Mal and Jay (Jal) Descendants

Chapter 1

Mal's POV

It was dark out. If it wasn't for the moon and stars the night would be as dark as my mom's raven Diablo. It was midnight, which meant I was breaking Auradon curfew, but I've broken it so many times before it hardly seemed like a reason to get off the roof and go back inside. Besides I needed to think.

~Flashback~

"Ben it's the beginning of the school year! I'm your girlfriend, you should invite me to go shopping with you, Audrey and Chad!"

"Mal, you're being irrational!" Ben shouted back.

"Oh, it's so irrational to want ,y boyfriend to spend time with me instead of his ex!"

"You're just like you're mother! Upset over a little invitation! I think we should stop seeing each other, at least for now."

~Flashback ends, new one begins~

"It's jus like Jane said at Family Day" Chad jeered "he'll never make a villain a queen!"

"SHUT UP CHAD!" yelled Evie. But it was too late the damage was done.

Jay's POV

I saw the figure up on the roof. I didn't have to investigate. I already knew who it was. Only one person out her than me dared break Auradon curfew. Mal. I climbed onto the roof expecting to see the lighthearted girl I knew, only to be shocked. She was crying. Mal never cried. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

"Mal? Are you ok?" I asked.

"Jay? Is that you?"

"Yeah it's me. What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I'm just sitting on the roof. As usual. Nothing wrong here."

"Mal you were crying." I told her "I saw you, don't try hiding it."

So she told me everything that happened with Ben and Chad. And how Ben would rather hang out with Audrey than Mal. All I could think about was what a jerk Ben was for hurting my Mal. And that if I were him, I'd never let her go. Then I thought, "Jay stop it, she's not 'your' Mal, but she is your best friend. She's like a sister to you. That's it, nothing more." But my heart protested. But I still needed to comfort Mal.

"Mal, don't listen to them. You are nothing like Maleficent, and you never will be."

"She wanted me to be like her. That's all I learned how to do the first sixteen years of my life. I'm like her in a lot of ways."

Then I did something that shocked me probably more than it did her. I hugged her and let her cry on my shoulder. While she did, I tried to stop myself from thinking ago her beautiful purple hair and those gorgeous golden flecks in her eyes.