~luther~
You met as kids at a planetarium.
You were there with your parents, running from exhibit to exhibit until you landed at your favourite one; the moon. You gazed up to the model in wonder. Your six year old brain wondered how it would feel to walk and run and dance on the catered surface. You fill with excitement at the thought of it.

There's one other person at the moon exhibit. A small boy who snuck out of his strict house to stare in wonderment at the moon model. He told you that one day he's going to the moon. He'll live there and protect humanity from all the dangers of space.

You laughed at the funny boy.
Every night after that encounter, you'd stare up at the real moon as if the boy was living there already. You'd talk to the moon boy as if he could hear you. You convinced yourself that he was actually up there so imagine your surprise when you run into him again at age ten at the same planetarium.

~diego~
You met at a boxing club.
You were swinging punches at a punching bag, releasing your anger at the glorified sack of sand. Sweat ran down your body like a waterfall. Each punch sent shocks through your body.
You felt the emotion course through your veins, anger brewing inside you. All of your frustration burst out into one giant punch, which send the punching bag swinging high on its hook.

"Woah woah watch yourself!" A voice says from behind it.

You stop to catch your breath.
"Sorry bout that"

"Hey no bother"
The voices face peeked behind the bag. He had short, spiky hair with a cut on one side. He held the bag between his arms with a smirk.
"You gonna give it another shot?"

You wipe your forehead with your wrist and lift your arms.
"If it impresses your ass, then by all means"

He laughed as you threw punch after punch into the bag.

~allison~
You met at your first audition.
You sat nervously in the waiting room, surrounded by fifty bustling girls.

"You shouldn't go near her, let alone talk to her" you recited to yourself, bouncing your knee with nervousness. "It's crazy. It's complete insanity"

"Lunacy" corrected a voice to your right.

"I'm sorry?" The girl was no older then fifteen (your age). She had springy brown hair that fell around her chocolate face. She fidgeted nervously next to you

"The line its not 'it's complete insanity'. It's complete lunacy"

"Huh" you replied nervously. You have never seen a girl this pretty ever.
"Is this your first audition?"

She nodded, her hair bouncing around her head.
"I've always loved acting, but my Father never wanted me to be in movies but i managed to . . . persuade him"

"Well you already know the lines better then me, so you defiantly have a shot"
She laughed, her rose scrunching up and a smile stretching across her perfect face.

"I'm Allison. Hargreeves"

"Y/N Y/L/N"

A women walked into the waiting room with a headset and clipboard.
"Allison Hargreeves?"

"Well that's my name" she said, standing up.
She reached out and shook your hand.
"See you around Y/N"

"Remember me when you're famous" you called after her, as she disappeared behind the wooden door.

You sit back, and look into the hand she shook. You tilt you head in confusion as you spot a piece of paper.

Remember. It's lunacy.
xxx-xxx-xxxxx

~klaus~
You met at a thrift store.
You were browsing through the discount girls clothes, hoping to pick up a knock off t shirt or something. But something caught your eye. Not a fake Gucci belt or Chanel bag.
Over at the dressing rooms. A boy.
He pulled back the curtain of the booth, revealing a calf length skirt swaying across his legs. He walked over to the full length mirror against the wall and started checking himself out.
Intrigued, you made your way towards him.

His eyes never left his reflection, but he asked you, "what do you think? Does the colour flatter my complexion?"

You raised your eyebrows with a smile.
"Hmmm I don't know. I don't think blue is really your colour"

You took on his reflection. His curly hair was a complete mess. A shadow of a goatee rested on his young face, his eyes however were old and full of life.
"Here try this one" you pushed a black shirt into his arms.

"Well go on" you gestured him into the fitting room booth. He raised his eyebrows, but smiled and disappeared around the curtain.

He emerged from the dressing room with a burst. He stuck out his arms and spun on the spot, showing off his new skirt.
"Oh wow great improvement"

He pretended to blush. "Oh stop it you're too good" He preened, playfully pushing your shoulder.

"In fairness you are the prettiest prince in all the land" you took his hand and twirled him around, catching him by surprise.

"Prince Klaus, at your service" he bowed proudly, in an awful British accent.

"Prince[ss] Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you" you replied in an equally awful accent.

"Well m'lady/sir, shall we gather our behinds and depart from this store of thrift?" He linked your arms.

"Don't you have to pay for your skirt?"

"Ah yes. My royal gown. Onwards! To the checkout!"

~five~
You met in the grocery store.
You checked off items from your shopping list. Eggs. Check.
Milk. Check.
Bread. Check.
Cereal. Check.
Coffee. Pending.
You made your way to the coffee aisle, spottinh one bag of the greatest coffee of all time. It's the only bag that doesn't taste like literal sewage.
You reached up onto the shelf and you grabbed the last bag. But so does someone else.

A boy, around your age in a strange school uniform, stares at you from about three inches above your head. His dark eyes entrance you, as his mouth stretches into a tight lipped smile.
"Your hand is on my coffee"

"Oh. It is, is it?" You said blankly, tugging the bag into your chest.

"Yes. It is" he pulls it back into his chest.

"Shame" you jerk it back quickly, but his iron grip is too quick. He pulls it harder at the same time, and it slips from your fingers.

"Come on. I'm out of coffee and this is the only brand that doesn't tase like sewage" you said, but the boys smile stayed tight.

"At least I know you have good taste in coffee, then" he turned around to leave but you grabbed his arm.

"WAIT!"
He slowly turned back to you, intrigued.
"We must be able to come to some sort of agreement here"

He thought for a moment, eyes squinted.
"The only way to make an agreement is over coffee. And since I have the best brand....."

"Your treat then"
He smiled at you, and offered his arm.

~ben~
You met in the park.
You were going on a jog, listening to music as you ran down the stony path. You were in the middle of a sprint, when your foot catches underneath you. You go sprawling along the ground, stones digging into your skin.
A cry escapes your throat, as you turn onto your back with a groan.

Please no blood please no blood please no blood
Shaking, you sit up and look at your knee.
Oh sweet Jesus.
Blood flows in a heavy stream from a large scar on your leg. You quickly get light headed, and the world begins to spin.

"Hey! Hey, you okay?"

The world swirls and spins, blood red streaking your vision.
"Hey look at me. Look at me. It's just a scratch. My names Ben. What's your name?" A friendly figure is crouched next to you, holding your back in his arms.

"Y-Y/N" you manage to say, still panicking over your leg.

"Don't worry Y/N. It's just a scratch. I'll bandage it up for you. Okay?"
You shakingly nod, and you let Ben tend to your knee.
It stings at first, and you gripped his arm tightly. But Bens able bands move quickly and softly, and soon your knee has stopped bleeding.
He sat next to you until you'd stopped panicking, and your breathing had reached a normal pace.

"Sorry you had to see me in such a state. I got a bit weird around blood" you admitted, as he helped you to your feet.

"Don't worry. There's always time for another first impression" Ben smiled.

"Do you think I can get another one?"

"Oh absolutely"

~vanya~
You met in a bookstore.
You were browsing through autobiography's, your finger carefully examining each spine.
Your eyes read each book title. You're focused.
So focused in fact, that you don't notice anyone else in aisle until you've crashed into them.

"Oh my god!"
"I'm so sorry!"
"I didn't see where I was going!"
"No it's my fault"
"Are you okay?"
"I'm really really sorry"

You crashed into a short woman, no older then 20. She has dark hair tied in a low bun, and her clothes are plain. She looked at you with a worried expression, so you immediately reassured her.
"It's my bad! I should've looked where I was going"

"No no it's fine really" she said. "I was so self centered looking for my own book that I didn't see where I was going"

"You have a boom here?"

"Yes. It's that one there" she reached up in front of your face and pulled a book out from the shelf.
Extra Ordinary by Vanya Hargreeves.

"Vanya. Wow that's a really cool name" you took the book from here and examined the front and book.

"Thanks" she blushed. "Do you have a really cool name?"

"Y/N Y/L/N" you replied, skimming through the book pages.
"Maybe one day I can check out your book properly"

"I can always give you a more personal view"

You smiled at her offer.
"I'd like that. I'd like that a lot"