𝓒𝓾𝓹𝓲𝓭'𝓼 𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭|𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙨

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A̸ curly mess of blonde hair peeks around a corner, watching an adorably oblivious Max Thunderman walk home from a long day at school. Why don't his parents pick him up? She thought.

She'd been 'unknowingly' watching him since freshman year. He was a hard person to ignore, his knack for mischief, and need for attention.

Now don't confused. Jean, in no way, shape, or form, had a crush on the brunette guy. Sure, he was good-looking, funny, and completely her type, but she wouldn't date him if the world were ending. Hell, she'd date his twin sister before she dated him. She didn't even have a specific reason, she just knew it would be a bad idea.

The blonde girl huffed as she tried to stay a safe distance away from him but also not let him out of her sight for a second. Yes, she had the ability to turn invisible and just walk right next to him, but it only lasted for about five minutes. That's why the green-eyed girl couldn't wait to enter her twenties. Because as soon as she becomes an adult, she'll be able to stay invisible for as long as she wants.

Every corner he turned, she turned a minute later. Every road he crossed, she crossed. And it had been like that for the last 25 or so minutes, and no matter what, Jean was not gonna let this boy out of her sight.

After about eight or nine houses, white picket fences and backyards later, she reached the Thunderman home. Before pressing any further, she shot a quick glance over her shoulder. After a few deep breaths and a snap of her fingers, the girl had seemingly vanished.

She hadn't even known about the security system that would alert the Thundermans of her presence. But she got lucky like that a lot.

To a non-supe, it was like the girl was never there. Like she hadn't even existed in the first place. To a superhero or villain, there was a thin, glowing, red outline of a body. But you only saw it if you concentrated on it. To a non-supe, she was completely silent. To a hero or villain, her footsteps were light and barely there, but still loud enough to alert them if she tried to sneak past them.

Sprinting to the bright red front door, she dropped to her knees and pulled her backpack off of her shoulders in the process. She dug through her black bag and pulled out a lock pick. Speedily, the blonde stuck the tool in the doorknob and began twisting and turning until she heard a click noise. She smirked at her success and shoved the tool back in her bag. She stumbled through the door, closed and locked it shut behind herself. Her body pulsing alerted her that the invisibility was wearing off, as she stood there back in her solid form.

'That was too easy,' she thought. Maybe it was a trap? Maybe the Thundermans are a lot smarter than she thought they were.

Glancing to her left, a family portrait hung on a wall, all of the Thundermans posing on a rooftop. But the setting isn't what caught her eye, it the royal blue superhero suits they were wearing.

'Nevermind.'