"Four strangers, one mission: Navigate Paris's shadows, overcome clashing agendas, and unite or fall."
This was the origin of The Fabulous Fours.
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Selena, the lone sister in a household teeming with brothers, has always been resilie...
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Tomorrow couldn't come quick enough. By the time the sun was visible through the window, Selena was up, currently trying to find the plug on the gracious plane.
Somehow, she needed to blow-dry her hair.
Arghhh! Where is the goshdarn plug- "FREDDDD!!!!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.
"Wh- what's up!?" Fred exclaimed, appearing at the door. His eyes softened in annoyance but he forced a smile when he saw Selenaholding up a bow-dryer. "Yes?"
"Do you, um, happen to know where the plug is?"
"Pl- plug?" Fred stuttered. "Selena, do you know where we are?"
Selena furrowed her eyebrow, "Um, yea? We're on a plane."
"Exactly," Fred said, still trying to keep himself calm. Somehow, he thought of Selena very differently- he was wrong after all. "We're on a plane, you gotta get an adapter or something, I don't really know- I'll get someone for ya'!"
Selena was left open-mouthed. She had thought that Fred knew what to do- "Fine, I guess I'll... put my make-up on!"
"Don't put your make-up on, you already look pretty!" yelled someone in the hallway. Selena was offended by this; the person hadn't even seen her without make-up!
"Oh yeah!? Why would you say that?" Selena fired back, somewhat furious.
"Because," Joe poked his head in. "I know so-"
Selena pressed her lips together; she had not meant to be rude towards Joe, but it came out a different way. She still had to adapt to hearing Joe's voice, she already remembers what Nick's icy voice sounded like and she hadn't needed anyone to remind her whose voice it is.
"Right, so..."
"So it's a waste of time," Joe cut, now leaning on the door frame. "I think you should come join me while Nick's still in bed."
Selena raised her brow, "Cute, but Nick's still in bed!? Golly, it's 8!" She added, checking her watch.
Joe chuckled, "Yep, he's a heavy sleeper."
Selena shook her head in disbelief. No one said anything about Selena being able to make fun of Nick. "Alright then," Selena said. "I guess I've got no other choice?"
"Nope," Joe said, popping the P.
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Joe and Selena found themselves playing Chess at the front of the plane. How lucky is that? I mean, nowadays, everyone is so connected to devices and technology, we can't even admire the um... nature and... board games, even.
I'm not encouraging anyone to start putting down their phones, don't get me wrong I hate board games.
"Chak-mate! I win!" Selena yelled twice already. Joe clenched his jaw as he cried, baby-ish.
"Aw come on, don't do that!" Selena pouted, putting her hand on top of Joe's as he furrowed his brow. Don't worry, he's not actually mad.
"Fine, 'nother round-"
"Yo' guys vas happenin'?" said a high voice from behind Joe. He twisted around, "Oh, hey, what's happening to you, too-"
"What're you doing?" Zayn asked, ignoring Joe completely as he took a seat beside Selena. Joe's mouth was half open, trying to look for an answer in Selena's eyes. She suppressed a giggle.
"Joe and I were playing chess," Selena said, still giggling at Joe.
Zayn nodded. "D'you want to join us?" Selena asked, a hint of a glint in her eyes. (Don't worry about it, her eyes glint all the time.)
"Sure," he gruffly replied. "I'll help you win Joe again-"
"Oh, heck, you are not winning me for the third time!" Declared Joe, fist in the air as he made his voice slightly lower.
They stared at him as he pulled this dramatic reaction. Selena scoffed playfully, "Whatever, Joe, come on, let's play before-"
Suddenly, Fred came through with Brock, and Matt, "Guys- we'll need you at the main lobby in about..." he raised his sleeve and glanced at his watch, "Right now- where on Earth is Nicho- Nick?"
Zayn shrugged, but Joe answered rather dully, "He's still asleep."
"No I am not!" Nick said, appearing at the door. Fred turned around, and so did the rest. Joe grinned, "I guess not-" he turned back to Fred, "so what is it you wanted us to do?"
Fred was slightly dazed, but he answered, "Yes? Yes. Right, we'll be aspecting- I mean, instructing you, at the main lobby."
"The main lobby?" Zayn repeated, making Fred's gaze turn to him. "How many 'main lobbies' are there in this plane?"
The rest suppressed a laugh, including Nick, which was very rational and rare because known to everyone now, Zayn hated Nick, and the feeling was pretty neutral between the both of them.
"The main one, Mr. Malik," Matt said, smirking.
They all followed Fred into the main lobby- just imagine the front of a plane- there were computers and digital screens set up at the middle of the room.
The seats, somehow, disappeared underneath the carpet, leaving only four special ones behind.
"Sit," hissed Brock.
They sat.
Fred smiled to himself as both he and Matt started to press a few buttons, both on a pad and on the other side of the digital screen.
The screen lit up, revealing a very peculiar face. He wore glasses, but all four of them were sure it was very dark from where he was staying.
"Woah," Nick breathed, but clearly everyone heard him as Axel waved.
"Hello!" He greeted, rather cheerfully. "I'm Axel Turner."
