A/N: okay, I'm gonna try something that hasn't been tried before. Tell me what you think.

The AFJROTC stands for Air Force Junior Reserve Officer Training Corps. They are training for the Air Force or Military, and that's what Johnny is in. There is part of it called the drill team/color guard, they spin rifles, march, and do different things. If you get confused, Google it.

It will eventually be a JohnnyxOC pairing, but she wont be a mary-sue, promise.

Enjoy! Give this a chance, it may seem stupid, but give it a try.

Chapter One: (Juliet POV)

"Juliet!" Dawn called, running up to me. "We're gonna be late, we gotta hurry!"

I rolled my eyes. "We're fine, Dawn. Come on, get in." I told her. She got in my mom's car.

We were driving to freshman orientation; it was our first year in high school.

I looked over at my best friend. She looked as nervous as I felt. She has light brown hair, with natural highlights. It is cut to about her shoulders. She has tan skin, which contrasts great with her bright green eyes.

I have dark brown eyes and dark brown hair. Mine is naturally super-curly, which I hate. It gets frizzy all the time, so I have to straighten it. I have light skin, not pale, but not tan either.

We were both fourteen. I was going to turn fifteen September thirteenth, and she was turning fifteen much later, on January fifth.

We were complete opposites, which was probably why we were such great friends. We were both a little shy, but she was the sporty type. She was on the soccer team for two years in middle school, sixth and seventh grade, but at the end of seventh grade year, she hurt her knee playing a game. She hasn't played since.

On the other hand, I'm not that sporty. I like to hang out at the park, or walk around. I like the fall, and she's more of a summer-girl. I like Halloween and Thanksgiving and Christmas, and she likes Valentine's Day and the Fourth of July.

But our differences are what make us such close friends.

We arrived at the school. It was huge. To me, it looked like a hospital (I hate hospitals, and needles and blood. So hospitals weren't something I enjoyed). But maybe it was just 'cause I was so nervous.

"Bye girls, I'll be back to pick you up in an hour," my mom told us. We nodded and got out.

We walked down the long sidewalk to the front doors. We were both nervous, it was obvious. I looked at Dawn.

"See anyone we know?" I asked her hopefully.

"Nope," she replied.

I was hoping some of our middle school friends had decided to come to orientation. I guess not.

We got inside and were directed to the auditorium. A man, Mr. H, he called himself, was introduced as the principal. He then proceeded to talk about some boring stuff, like "welcome to our school, you'll love it here" and "check out the library!" and "we do not tolerate bullying".

By the time the boring lecture was over, I had gotten a little more comfortable. I mean, this wasn't so bad. It was okay, actually.

Just then we were all directed to the gym. There are a lot of kids here, I thought. And this is only the freshman, there are sophomores and juniors and seniors. I groaned inwardly.

We all sat in the bleachers. Dawn and I decided to sit in the front. There was a small, heavy-set woman in the center of the gym. She had a microphone.

"Hello, students. Welcome to high school. The Drill Team (AFJROTC) has decided to do a presentation for you. We expect the highest amount of respect. Thank you."

She moved out of the way. Four people, dressed in what looked like a military uniform, marched towards the center. There was a girl, who looked like a senior, who was a little bit manly looking (Not to be rude or anything, I'm just describing her. I'm sure she's a nice person). Next was a boy with blond hair. Third was a short, petite girl, with short hair. I would have thought she was a boy if we wouldn't have been this close. Last was a tan boy, with jet-black hair and dark eyes. He immediately caught our attention.

"Look," Dawn whispered. "The little one in the back is so cute. Look at him." I nodded and shushed her.

They marched around, like military cadets. They had serious looks on their faces, and looked straight ahead. They all twirled the rifles around, and marched around the gym in unison. I'm not really sure of the technical name for it, 'cause I'm not an expert. My eyes were on the small one in the back the whole time.

Next, the three marched to the side, and the cute one came in the middle. He started his rifle routine, and twirled the rifle around and stuff. (Once again, I'm an average girl, I don't know what the technical names are.)

Then, by accident, his rifle got caught on his uniform, messing up his performance. He smiled sheepishly, and continued. Before I knew it, it was done, and everyone was clapping. They released us to the cafeteria, where we could all get a slice of pizza (free pizza!) and a coke.

Dawn and I talked about the mystery guy the whole time. How cute he was, and how it was adorable when he messed up. We had to know more about him.

We got our pizza, and we looked around. We spotted him at the table, and tried to get a good look at his face, but there were so many people that we couldn't.

Before we knew it, orientation was over. We went out to the car, and my mom asked us how it went.

"Good," I replied distractedly. I had to find more about this guy.

And that was our first high school goal, to find out who this mystery guy was, and maybe even talk to him.

A/N: did you like it? Should I just stop here, or continue?

If you don't understand the ROTC thing, then go to Google or Youtube and type in Drill Team ROTC. I'm sure you will understand.

I know it's really random for a story, but they have it at my school, and once I saw it, I was obsessed.

If you still don't get the ROTC thing, it's basically a program at most high schools and you can sign up for military training. They teach you values, and respect. It's like you are actually in a military boot camp or something. You do different drills and obstacle courses, but you learn in a classroom too. It's a little hard to explain, let me know if you still don't get it, I'll try to explain further.

And (hopefully this wont confuse you more) Drill Team is part of ROTC. I'm pretty sure you have to be in ROTC for at least a year or so before you can join the drill team. It's where they march around and spin rifles for competition. They wear Air Force uniforms and such. It's really very interesting.

I hope you liked this chapter, and I hope you review!

No flames please, if you think it's too confusing, tell me though.

Your friend,

Johnnnycadesgirl16

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