There is no excuse. I just wanted to see what would happen if I tried to bring together four universes for the states. So . . . thanks and enjoy Chapter one: 2p.

Chapter one: 2p

"Ugh, I'm bored."

"Shut up about it already!"

"Yous can't make me, Masshole."

"Like heck I can't!"

New Jersey had somehow wandered into her brother's room and had started complaining how bored she was. It was the weekend, and she was grounded because she made a harmless comment about how ridiculous America looked in a cowboy hat. Seriously, her dad should never spend too much time with the southern states. It wasn't pretty.

Massachusetts groaned in annoyance when Jersey flopped forward onto his bed. Why did she have to come bother him of all people? What was wrong with irritating Pennsylvania or New York? It didn't help any that he couldn't (wouldn't) leave the room because he had to figure out how to prove once and for all that the Red Sox were better than the Yankees. Nya was getting really annoying with the rivalry thing.

"What can I do?" Jersey questioned, turning onto her stomach so she could see her brother. "I can't just be bored all weekend!"

Mass sighed. "If I can find a way to get you to entertain yourself, will you leave?"

Jersey thought about it. "Sure, but since yous won't be able to, there's no point."

"Give me ten minutes."

Mass might not have been the most experienced with the dark arts, but his father had taught him a thing or two. Add his and Virginia's magic together –since Ginny didn't hate him as much as some of the others (Nya) –it meant that they would have enough magic to accomplish what he had planned.

"Ginny? Can you help me out?" Mass asked. "Jers is bothering me."

"Mass, I can't get her to stop annoying anyone."

"I just need your help with my plan!" Mass explained. "You're the one of the strongest magic-y people in the Original Thirteen. Just listen to my plan . . ."

Jersey was still in Mass's room when he came back, Ginny in tow.

"Hey," she greeted her older sister.

"Hi Jersey."

"So, we've figured out how to make you not bored," Mass bragged. "It was all my idea."

"What was your idea?"

"Just wait."

Ginny and Mass locked eyes before muttering something really complicated and creepy under their breath. Jersey recognized it as a spell of some sort. Weird. How would her siblings casting a spell get rid of her boredom?

When they were finished, Ginny quickly fled the room. She didn't want to see what would happen if it turned out wrong. Mass turned to his neighbor-sister proudly. "Now we wait," he grinned.

"What was that supposed to do?" Jersey questioned.

"Remember the tax bastard telling Daddy 'bout alternate universes?"

"Yeah . . . so what?"

"So I'm thinking that meeting yourselves might get rid of your boredom," Mass smirked.

Jersey grinned. "Sweet! More of me to annoy you!"

Mass's smirk quickly turned to a look of regret. What did he just get himself into? But it was too late to turn back now. The mirror above his desk started rippling, revealing a slightly different version of his bedroom.

"Wow, what's that?" Jersey questioned, hopping to her feet.

"I think it's the spell working?"

"Yous think?!"

Before Mass had a chance to retort, someone crawled through the mirror. Mass let out a frightened "Eep!" and jumped backward. Jersey, however, just rolled her eyes and waited to see who it was. Well, she knew it was her from another universe, but she didn't know how they'd act.

"What sort of disgusting place is this?" a voice almost exactly like Jersey's asked. "Am I in Massachusetts's room?"

"Hey!" Mass snapped. "My room isn't disgusting!"

Jersey rushed over to the desk and helped the other her out of the mirror and safely onto the ground. The girl was her age, but with darker hair and eyes. She also dressed way too conservatively and dull for Jersey's taste.

"Who are yous?" Jersey asked.

"I think I'm you," the girl answered. "But I'm also me, Angel, the state of New Jersey."

"I think she's from the 2p universe the tax bastard talked about once or twice," Mass commented. "I remember him saying something about flipped personalities."

"Cool," Jersey grinned. "So Ang, what do you want to do?"

"Don't call me Ang," Angel snapped. "I hate nicknames."

"You hate nicknames?" Mass repeated questioningly. "Geeze, you really are the opposite of Jersey!"

"Come on, other me," Jersey grinned. "I think we should go and see where the other us-es are."

"There are more of us?"

"Four in total," Mass chimed in. "At least, that's what Ginny said."

"Virginia? My incestuous freak of an older sister?" Angel echoed.

"Don't you mean Westie? He's the freak of the Virginia twins."

"Your universe is definitely different than mine."

"Come on!" Jersey laughed, tugging on her alternate's arm. "Let's go freak out my siblings while trying to find the other me's!"

"You mean the other me's," Angel smiled. "Oh, do you know of any states who are afraid of electric shocks?"

Jersey frowned at the odd request. "Um, I know none of them like to be shocked, but afraid? I don't think any of them are. Why?"

"No reason," Angel lied. Her preferred weapon was a high voltage cattle prod that basically rendered the victim unconscious when shocked. It was fun to use.

"Well, I think Westie doesn't really like being shocked, but that's because he almost got struck by lightning about a hundred years ago," Jersey mused mostly to herself.

As the two New Jerseys approached the southern state's room, Jersey asked Angel exactly why she wanted to know if someone was afraid of electric shocks.

"No reason," Angel lied again. Jersey accepted the answer before knocking on West Virginia's door.

"Come in!" he hollered. "Unless you're mad at me, that is."

Angel wasn't mad at him, and neither was Jersey, so they took that as their cue to walk in. Needless to say, Westie was a bit confused when he saw two New Jerseys entering his room.

"What on earth?"

"Hey Westie!" Jersey greeted cheerfully. "Lookie what your sister and Masshole managed to do!"

"This is West Virginia?" Angel wondered, looking at the backwoods redneck disdainfully. "Where I'm from, he's the . . . more sophisticated of the Virginia Twins."

"I'm the say what now?" Westie asked incredulously. Him, sophisticated? He wore an old ball cap and overalls for Pete's sake! Where exactly was this Jersey-lookalike from?

"So I hear you don't like lightning," Angel stated.

"I have a healthy respect for it," Westie protested, wondering where this was going.

Jersey watched in confusion as Angel pulled what looked like a cattle prod out of her coat pocket. Why on earth would she have one of those? And why did it look like it had had some . . . modifications done to it? All Jersey really knew was that she didn't like where this was going.

Angel flipped a switch on the side to power up the cattle prod. She'd had the voltage ramped up so instead of just giving an uncomfortable shock, it would actually hurt. Quite badly, too, if she didn't stop shocking them. Angel pitied the person that ever truly made her angry. This was more of a shock-and-scare thing.

While Jersey and Westie were wondering just what Angel was going to do with the prod, the 2p state reached over and tapped it on the bill of Westie's hat.

The smell of burning fabric was terrifying.

"Ah, so it still works," Angel mused.

Westie was too scared to move.

"Wow, I am so badass in your universe!" Jersey laughed. "Later Westie!"

She pulled Angel out of Westie's room and into the hallway. "Angel, where did you get that cattle prod? That was totes awesome!"

Angel sighed. "You are so annoying. How are we the same person?"

Jersey shrugged. "I dunno. But seriously, I've got to get one of those things!"

Just as Angel was about to tell her no, the full-length mirror on the wall rippled, revealing a different version of the hallway. Which universe would this New Jersey be from?

Chapter one complete! If this sounds completely ridiculous, just tell me, alright? I know it's probably stupid as heck, but it's a plot bunny that refuses to leave me alone. Thanks for reading!

~C