"Dash, hurry up!" Violet Parr calls from downstairs. She swings her car keys, impatiently waiting for him by the door, "Dash! I have to get back to the agency, what are you doing?"

Dash rolls his eyes, brushing his hair into the perfect cut. Truth be told, he likes his new bangs. He has a daring look to him that made him one of the most popular guys at school. He is aiming for homecoming king this year. It is his senior year after all. Dash feels like if he can pull off being one of the best superheroes in the world, then surely he can look his best for his subjects.

Dash was feeling particularly slow this morning, picking his outfit carefully. With voting coming up so soon, he knows it is probably best to slow down for once. He flashes himself a smile, showing his sparkling white teeth. He adjusts his white t-shirt and puts on a black and white plaid button up shirt. He grabs his only speed-resistant shoes. Luckily they match his outfit and they are unlike anyone else's. Edna did good work designing more... Casual clothes for them.

Dash speeds down the stairs (literally... He is faster than a bullet), runs through the kitchen and comes to a stop in front of the toaster. He hears a ding and he sticks his hand out, grabbing the piece of toast.

"Dash! I'm going to be LATE!" Violet yells from the front door.

"Dash?" His mother calls from the living room, "You have super speed yet you can't make it to the front door so your sister won't be late?"

Dash speeds from the kitchen to the living room, kisses his mother on the cheek whose arm is stretched across the room reaching for the remote. From the living room he walks to the front door.

"Bye, mom!" Dash calls as Violet storms out of the house unlocking her silver Lamborghini Gallardo.

"Man, I can't wait to work for the agency," Dash whistles slipping into the passenger seat, "I still can't believe you are working for the government."

"Yeah well," Violet starts, backing out of the large driveway. Since their old house was destroyed , Bob Par had gotten a job as a lawyer seeing as he is good at arguing, and Helen was going back to school to be a fitness instructor. The entire family still have their roles as The Incredibles—a family of superheroes greater than the world has ever known.

The world had changed a lot since the Incredible's faceoff with Syndrone. The thought of supers being in hiding came into question again. Slowly, people started to realize that maybe it wasn't such a bad idea having the supers' help again. But with the rise of supers also came the rise of supervillains. They were supers themselves… except they had more sinister plans in mind.

There were many jails scattered across the globe for these supervillains. Each cell is tailored to keep supers from escaping. With supervillains running around, it made it hard for normal people to trust supers. Any super could turn on civilians in an instant. How is the world supposed to leave their lives in the hands of select few?

Needless to say, the Incredible's house has gotten a little upgrade. It is a modern mansion on a hill that overlooks the city. It is almost as nice as Edna Mode's. Dash is waiting for the perfect moment to ask his parents for the one thing that would put him at the top of the homecoming ballot. Just one party at his house would be enough to set him up for the rest of senior year.

Violet rolls down the window, pulls down her sunglasses and waits for their gate to open. Violet drives off, blasting music as they drive.

"Thank you so much for this," Dash says, fiddling with his backpack at his feet, "Showing up in this car versus the piece of junk I drive-"

"You mean the Ferrari? Are you kidding me?" Violet laughs, "Why can't you focus on your school work for once?"

"Look, I go to the gym, I fight bad guys, and I go to school," Dash defends himself, "I'm a straight C+ student!"

"But why?" Violet asks, "I've seen your iq scores, even though you tried to hide them from the family—"

"How did you find them? Did you use the government to-"

"Your score was almost higher than mine! I don't see why you are fighting this—"

"I'm not fighting anything okay?" Dash says frustrated.

"Yes you are! Come on, even Jack Jack knows your smart-"

"Hence why I bribe him with candy!"

"You should just tell them instead of bribing—"

"I don't want to okay? Mom and Dad don't need to know that I'm some freaky weird genius or anything," Dash glares.

"I'm just saying that it's your senior year, you are 19, and you believe that waltzing around in a super suit is the perfect job," Violet sighs.

"When is that such a bad thing?" Dash shrugs, "Dad said that—"

"And Mom also made him get a real JOB. It doesn't matter that they sometimes pay us REALLY well for our missions. We need to learn responsibility as normal people."

"Responsibili-? UGGGGH! Vi, come on you aren't Mom! Just because you're 21 doesn't give you the right to treat me like I'm 10 again."

Violet pulls up to the school and as expected, the students drool over the car. But instead of letting Dash out, Violet puts the car in park and locks the door. The other kids grovel at the car as if they were waiting for a celebrity to walk out.

"Really?" Dash rolls his eyes, his hand on the door handle.

"You're right," Vi pushes her blackish-blue hair out of her face, "I know we aren't normal, and what we get to do is... pretty cool. But people still don't see supers as normal people. Until then, we can't rely on being supers to pay the bills, okay?"

"We put supervillains in the slammers and get paid thousands of dollars in cash for it—"

"Half of which Mom refuses to let us take, might I add. You know she only takes the small cash offers like the hundreds and stuff. The rest we make with what we call JOBS, Dash!"

"How did we even start talking about this?" Dash leans against the door, his backpack in his lap, phone buzzing nonstop. The homecoming craze is heating up. Almost every girl in school wanted to go with him and by the sounds of it, they would do anything and step on any toes to be the lucky girl.

"It starts with your grades, and then it becomes your future. You have to have a backup plan just in case supers get stuck in isolation again. We have to take precautions." Violet tries to sympathize. Dash just looks at her blankly.

He knows how smart he is. He didn't need anyone—especially Violet—to tell him otherwise. The kids at his school are dumber than dirt. Dash can easily take them all down in a quiz bowl or a math fanatics competition. If he actually did his homework and attempted to remember information, Dash could potentially ace every test, quiz, and assignment at that school. But that also means being put in harder classes which require more efforts. Right now Dash just wants to have fun. And school does not equal fun.

"Can I go now?" Dash says gesturing towards the door.

"You have a math and a history test today right?" Violet raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah, why?" Dash crosses his arms.

"How about you do yourself a favor and you actually try to get a good grade?" Vi challenges. She knows she has won Dash over. Dash can't ignore a challenge. He lives for them. He groans, swinging his backpack over his shoulder.

"Okay fine I'll try. Can you let me out now? I have marine biology first period and that teacher is a real b—"

"Try to slow down Speedster," Vi smiles, calling him by his superhero name.

"Never disappear, Shield." Dash gives his best wink. Violet and Dash bump their knuckles, coming to an understanding.

"You got your com units?" Violet asks.

"Yup I have the ankle buzzer, the watch, and the earpiece."

"Okay be on the lookout. Blaze has been on the run for a while now. Frozone thinks he has made a few buddies along the way."

"When was the last time he's been seen?" Dash questions.

"San Francisco, oddly enough. He was at some pizza place."

"Ahhh, knowing the devil he probably ordered an extra spice pepperoni pizza!" Dash laughs.

"Actually, he ordered broccoli pizza." Violet shrugs unlocking the door.

"Who puts broccoli on a pizza?" Dash mumbles stepping out as if he is walking through the hall of fame—and he was the one on display.

"See yea, Vi!" Dash calls waving to his big sister. Some of his friends slap him on the back.

"Dang, yo sister got a Lamborghini?" A black guy named Scrich exclaims, "you got BANK fam!"

"Speak the truth homie G," Dash laughs gesturing towards a Mexican guy with slicked back black hair, "you ask Julia to the dance yet?"

"Naw man, she put on that super cute dress and her hair's done right. I couldn't swing it." Roberto shakes his head, "what about you? Your Pic-A-Pix page has been lighting up like a Christmas tree. Must be nice to get any girl you want. Who you gonna choose?"

"I don't know," Dash smiles mischievously, "if the quarterback, and the basketball team leader can't get dates, what chance do I have?"

"Bro, you play like every sport and have broken records in every area in track in the state. You're a legend. You're like the Speedster!" Scrich cracks up at his own joke, "Trust me bro. Until you pick your date, the rest of us don't stand a chance! Even if I am the quarterback!"

If only you knew I was the speedster, Dash thinks to himself.

Upon walking into the building, he is given multiple hugs from girls, hellos from his other friends, and adoring looks from those who wish knew him. This is the life, Dash thinks as he takes his seat in the back of his classroom.

His teacher walks into the classroom and smiles. She looks back at Dash, who is busy responding to his eight million texts. The teacher groans and slams her books down on the desk.

"Dash, why don't we start with you?" The teacher says. Dash looks up and raises an eyebrow. The bell hasn't even rung yet and she is already calling him out. A couple of his classmates snicker, Scrich shaking his head next to him.

"The bell hasn't rung yet," Dash says with a slight giggle, "I'm sorry Miss Treisdale but I am afraid I am not ready to present the project just yet. Maybe I can buy some donuts for the class and you can give me an extra day?"

Miss Treisdale seems to consider this for a second before nodding, "Alright fine. Put your phone away. Next class bring the donuts and you will present first. Make no mistake about that. But Mr. Johnson,"

Scrich looks up putting a hand to his chest.

"Yes, you Mr. Johnson," Miss Treisdale says with a hand on her hip, "Since you think this is so hilarious, you can take Dash's place and go first today. I will be expecting an extraordinary project from you.

Dash laughs silently in his head and Scrich throws his hands up causing the rest of the class to laugh. The bell rings and the day begins as usual. Dash drags through his classes for the rest of the day. He couldn't stress enough how much he wants the day off. For some reason, Violet's words stuck like glue.

Dash stops by his locker on his way to lunch. Dash hears the clicking of heels against the tile floor. He knew the sound of those heels. It wasn't from a teacher either. The sound stops besides him and a girl leans up against the locker next to him.

"Avoiding me?" The girl has long black hair and bangs. She always dresses like a superstar, today wearing jeans, her usual five inch heels, crop top and black fringe jacket. She has on too much perfume for her own good, her makeup is flawless, yet still too much, and her jewelry jingles as she moves.

"Not avoiding," Dash says shutting his locker, "I was just thinking about you."

"Classic move, Dash," The girl laughs, "Come on, I'll buy you lunch."

"Can't today, Sheree," Dash shrugs, flashing his best smile, "My sister drove me today."

"You mean the smoking hot Lamborghini? Who could miss it?" Sheree snickers, putting a hand on her hip, "Why don't we just go in my car?"

Dash raises an eyebrow, never wanting to pass up the opportunity for free food. Plus, Sheree is one of the most popular girls in school. Might be a nice way to ring up some votes. Sheree was gorgeous no doubt. A possible date?

"Hey, Dash!" Roberto calls from down the hall, "They got meatball surprise! It's major senior year food fight material. You are gonna miss it if you don't hurry up!"

Dash shoots Roberto a look that says 'I'm kinda busy here dude, don't be upset if I blow you off.' Roberto smiles and gives the universal nod before walking off. Dash turns back to the girl who is still smiling up at him.

"So are we going or not?" Dash says wrapping an arm around Sheree's shoulder.

"Well my car isn't as fancy as yours but—"

"I'll never pass up free food," Dash laughs, "Trust me I'm sold."

Besides… What could happen? Dash thinks as Sheree dangles her car keys and they walk out of the building.

"Aww great," Riley complains looking at the mascara that is now dripping from her face.

(Disgust: See, This is what happens when nobody lets me buy the expensive mascara that doesn't run!)

(Fear: People are going to judge us if we walk out like this!)

(Sadness: People won't love us anymore…)

(Anger: If Mom and Dad would just up our allowance, this wouldn't be a problem!)

(Joy: Come on guys! It's our senior year! We aren't going to let some stupid mascara bring us down! Let's just call Jenny and use some of hers.)

Riley wipes off her face, pulling makeup remover from her backpack. As if reading her mind, Jenny Crowski strolls into the bathroom. Jenny has light brown hair and chocolate skin. She alwys has a smile on her face and is Riley's personal fashion companion. But she is also her best friend too.

"Riley?" Jenny gasps looking at Riley's dripping mascara, "I told you not to buy that mascara!"

"Well I needed something!" Riley sighs, "I hate wearing makeup anyway! It's so dumb!"

"Were you guys swimming in gym?" Jenny gives Riley a sympathetic look.

"Yes we were, and look what happened!"

"You should have gotten the waterproof! I would have bought it for you but NO! You wanted to be responsible! But it was responsibly dumb… to put yourself through this torture!"

(Anger: Thank you! Somebody agrees with me!)

(Disgust: Ew, Anger please. If anybody should be saying that, it's me, okay?)

Jenny gets to work, whipping out her makeup kit. She begins to dab and swipe at Riley's face. Riley is used to Jenny's handiwork by now. Riley knows that Jenny only does what she does because she cares for her. But sometimes Jenny is hard work. Jenny is popular and so is Riley. But on two different sides of the spectrum.

Jenny has a hard time finding things to talk about with Riley's sporty friends, and Riley has a hard time getting along with Jenny's high strung friends. But they stick together none the less. It makes lunch awkward when half of their table is separated and Riley and Jenny are the queens that divide it.

"Stop fidgeting!" Jenny laughs, "I'm almost done with the eyeliner."

"It feels like you are pulling my skin," Riley complains.

"Well you wouldn't let me buy the liquid because you thought it was cold so this was the next best option." Jenny sighs.

Finally, Jenny takes a step back and looks at her work. She frowns at Riley's converse shoes, but at least they were clean. Riley has attempted to break out of her t-shirt and jeans phase over the years. She decided a couple years back that she wanted to be more girly, but not over the top. Today she wore a skirt, a tank top and yellow, plaid, tie button up. She also has on earrings and her hair is pulled into a side ponytail. Riley is glad that she let her hair grow out a little longer. It gave her more hairstyles to try.

"Okay, now look." Jenny says nodding at her work. Riley gasps as she looks at her face. Her best friend never ceases to amaze with her talents.

(Joy: Now I would say we always look beautiful, but now we look beautifuler!)

(Disgust: This is a learning moment guys, we should be taking notes. Jenny is truly amazing at this!)

As if to prove Disgust's statement, a yellow orb appears, sliding and winding down into the memory bank. It hits a green orb (the memory where Disgust discovers the dripping mascara).

"You really need to do this for a living," Riley smiles.

"I know right?" Jenny laughs putting an elbow on Riley's shoulder, "Do we look homecoming court material yet?"

"It's our senior year," Riley laughs, "We've been homecoming court material for three years!"

"Less than likely," A voice calls behind them.

(Disgust: Oh great. Look what the cat dragged in. Excuse me while I barf.)

(Sadness: Goodbye ego…)

"Did the air get a little chilly in here?" Jenny says, poking fun at the pale skin, black haired girl that has just walked into the bathroom doors. She has on a black jacket, a nose ring, blue eyeshadow, and a death glare. Her heels are at least three inches (since she is shorter than almost everyone in the grade) and her skirt was an inch shorter than it should be. To top it off, the girl smells like smoke, causing Riley and Jenny to grab each other, trying to breathe. The two girls behind her snicker.

"Oh Jenny, if only you knew how icy I could really be," The girl smirks.

"Look, Tracy, we would LOVE to stay and chat, but we are needed somewhere else," Riley rolls her eyes.

"If you think a little makeup is going to get you a spot on the homecoming court, you're wrong Criley," Tracy and her posse laugh. Riley cringes at the name she had been given by Tracy after her incident when she had first moved to San Francisco. It was the word Riley and cry mixed together. Crying during her first five minutes at a new school? Not her finest hour.

(Anger: Did she just say what I think she just said? Why I oughta—)

(Joy: Cool it Anger! Any other day I'd let you really take the console, but it's too close to voting to be trying to ruin our rep now.)

"Whatever Tracy," Jenny says opening the bathroom door.

"Don't give me that attitude Jen," Tracy glares, "I don't know why you even hang out with that dork."

"You mean the dork who has beat everyone's tail in almost every sport and broken the school's hockey records for the entire state? Wow, because I am totally hanging out with losers," Jenny says with such an edge in her voice, she could clear an entire cafeteria of onlookers, "Open your eyes, Tracy. If anything, I am one of the most popular people in this bathroom right now so what does it mean if I am not talking to you?"

It never bothers Riley when somebody compliments Jen on how popular she is. Jenny is more tolerant of people than Riley is. Riley tries, but some people are so annoying that she ends up blowing them off. That's what makes Jen so unique. She can get along with almost anyone, no matter how sporty they were (she didn't like to talk sports, but she would for Riley's sake).

Tracy flinches a bit before rolling her eyes, "Whatever, Jen. Just watch your back. This homecoming thing makes the school a little... fired up."

"Blazing hot," Riley rolls her eyes, stepping out of the bathroom, letting the door shut behind them.

"Exactly," Tracy mumbles under her breath, "This entire city will be blazing hot soon enough."

Hooray! Super excited to release this story, not sure how it's going to go but I thought of this idea and it sounded cool. ANYWAY Some quick fun notes..

Not sure if you caught that whole doughnut thing, but that was actually inspired by something that used to happen in my older brother's science class. Any time someone was late, if they brought donuts for the entire class, his teacher wouldn't mark them late. Crazy right?

Another note! For the inside out portion, I will only ever show Riley's emotions. It was already an interesting concept to play around with how to incorporate her emotions AND her character in a crossover, but I figured this is the best way. I will never leave out her emotion's commentary since that was a big part of the movie. I will try my best to make sure that no matter what happens in the story that you still get an inside look at Riley's head. Again, it is too hard to do more than one person's emotions.

I hope you enjoyed the prologue! It will take a little time between chapters since this is a really hard/interesting concept to mess with (at least for me) so just be patient if you choose to follow this story and thank you for reading!