species we see and some are easier to handle than others, but they're all wicked."

Charlie then told you every fact he could think of about the dragons he worked with and even shared some stories from his time working with them. You listened intently, nodding your head along as he talked. You liked the sound of his voice especially when he talked about something he was passionate about.

He probably would've talked more if it wasn't for his mum cutting him off.

"Charlie she just got here, you're going to talk the poor girl's ear off."

"Sorry," Charlie uttered towards you, "didn't mean to go on a whole rant."

You gave a small shrug, "It's fine," you said, "but you know you're a giant nerd right."

"How does liking dragons make me a nerd?" he questioned.

"I think you've said more dragon facts in the past twenty minutes than you've ever said in your lifetime."

Charlie rolled his eyes playfully, "You just don't know how cool dragons are."

"I think I have a pretty good understanding."

"You should come by the preserve sometime," Charlie suggested, "you could come by when you graduate."

You nodded your head, "I'll think about it."

"You could make a whole trip out of it, you'd love it, I promise."

"So what you're saying is, you want me to take a whole trip just to visit you once I graduate," you teased.

"And to see the dragons," he added.

"But you're not denying it."

"No, I'm not," Charlie said, "I've missed two years with you, I think I deserve at least some of your time."

His words made you smile. Somehow he always knew what to say to get you to feel giddy inside.

"I mean, I guess I do have to make up for lost time," you said with a playful sigh, "I'll visit you when I graduate, Weasley, I swear."

"You won't regret it I promise."

Molly peeked her head out the kitchen before you could say anything else, and asked you to help set the table since no one else was conveniently around to help.

"Come on, I'll help you," Charlie said as he put his hand on the small of your back, guiding you to the kitchen table, "you can tell me all about the things I've missed."

"Like the twenty different hair colors I've had this year?" you quipped.

Charlie let out a small chuckle at the mention of his brothers' antics.

"Those two do not deserve you."

"And who does?"

"I think I do a bit," he teased, standing in front of you as you leaned against the table.

"What qualifies you for that?"

"I've never once changed your hair color," he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You nodded your head, trying not to focus on how your heart skipped a beat.

"A lot of people don't do that," you told him, "you'll have to try harder."

"I treat you better than the two of them do."

"How so?" you asked, making him roll his eyes playfully at you.

"For one, I bought you this necklace you always wear," he said, lightly grabbing at the chain around your neck.

You froze as you felt his hand softly brush against your skin.

"Is that good enough?" he questioned, his voice lower now.

You shook your head, unable to form words at the moment.

"What do I need to do to prove it?"

"Come up with more examples on why you would deserve me more," you told him, "you have all break, good luck."

"I promise you I will."

"I'll hold you to it," you told him.

Truthfully you already knew just how well Charlie had treated you over the past few years. You also knew there was something unspoken between the two of you, that you hoped could become something. But for now making Charlie scramble to prove to you that he deserved you was enough. He already had your heart, but he didn't need to know that. Not yet anyway.

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"That's not an answer," you argued, "And, it's because I'm poor."

"I said I'd pay for you."

"With what? Money you stole?"

"Incorrect," he said as he held up his right hand, "With money I made from stealing."

"Oh, wow, my bad Robin Hood," you shot back, making fun of him.

"Robin Hood was a noble man."

"Do you even know who Robin Hood is?"

Chris looked smug as he sat up to give his answer.

"I do actually," he said, "He's the fox dude from the old Disney movie, duh."

You let out a long breath, "If you weren't driving right now I would strangle you."

"Am I wrong though?" he exclaimed.

"Not entirely, but also Robin Hood was a character before the Disney Movie," you argued.

"No one knew him before the Disney movie though."

"Not, true."

"Very true actually."

"People knew of Robin Hood before that," you continued to argue with him for a few minutes before pulling into the road near the camp where the camp van was parked.

Not many campers were old enough to drive to camp, but the few that could would just park near the camp van. Sometimes you and Chris would sneak out late at night and take his car into the city for the night.

"Because we're here, I'll let you win this one," Chris said as he parked the car.

"I am right about this," you exclaimed before getting out of the car.

Chris walked around to the passenger side where you stood, "You ready for another summer of camp?"

"You mean am I ready to get weird looks, cuts from new campers that don't know how to wield a sword, and countless scraps from that fucking climbing wall?" you asked, listing your grievances, "Then yes, I'm ready."

"Don't forget being told by Chiron to not swear around the younger campers," Chris added as he started to walk up the hill.

"In my defense, if Mr. D can get all of our names wrong without consequence, then I can say a swear or two. Besides, these kids are going to fight monsters I think the word fuck is the least of their worries."

Chris just laughed as he climbed the rest of the way up the hill, leading to the camp entrance. Just from the entrance you could see the camp already bursting with life. Far down on the beach a game of volleyball was being played, a game you chose not to partake in due to the fact you shouldn't be near water. Younger campers that were there for the first time were being guided around by counsellors, as satyrs brought in the campers. There at the Big House like always was Chiron and Mr. D watching the madness that came with the start of a new year of camp.

You walked down the path with Chris, wondering how this summer would be. Obviously part of you knew the answer. You'd spend a decent amount of your time alone, considering no one wanted to hang out with the demigod that wasn't meant to exist, and being not the prettiest girl at camp, no boy was going to ask you to meet him in the woods late at night. It would be the same as last year and the year before that and the year before that, but who cares, you had Chris and even Luke to hang out with when he wasn't off with some girl or with his friends. Who knows, maybe this year will be different.

As you walked through the camp headed towards your cabin you noticed the same stares you got every year. Only now there were different ones, with the added new campers probably already being told stories about the Hades girl who everyone should stay away from.

"My favorite part of camp," you quip, keeping your voice low, "The inevitable stares."

Chris took a look around for a second before turning towards you, "Yeah, but I think it's for a different reason this time."

"What?" you questioned, "Do I have food in my teeth or something."

"Definitely or something," Chris said, "Have you not noticed you've changed in a few ways."

You gave him a confused look, "What does that mean?"

"You actually look like a woman now, instead of a teenager trapped in the body of a six year old," he explained.

"I looked older than six," you argued.

"Not with that height, I'm shocked Santa didn't take you away to his workshop during Christmas."

"Oh, fuck off," you said, lightly hitting his arm with the back of your hand.

He nudged you back in a playful retaliation before asking, "My cabin first or yours?"

"I think I'll just stop at mine then meet you at yours, that sounds good?"

He shrugged, "Fine with me, now I won't have to spend twenty minutes watching you organize your shirts."

You rolled your eyes at him, "Not everyone just leaves all of their clothes in their bag or a pile on the floor."

"It's very effective, it separates the clean from the dirty."

"It's all dirty if it's on the floor, and this is why they invented laundry baskets."

"I will not buy into the capitalist propaganda known as laundry baskets," he argued, as he stepped onto the stairs of the Hermes cabin.

"Whatever, see you soon," you uttered as you continued to follow the path to your cabin.

The Hades cabin, which only you occupied, was right down the path from the Hermes cabin, since it was cabin 11 and yours was 13. The walk to your cabin was calm as you let the sounds of frantic campers trying to find the items they swear they packed run around camp, as old friends caught up glad they were still alive. Camp wasn't that bad when you really thought about it. As long as you tuned out everyone else, everything would be just fine.

Tuning everyone out probably wasn't the best idea, as you walked right into someone by accident.

"Shit, sorry," you said, not yet looking up from the chest of the person you just bumped into.

"You should watch where you're going, sunshine," a familiar voice said.

Of course it was none other than Luke, Chris' brother. The one you had a massive crush on, but refused to break rule #9 for. He knew you hated the name sunshine after he started calling you that because you were anything other than sunshine.

"Maybe you should watch where you're going, wonder boy," you retorted back.

You knew he hated the nickname wonder boy, just as much as you hated sunshine. You chose the name after watching the movie Hercules (which is wildly inaccurate) and thought it was funny (and cute) that Meg called Hercules, wonder boy.

Luke scoffed as he took a step back and looked at you for a second. In your mind you were still the same girl you'd always been, but now you started to wonder if something had changed. All the new attention in an unusual way was starting to show that.

"When'd you get the boobs?" he joked with a laugh, his hand on your shoulder from when you bumped into him.

"Don't be gross," you retorted as you pushed him in his chest.

As your hand connected you thought about how all that training was really paying off. No wonder he was considered the best swordsman.

He put his hands up, "My bad, but you do look good, sunshine," he said.

"Whatever," you said as you rolled your eyes, "I'll see you around, boy wonder."

You then walked off towards your cabin trying hard not to think about what just happened and the way he was looking at you. You couldn't do that to Chris, you made a promise with rule #9 to never date any of each other's siblings. Which you were now starting to find just a bit stupid since you had none (except Nico, but he wasn't usually around, so he didn't count), and he had a really hot and kind and caring one that you wouldn't be allowed near. But, no matter what you thought Chris was important to you and you'd never break rule #9.

Would it really be that bad if you did though?

***

"We need to come up with an idea for the carnival," you said, now lying on Chris' bed.

"Dunk tank?"

"No, Percy already picked that one," you said.

"Damnit," Chris exclaimed.

"Hey, watch your language, there's little kids around here," you teased.

Every year the camp held a carnival at the end of the first week of camp, to help the younger and newer campers cheer up a bit. It's hard finding out you haven't been crazy your whole life and that there's monsters that want to eat you and you probably won't see adulthood. So, why not make it better with a carnival? Apparently that was the thought process Mr. D and Chiron had. Every cabin had to submit an idea and their counselor would present it to a counsel, usually kids from Athena, Demeter, and Apollo. You, being the only Hades kid (besides Nico who rarely showed up), had to submit an idea all on your own, but luckily you had Chris to help you.

"What about the game with the sledgehammer and bell?" Chris asked as he searched through his bag for his cologne.

"Ares cabin already picked that."

"Of course," Chris mumbled, "Why not those crappy psychic readings?"

"Hecate cabin already chose that," you explained as Chris gave you a look, "I know dude who would've thought."

Chris eventually found his cologne spraying a bit of it on himself.

"That smells," you remarked, fanning the air to get it to go away.

"Do you think Clarisse will like it?" he asked, hopeful.

"If she can't smell, maybe."

"I really want to kiss her at the party tonight."

Every year the older kids and counsellors would have a party at the beach to kick off summer. You rarely attended because it was on the beach, but this year Chris was determined to get with Clarisse so you agreed to play wing woman.

"She'd only kiss you if she paid for it," you remarked.

At that moment you and Chris looked at each other as if you both had the same epiphany.

"Kissing booth!" you both shouted, getting looks from nearby people.

"It's perfect, who doesn't love causing camp drama?" you asked, knowing the only thing the Aphrodite cabin loved more than shoes was drama.

"You just have to get it approved by the counsel."

"Don't worry I will figure it out somehow," you said, already trying to think if they would allow your idea.

Technically the carnival was for the younger campers, but who said the older ones couldn't have fun too, they might die soon anyway. That's a bit grime though you thought.

Chris let out a small chuckle he tried to cover.

"What is it?" you asked, your eyes narrowing at him.

"Isn't it a bit funny that the girl that's never been kissed is running a kissing booth?"

You turned grabbing one of the pillows on the bed to hit him with as he tried to shield himself, "Shut up," you retorted, "Don't be a dick."

"Hey, watch your language, sunshine," a new voice said, now entering the conversation.

"You can not be saying that," you argued as you put the pillow down.

Luke shrugged, "Just doing my job as a counsellor," he retorted.

"I'm also a counselor, you know."

"That's cause you're the only person actively in your cabin," Chris added.

You looked at him in betrayal, "Dude, who's side are you on?"

"My bad," he apologized.

Luke let out a scoff as he crossed his arms, "You're a counsellor by default, sunshine."

"That still makes me a counsellor," you pointed out.

"Whatever makes you happy, sunshine," he said, using the nickname an annoying amount of times to no doubt purposely aggravate you.

Luke then walked away towards a group of new campers to help them. You let your eyes trail towards him as he walked away, watching as his glance only left yours when it had to.

Chris, who was usually oblivious, noticed this.

"No, remember rule #9, that is not happening."

"It won't, I swear," you said, turning back towards him.

"I'll believe that when you stop looking at him like that," Chris said as he went back to searching for some new item from his bag.

You wouldn't break the rule, you swore. But, it was nice to think about breaking the rule. 

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Obviously people used it occasionally as a quick short cut, but other than that no one seemed to hide out there. It was yours and yours only.

Or, at least it was till he showed up.

It was a night like any other. You needed an escape from the several assignments that you hadn't even started of starting, the idea of how much you needed to save for college, which meant many more hours you would have to work at Al's Pancake World, and even worse the co-workers that made you want to be buried alive instead of working there. The world seemed to have a personal vendetta against you and not many people were betting on you.

But, under the serene moonlight, the calming sounds of crickets, and the endless pit the water seemed to provide as you stared down into it, everything seemed to fade away. Time seemed to slow and so did the racing thoughts of all the future stressors soon to come.

Unfortunately, your silence was soon interrupted by footsteps making their way up the bridge.

You whipped your head around to make out the silhouette of a boy with his hands shoved in his pockets with his head down. He lifted his head up to see you after you let out a small gasp at the noise.

He paused as he stared for a moment, "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," he said awkwardly, stopping like a deer in headlights.

You slightly recognized the voice as you'd heard it a couple times during class and in the halls. It belonged to none other than Jess Mariano, the kid Stars Hollow had deemed the town "trouble maker". You knew the rumors, but never had a true opinion on him, since you rarely interacted with him, besides the couple classes you shared. But, even then you only saw him in passing.

"It's fine," you stumbled out, turning back to the water, watching as a frog jumped around.

"Cool," he mumbled, taking a seat on the bridge as he pulled a paperback out of his back pocket, resuming whatever page he left off on.

The two of you sat in a quiet silence letting time pass. Neither of you spoke. You because you didn't know what to say, and he seemed too busy with his book to even think of the idea of a conversation. Although the silence wasn't too awkward, you still felt compelled to say something.

"W-what are you reading?" you asked, genuinely curious.

Jess stayed silent, not answering as he continued reading. You waited for a response that never came. You chose to believe he didn't hear you, even though you knew he most definitely did, and just chose to ignore you.

"Great conversation," you quipped mostly to yourself, barely loud enough for him to hear, unsure if he even did.

The silence continued until it was too unbearable for you. Of course you enjoyed silence, but not even a 'hi' or 'how are you' or even a small look of acknowledgement from the stranger nearby made you feel as if you were unwelcome in your own space.

Instead of staying and torturing yourself in what felt like an unbearable situation, you quickly stood, sparing him one last look before leaving. Even then he still didn't give any sort of acknowledgement of your presence. Or, at least not one you saw.

If you had turned around you would have seen him stare at what to him was the mysterious girl who also seemed to be hiding out from her worldly problems.

***

You hadn't been back to the bridge, at least not at night. That way you could avoid another awkward encounter with the boy that seemed to ignore your presence. You still stopped by after school and work, sometimes in the early hours in the morning. Especially the mornings where you couldn't seem to fall asleep from the night before and needed to go somewhere to clear your mind.

Fortunately, you hadn't encountered Jess again. You guessed he only visited at not, or just that one time.

Except, your guess was entirely wrong.

School had just ended and currently you wanted to be anywhere else, but near the brick prison that drained the life out of you. The bridge was the first place you thought of to restore the life you felt had been taken out of you. This time though Jess was already at the bridge once again reading a book, but this one looked different from the other one those few nights ago.

"Sorry, I can go," you mumbled, trying not to be as awkward as you felt. You could've just left without saying something, but then if he noticed you then you would look like a coward and a weirdo. Obviously you could've just walked across the bridge and kept walking, but unfortunately that wasn't your first idea.

"It's a public bridge I can't make you leave," he said, still reading his book.

You nodded your head, walking to the other end of the bridge, unsure what you were doing, but felt guided by your feet as if you had no control. You stared down at the water like you always did as you felt yourself relax.

Maybe it was just a reflex, but once again you felt as if you needed to make conversation with the boy across from you.

"What are you reading?" you asked like you had the first night, not entirely expecting an answer.

"You always interested in what people are reading?" he shot back instead of answering the question, still not looking up at you.

For some reason that made the corners of your mouth turn up for a sliver of a second before dropping.

"Only the interesting ones," you said, hoping to make some sort of conversation.

He paused for a moment, pondering what you said, "I suppose that makes me interesting then."

You shrugged, "I mean a mysterious boy who reads on a secluded bridge seems very interesting to me."

"I wouldn't say I'm mysterious, especially not with how fast gossip spreads around here."

"I don't usually believe much of what's said around here," you told him, "I'd rather make up my own opinion about someone first."

That seemed to provoke a reaction from him as he looked up from his book for the first time. You weren't paying attention though as you stared at the trees in front of you.

"Not many people around here seem to have the same mindset as you."

"I've had my fair share of rumors here," you said with a shrug.

When you turned to look at him, you could've sworn you saw the slightest hint of a smile on his face, "What would anyone say about you?"

"Kirk once blamed me for stealing a duck because apparently I was the last person seen near it and it was his favorite duck. What actually happened was it got so annoyed of him it migrated to another pond," you told him, remembering the story of how you got labeled 'the duck thief' for a week.

"Sounds like Kirk," Jess said, "I think I'm one more rumor away from him running away in terror every time he sees me from now on."

"My dream," you quipped sarcastically, which managed to get a small breathy laugh out of Jess.

"I should head back to the dinner before Luke sends a search team out to find me," he said, standing up and putting his book back into his back pocket.

You watched him start to walk away before turning to ask, "What's your name?"

You said your name and he repeated it back to you as if it was a secret he needed to remember.

Once he left you stayed for a bit longer, hoping that maybe he would come back, or the next time you went to the bridge you would see him. You didn't know why, or what this feeling was. You didn't know that that feeling was what it felt like to start to fall for Stars Hollows resident 'trouble maker'.

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