Ok, this was requested by @letthehousein. Me, being an idiot, didn't quite read the request right. So this isn't fluffy, I'm sorry!

And thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday.

~11 Years old~

You sigh as you sit on the swing, your feet brushing against the bark chips. You were alone at the park, since your parents told you to go play outside with the other kids. But of course none of the other kids wanted to play with you. They called you 'nerd' or 'weirdo' and make fun or you.

Today you thought that they would leave you alone to your own devices. But of course life isn't that fair.

"Hey you!" a voice shouts.

Your head snaps up to look at the several kids walking towards you, smirks on their faces. You frown when they stop right in front of you.

"Wow, you actually came out of your house today." One kid mocks.

"She was probably forced." Another laughs.

You don't say anything reply and just look back down at your feet. A gasp escapes your lips when you feel a hand against your shoulder. The hand shoves you and you land on your back on the bark chips. You freeze for a moment, shocked, before you shuffle your legs off of the swing and sit on the bark chips.

"You look so depressing." The kid who had pushed you sneers.

You watch as the kids begin to walk closer to you. You knew what was to come and curl yourself up in a ball.

"Hey, leave her alone!" a feminine voice calls out.

You hear the kids stop walking towards you.

"Who the hell are you?!" a kid asks rudely.

"I'm Roxy Lalonde," the voice states, "and I'm here to kick your asses!"

You open your eyes and look over to where the voice was coming from. In the spot was a blonde haired, rosy eyed girl standing a few metres away from you and the group.

"Yeah?" a kid laughs, "there's only one of you, and three of us."

Instead of retreating, Roxy just smiles and whistles loudly. The other kids look confused, but their confused looks changed to ones of horror as more kids appear from behind some of the trees. Three more blond kids and four black haired kids appear, walking over to back up Roxy. The tallest of your tormentors delivers one quick blow to your ribs, forcing you to collapse down onto your side. You let out a yelp of pain and hold the pained spot.

As soon as the bully does so, the kids begin to chase after them. One of the bullies yells 'run' and the three of them run off.

"Hey, are you alright?" a voice asks.

You open your eyes and look up to see Roxy standing above you. She holds a hand out for you. You look at her warily before taking her hand. She helps you to your feet; you wobble a bit before standing up straight.

"You can come play with us." Roxy smiles at you.

You look behind you to see the other kids behind you.

"Okay," you speak up quietly, "I'm (y/n)."

"Well (y/n)," Roxy grins, "welcome to our family."

~18 years old~

"Hey (y/n)," calls out happily, "there you are."

You turn around to see your friends walking towards you.

"Hey guys." You greet happily.

"Are you ready to go laser skirmishing?" Dirk asks, leaning against your shoulder.

"Of course I am," you chuckle, "when am I not?"

The others chuckle, with that all of you begin to walk towards where the arena.

"So, what were you doing standing in the middle of the path?"

You look over at Roxy, who was walking beside you.

"Oh, I was, uh, remembering when we first met." You reply sheepishly.

"Really?" the blonde smiles, "it was quite the meeting."

"Yeah, it was," you smiles back, "you were kind of like a saviour."

Roxy seems slightly shocked, but just giggles.

"Roxy the saviour," Roxy tries out the title, "I like it."

"Come on you two love birds!" John calls out.

You glance at Roxy before laughing and racing to catch up with the others, your hands intertwined. On that day you never thought that you'd ever meet anyone who'd know as your friends. But you were happy that your parents had kicked you out of the house, without that you wouldn't have met your saviour.