This is our first fan fic (Pennies and Dimes for a Kiss), it is a Style piece. Also; these chapters will be a collection of song fics, and we will always describe before the chapter what song we are basing the chapter off of. Chapter One- Crystal Ball, is a song fic for Carly Rae Jepsen's Call Me Maybe. Enjoy!

Pennies and Dimes for a Kiss

Chapter One- CRYSTAL BALL

Something glittered out of the corner of my eye, catching my attention. This surprised me as I was walking around a crowded fair and was focusing intensely on getting to the next ride line. Childrens' games and shiny lights usually don't distract me. I turned slightly, looking for what caught my eye.

Ah, that explains it. I thought.

A large glass box was placed between one of those creepy clown water squirting games and a PAC MAN machine. The box had a row of blinking red-and-white light bulbs illuminating the face of a plastic hag, who had her hands placed on a misty crystal ball. I took a step closer to the box, startling slightly as a mechanized voice hissed out at me.

"Want to make a wish, my pretty?"

I glanced to both sides of me nervously, but all of the fair goers mingled amongst themselves and paid me no mind. I took another step closer to the witch in the box, disgusted by the detail her creator had put in. Beneath the gypsy scarf tied around her head, the old woman had saggy wrinkles on her face, barely noticeable when placed next to the huge honker she was carrying around with her. A large mole accented the size of her nose, placed directly above her left nostril. Her lips were thin and cracked, and a snaggle- tooth poked out whenever she spoke. I noticed that the movement of her mouth didn't match up to the pre-recorded words she spoke. The woman's hands were gnarled and slightly curled in on themselves, resting on the crystal ball. The blinking red-and-white lights cast a sickly glow upon the old woman's skin.

I didn't want to get too close.

From where I stood (several steps away) I read the instructions on the box.

Insert 50 cents and your wish shall be granted.

I snorted. Suuure.

Upon further thought, though, I decided I would give it a try. What would it hurt? I had a lot to wish for. I had a wicked overprotective set of parents. I knew they had my best interests at heart, but often I wished they would just get off my back about the Jewish faith. More often than not I find myself wishing I didn't have diabetes, so perhaps this old witch could improve my health for me. Otherwise, the only other thing I wish for is someone to love me…

I approached the box quickly, no hesitation, no room to turn around and avoid the temptation. I fished around in my faded jeans pockets for the fifty cents required to 'have my wish granted'. I popped the quarters into their designated slots and waited for further instruction. The creepy automated voice of the old hag hissed out at me again.

"I can grant you the wishes you've always believed to be just out of your reach. I can grant you happiness, as well as the love of your life. I can read into your soul, I know what you're wishing for."

Wow, ok. I thought.

"Tonight, your heart's desire will come to you. Farewell, child."

The hag closed her eyes and the misty crystal ball went black. I was pissed.

What a rip off! I didn't even WISH anything!

I kicked the box in anger and turned my back to the blinking red-and-white lights.

My anger faded abruptly as my gaze landed on a lanky figure standing in line for the Octopus Spin. My heart sped up drastically; I swear I was seeing shiny pink hearts.

It was a boy, around my age I guessed. His black hair, ruffled by the Colorado wind, fell in an emo fringe over eyes that even from this distance I could tell were a gorgeous sapphire blue. The boy's outfit intrigued me- a black Sleeping with Sirens band T-shirt; covered only slightly by a long- sleeved, V-neck pullover (black, of course). His skinny jeans were a foggy gray, ripped and torn in strategic places from his shin to mid-thigh. Black and white checkered Vans completed the outfit; while a Hello Kitty seatbelt belt stylishly accessorized.

He is gorgeous.

My breath caught in my throat as the boy looked up and locked eyes with me. I waited for him to look away, to decide that the weirdo staring at him wasn't worth his time, but he didn't. Instead; he grinned at me, a look I took as saying, "Come hither".

I smiled back.