Hello, children. It's story time! Woo! I've never done a Theittany before, so please read it before you grab you pitch forks and torches and hunt me down and kill me. NO FLAMING! This is a three-part story, and my first T-rated story (if I don't raise the rating for Gem Girlz anytime soon). And like my other stories, yes, it does start slow, but it gets better. Just be patient. Okay, onto the story!

Extreme Makeover: Theo Edition

Part 1

I can't believe I am doing this… Brittany thought bitterly as she sat in Foods 1 with the rest of the class which was, sadly, filled with losers. A couple of the dumbest girls on the cheer team thought this was an easy way to get an A. So did quite a few of the stocky football players. So now she was sitting with fifteen people in class that didn't know the difference between a ladle and a spoon.

The only one she didn't want to kill was Theodore Seville.

Theodore seemed to be the only one in the class that was in the class for the sheer enjoyment of cooking. He was like a Simon of the elective, whisking and baking with the skill and expertise of an actual cook. And, strangely enough, the girls in the class were kind of impressed and even, dare she even think it, attracted to that. The guys threatened to toss him in the trashcan-again-if he even looked like he was thinking about the girls.

Girls wanted him. Guys wanted to be him.

That kind of seemed topsy-turvy to Britt, who was forced into the class simply because it was either pick this elective or pick from soccer or German 101. She did not want to take some language that wasn't even common in the Los Angeles area, therefore not envy-worthy like Spanish or French, which were unluckily filled. And puh-lease! Like she was going to get all sweaty and gross on that soccer field. I mean, she loved Ellie and all, but breaking her back every Tuesday and Thursday just to kick a black and white soccer ball around? And the outfits. Like she would be caught dead wearing polyester.

Brittany pulled on her long bangs. God, this is so boring. I seriously need to transfer…

"Hi, Brittany."

She snapped back to reality and found someone breathing on her.

Unfortunately, it was Theodore.

"Ew! Get away from me!" Brittany blurted, temporarily forgetting that he was her partner, therefore they sat together. Her cheeks burned as the class looked at her and Theodore stared at her with wide, watery green eyes.

"Is there a problem, Brittany?" Amanda, the young, free-flowing bohemian instructor that insisted she be called by her first name to break the imbalance between student and teacher, asked with concern. "I mean, if there is a problem, you can go into the Meditation Room and-"

"No!" Brittany hated the Med Room. You sat in the supply closet full of lit candles and beanbag chairs there for about twenty minutes and meditated, then rejoined the class. It was kind of like hippie time-out. "I mean, that won't be necessary, Ms. Smith-I mean, Amanda."

Amanda smiled at her. "Good. Now, class, focus and be one with your mixer…"

Brittany grumbled as she stomped out of the classroom, trudging to her locker. Maybe learning how to clog dance wasn't so bad a choice after all…

"Hi, Brittany!"

Brittany shrieked, dropping her books all over the place. "God, Theodore, what are you doing, stalking me?"

"Oh, uh, sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," Theodore said shyly as he helped pick up the papers on the floor and gave them back. "I, uh, wanted to, er, ask if you wanted to, uh…"

Brittany locked eyes with him, piercing him with her icy-blue glare. "Theodore, if you're trying to say something, say it."

This just made him even more nervous. She had intense eyes, a pretty face, a cheerleader's toned body... "Uh…"

"Spit it out already!" Brittany was getting annoyed. What was his problem?

"D-do you want to w-work on the p-p-project with m-me?" he finally stammered, shaking his dazed stare.

Brittany raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? That's all?"

Theodore blushed. "Un-unless you want to…you know…"

"No," Brittany said, getting off the dirty floor (Ew!) and adjusting her books in her hands. She knew he wanted to ask her on a date, and she turned him down every time.

And why would she accept? She was on the top of the pyramid of popularity, with the peppy cheerleaders and hot football players. And he was at the near bottom, with the weirdos, burnouts, and other freaks. Dating someone so lowlife was social suicide, especially for a cheerleader. But, actually, she considered him a step up from them, putting him in neutral territory for her. Sure, he was okay, but he still kind of had baby fat from his preteen years. He had chubby cheeks, flabby abs, and was overly nice. He got beat up almost every day, and had yet to have a growth spurt. The rest of the Chipmunks and Chipettes had gone through puberty.

Even lanky, awkward Jeanette had gotten a tan and grew boobs.

Brittany opened her locker and stuffed her books in, ready for lunch (Hey, not all cheerleaders had to be anorexic to stay thin). As she closed her locker door and backed up, she bumped into Theodore. Why was he still here? "Why are you still here?"

"Uh, I didn't get an answer to my question," Theodore reminded her, walking behind her.

"And you haven't answered mine," she replied, sashaying into the cafeteria. As always, all eyes were on her as she went into the lunch line. She picked up a lunch tray and put a fruit cup, chicken salad, and diet Coke on it. Theodore followed and loaded his tray with a double cheeseburger, fries, an apple, a bag of Cheetos, a PB&J sandwich, two cartons of milk, and the last two churros.

Brittany rolled her eyes at the fattening food. But she would trade him her fruit cup for one of those churros.

"Hi, guys," Brittany said cheerfully as she sat in her usual spot next to Jeanette, who was busy drawing something in her sketchbook.

They all mumbled greetings in return.

"So what're you drawing, Netta?" Brittany asked with natural curiosity, peeking over her sister's shoulders. It looked like some kind of spaceship.

"A concept car hybrid that runs on corn oil and solar power, and helps to create fewer pollutants in the air so people with asthma can breathe."

Brittany gave her a strange look. "Okay…" She picked at the salad and noticed the food on Theodore's tray almost completely gone. Except for the churros. Her mouth watered, almost tasting the sugary stick. But she stopped herself, firmly reminding herself that cheerleaders do not eat sugary, cavity-inducing Spanish donuts. Ever.

But it did look pretty good. From a distance, anyway.

"Um, hey, Brittany?"

Brittany turned to find Vanessa, a new edition to the cheerleading team, standing in front of her with a tray of the near-exact things on it (the salad had dressing, and there were celery sticks in a little cup, not fruit). Brittany thought she was kind of young, being only a sophomore, and Brittany being her junior year trainer. But she was cool with her, as long as she didn't try to take over her spot on the cheer squad-and her popularity. "What up, V?"

Vanessa said quietly, "Um, nothing. I was wondering if you could help me on this one cheer. I'm kinda lost on it. Can you help after school?"

Brittany nodded. "Meet me at my house after school, okay?"

Vanessa smiled and thanked her, hurrying away to her sophomore table

Brittany sighed. "Poor little sophomore…"

Then she noticed Theodore frozen in place, as if he'd see a ghost. Then a blush crept over his cheeks, and he still didn't move.

What's up with him now?

Simon waved a hand over his little brother's gawking face. "Theo? Hello? Earth to Theo?" When he snapped his fingers, Theodore pulled himself out of his hypnotic state.

"Who was that?" Theodore asked, still gazing in the direction of the dark-haired beauty.

"Oh, that's Vanessa," Brittany said, casually, forcing a leafy fork into her mouth. "She's a new sophomore."

Theodore sighed, leaning his head on one hand. "Vanessa…"

"Dude, you like her?" Alvin commented, raising an eyebrow. "She's cute, but she looks kinda young…"

"She's only a year behind us, Alvin," Brittany said, playing with her phone.

Both of Alvin's eyebrows shot up. "Seriously? Then go for it, Theo."

Theodore perked up. "Really? She might not like me, though…"

"You're a total teddy bear, Theodore," Eleanor piped up, smiling at him. "If you like her, then you should go and talk to her."

Brittany laughed once. "Please! It's a known fact that cheerleaders don't date people at the bottom of the social ladder. That would be suicide to a reputation. And that includes all grades of cheerleaders."

Theodore buried his face into his hands. "I'm so screwed."

Simon hesitated, but patted his brother's head. "It's okay, Theodore. You'll find someone that'll like you for you, not for your social status." He glared at Brittany, but she only shrugged and kept playing with her phone.

"Unless…"Theodore mumbled from behind his hands.

"What?" Simon asked curiously.

Theodore pulled his hands away from his face, beaming.

"Oh, God, Theodore's thinking," Alvin teased, grinning. His mind kept going in circles just in case he had to help his little brother out. "What're you thinking about?

Theodore grinned at Brittany. "Britt… you're the answer to my problem."

The others stared at him as if he were crazy.

"She is?" Alvin, Simon, Jeanette, and Eleanor all said simultaneously.

"I am?" Brittany asked nervously.

"Yeah, Britt. I know that you think I'm a complete loser, but what if you could mold me into your image?"

Brittany raised an eyebrow, confused. "What?"

"You know…transform me into your own."

Brittany knit her brows together, still not getting it.

Simon rolled his eyes. "What Theo means is that he wants you to make him popular. You know, so people will like him. Right, Theo?"

Theodore nodded excitedly.

"You mean, like an extreme makeover?" Brittany's eyes brightened at the thought.

Alvin nearly spit out his Cherry Coke. "No! No makeovers! Only girly-girls use the term 'makeover.'"

Brittany crossed her arms. "Then what should I call it, Alvin? 'Life Enhancement?'"

"Anything but the word 'makeover'…" he grumbled, taking another swig of his pop.

"Well, I'm putting the fate of my status into your hands, Brittany," Theodore said, coming to her side and kneeling in front of her. he took her hand and looked pleadingly into her eyes. "Will you make me popular and help me to win the heart of Vanessa? Please?"

A few students looked over and noticed Theodore in this awkward position, but since Theo's back was turned, he didn't realize it.

"Okay, I'll do it," Brittany said, nervously laughing and turning pink. "Just go back to your seat. People are starting to think you're proposing to me."

Theodore smiled at the idea, but went back to his seat obediently. He stared at his new mentor in anticipation. "So, what do I do first, Lovely, Controlling One?"

Brittany kind of liked the sound of that. Like she was hot, yet totally bad-ass. It was perfect. And she knew what she wanted to do first… "Let me have one of those."

She pointed to one of the untouched churros still sitting on the tray.

Theodore didn't hesitate to give the sweet treat to her. "I didn't know you liked churros, Britt."

"Neither did we," Jeanette said, giving Brittany a look as she gladly took her treat. "Since when did you like churros, Britt? And what does this have to do with Theodore?"

Brittany shrugged, preparing to take a big bite.

"You know, those churros are full of calories and sugar," Eleanor taunted. "You'd better be careful, Britt, or you'll mess up you cheerleader diet." She eyed the hardly-touched lunch still sitting on the tray in front of Brittany.

"I can always start fresh tomorrow." Screw the freakin' diet. She was gonna have her churro…and she was going to damn well enjoy it, too.

Brittany bit into the crispy donut. A taste of sugar, bread, sweetness, and verboten exploded over her taste buds. It was a perfect combination. And if he was going to commit to his work, she was going to work him harder than anything.

Molding guys sounded like hard work. Maybe she needed another churro…

Vocab Words (just in case you had no idea what they meant and/or you were too lazy to get a dictionary):

Verboten: forbidden, banned

Churro: a long Spanish donut covered in sugar and occasionally has a filling inside (Delicious! Google it if you still have no idea what one looks like)

Yay! Now that that's out of the way, maybe I can get back to writing GEM Girlz. This, personally, sounded better in my head. But whatever.

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