A/N hey guys! Sooooo I really hope that you like it cuz like this is my first fanfic! I just like to think that she is a not-so preppy cheerleader that really enjoys it! So, don't think that I'm like totally changing her character or anything!

Without further ado... Chapter 1

You could say that I'm not your typical cheerleader. I'm really not that preppy. It all started way back with my bestie, Marlee Tames. It was sixth grade... (Flashback)

"Come on America! We're gonna be late for callbacks!" Marlee whined "I DON'T want to be late...again!" (Sigh) "Ok! Ok! And Marlee...we weren't THAT late yesterday!", I said. She stopped dead in her tracks and looked at me. "Seriously?!" She said sarcastically, "We were thirty minutes late! How can that be considered not late?! Think America, think!" She laughed and I couldn't help but laugh with her! I was sort of excited about today because we actually made callbacks...as sixth graders! We are the youngest of the youngsters! So...I thought that we may actually have a chance!

That night...

"We made it Ames, we made it!" Marlee screamed. I screamed with her of course. Ever since she moved to Carolina from Kent, we had been best friends. There wasn't a moment we WEREN'T together! "I know!" I screamed back at her. We screamed for hours!

(End of flashback)

When I first started cheerleading, I was seriously excited. I mean, I could do something BESIDES singing and playing instruments! That was a big day for me! I had always been that really musical one that everybody made fun of, since I was an eight in the social status at my school, but once they saw me cheer...(whistle) I went up to a five! So, now I'm a five. Marlee is a four. You'd think that since I'm friends with her I'd be a four too...but since I'm a music geek, well you get it. But, I'm glad I'm a five. That way nobody like makes fun of me anymore (At least not that much anymore) I was just about to text Marlee when I got a text from Aspen, my boyfriend. He's a six, but oh is he good looking for a six!

Aspen: hey meet me in the treehouse in 5

Me: ok. C u soon! 3

So I went down to the treehouse only to find I beat him for once! He is he fastest guy I know! I swear he could be a body-guard he works out so much! I was thinking about what it would be like to actually see all those wonderful muscles when somebody squeezed me and I practically screamed. "Aspen! Why'd you do that?" I half wined half joked. "I don't know, I guess I felt like hearing that beautiful squeal of yours" I smacked him playfully. "Well, I don't think it was tha-" and then he kissed me. We stayed like that for a long time. Finally I pulled back and said, "What was that for?" I said,"Oh nothin I just missed your lips." He replied. I blushed heavily...I bet my face looked like my hair! He just stared at me, which made me blush even more! "So how's the whole cheerleading thing?" He asked. "Oh nothing much. Im still captain for the cheer squad. I have to make up a new cheer with Marlee. I'm going to go with her this afternoon to the mall. So yea...that's pretty much it for today! So what about you?", I said "Well," he started, "I have to go to work today in like an hour, we're needing money for Celia and Kamber's drama classes. Also I wanted to get a little something for you, if you don't mind..." I gasped, "Aspen! You don't have to do that for me! You said it yourself...you are running low on money and you really want Celia and Kamber's happy, and that is what makes me happy! So if you want to keep me happy then don't get me anything!" I said sternly. He just looked at me for a while like he was trying to make a decision. So I finally spoke up. "Aspen you should get headed to work! Illéa needs you and your family needs you. But most importantly I need you Aspen. I Need you to be happy because I love you, and you know that. So you better get working or else Celia and Kamber probably won't get to go to those drama classes and I won't be able to focus with you on my mind! Love you, now go!" Be sighed and kissed me softly before saying his love-yous and all at fluff. "Love you" he said one last time, "Love you too" I whispered back.