This is my new story. DON''T WORRY! I will be posting the last chapter of We Must Reinvent Love soon, for those of you who read it.
So, this story is a Will Beckett fan fiction. I am actually writing this more for novel purposes, but I thought I'd test it out on you guys first.

Most unfortunately, all this is based on real happenings, though the names of those involved have been changed. I just had to get some shit out.

Tell me what you think, guys. Comments are very important.

Sorry it's short.
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Prologue
We sat on the large wooden play-toy at a local playground, a cigarette hanging between my sister’s lips, the smoke twirling up towards the sky in a grey ribbon as my best friend jabbered on about our favourite band. It was the middle of summer; the sun was going down in the east behind the hills that surrounded our small town, and people ran by the playground with their dogs, earphones stuck in their ears. I looked over at my friend, grinning, throwing in a comment on the lead singer of the band, and my sister laughed, handing me the cigarette. We were thirteen and we owned the world. Everything was great- we had our music, our cancer and each other, and that’s all that mattered. I took a drag of the smoke, looking around to make sure no one we knew went by, and handed it back to my sister. Those were the good times, before everything changed, before the weather grew cold, and my family moved away; before we grew apart, too far apart to even recognize each other. We never had a chance.

woah. that was neat. i like it!! write more please?

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So here's chapter one.
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I walked into the foreign high school with my grandmother, gazing around at the décor as she led me into the office. A short, black-haired woman sat behind the desk, glasses balancing on the end of her nose as she read a paper I couldn’t see. It was nearly a month into the first semester of my grade nine year, and I was excited. I had recently moved back to my home town after a year of being gone, and was entering the school my best friend of seven years was going to. I couldn’t be any happier. Well, I could have been, if I didn’t have to go to school at all.
The black haired woman looked up at us, smiling, and asked if we could be helped. My grandmother nodded, telling her I was registering at the school. She pointed us in the direction of the principal’s office and we were set.
About twenty minutes later, I we left as the first bell rang, and I rushed down the hall, leaving my grandmother to talk to the secretary, looking for my friend. I spotted a girl about my age, with bright blond hair, dressed in an almost gothic-like fashion making her way towards me and grinned, bolting towards her.

“Caitlyn, you sonofabitch!” I yelled. She looked up and smiled as well, running towards me, and we crashed in a tight hug, earning more than a few stares from older, more mature students.

“Oh my god, Franny Banani!” She yelled back, just as obnoxiously, “I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“I know!” I stepped back, still smiling, and laughed, “When the fuck did you get braces?”

She closed her mouth, blushing, mumbling a quiet, ‘shut up’ towards me as I wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“Its fine, Kate. Now, come to the office so I can say goodbye to my Nana, and then I’ll come to class with you.”

She nodded and we walked back the way I’d come.
Caitlyn and I were tight, really tight, the only friends we had were each other, but we didn’t mind. When my sister came into grade eight, she joined us, making us an outcast trio. We got made fun of a lot, but it didn’t matter, because no one else mattered. As my fifteenth birthday approached, though, I could feel the changes happening. Or not happening. Kate never seemed to grow up, as I, and even my younger sister, had. She was always goofing off, up to the point of annoyance. But it was just how she was, and I had to go along with it. I never really cared, until the February after my birthday when my life, though I didn’t know it, began to turn.

I stood with Caitlyn beside her half-locker as she took her books out slowly for the next class. I tapped my foot impatiently, as she always seemed to take extra long, just to make us late. She looked up at me, grinning, and I smiled back softly, though thoroughly aggravated. Until I looked up. A few lockers down, was a boy. He was tall, much taller than both of us, with long, sepia coloured hair, and deep, brown eyes, dressed in tight fitting clothing, looking bored. I smirked, nudging Caitlyn with my elbow gently.

“Hey, look at him.”

Glancing over, she smiled, a blush rising on her cheeks.

“Yeah, he’s pretty cute.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Do you know who he is?”

She shook her head.

“No, not really. I’ve seen him a few times, though. I think he’s in your grade.”

“Huh.” I looked back at her as she tried to hide her face behind her locker and I laughed.

“You like him, hey?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

Noticing he had left the hall, I prodded her in the ribs, giggling.

“You like that guy.”

“Shut up Frankie.”

I shook my head as she closed her locker and we made our way down the hall.

“Actually,” I began, thinking hard, “I think that guy is in Sadie L’s PE class.”

My friend frowned.

“Sadie L is in grade eight. He’s in, at least grade ten.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Well, he’s in the gym at that time. Maybe she could talk to him for you.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

She sighed, walking a bit faster, so we would not be late, muttering a small; “Fine,” before splitting off with me at the end of the hall.
The next break, I wondered the halls, looking for Sadie L, my younger sister, and finally found her hanging out in front of the school. She grinned at me, large and cheesy, and I smiled, waving back.

“Hey Sadie L, what’s poppin’?” I called as I jogged over to her and a few of her friends. The spunky young girl shrugged, touching at her short, black hair with one gloved hand.

“Nothing much, Frankie, how about you?”

“I was just looking for you, man.”

I looked around at all her friends- they were a bit strange. First of all, they were all like, little mini-punks. Dressed in black band t-shirts and baggy jeans, the whole lot of them, with piercings in their noses, and thick, thick eyeliner. Reminded me of, well, me when I was younger. Sadie L was different. She wore bright colors, like green and red, and wore tight pants and a hooded sweater, half way zipped up. The second weird part about the group- they thought I was the shit. They loved me, for some reason, and loved to copy my sense of fashion, which didn’t exist, mind you. I wore band tees almost every day, and baggy pants, especially one pair of men’s blue jeans that my friends and I had decorated. I also loved to dye my hair- at the moment, the short, messy mop was bright blue and bright red, and I loved it.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Sadie L shrugged, nodding, and followed me as we began to walk slowly away from the school.

“So I have a project for ya, Sade.” I told her, smirking. She raised her eyebrows, a mischievous glint in her hazel eyes.

“Oh? Like?”

I shrugged.

“It seems our little Caitlyn has a crush on a boy.”

“Who?”

“I don’t know his name, but he’s in your Phys Ed class.”

My sister frowned, looking away from me in thought.

“In my grade?”

“No, mine.”

“Oh! I think I know who you’re talking about. He’s like, the only guy worth calling even cute in your grade. His name’s Will.”

“You sure?”

“Wavy brown hair, tall, real skinny?”

I nodded, tapping my nose.

“Precisely. Good work, Sadie L.”

“So what are you wanting?”

“I need you to talk to this, ‘Will,’” I began in a maniacal tone, “befriend the boy, and then, tell him to go out with Caitlyn. It’s ingenious.”

Sadie L laughed as the bell rang, signalling we were late.

“Will do, sis, Talk to you at lunch.” She began walking back towards the school and I waved, running off towards my class.
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omg.
I love this!!!

could I possibly be in it?
if you can.

i love it! i share Meredith's sentiments. can i be in it? i can just be that weird kid who keeps popping up and bothering everybody...just like in real life! lqtm

I like it too

If there's going to be a Ryan in it can I have him?

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Originally posted by scampluvsryan:
I like it too

If there's going to be a Ryan in it can I have him?

lqtm, that really made me laugh.

xD I really like this.

It seems like it could really get somewhere.

Update soon?

Names/ages/details.

And I need someone for Brenho.

Amazingggggggggggg fic!!! :]

Uhm...I'll take Brendon...xD

ME!!! *jumps around*