My eyes were closed and the soft summer breeze stroked my face like a loving hand, the scratchy grass tickled my back and I adjusted my position slightly, it had been a hot, dry summer this year and the grass was parched, itchy and golden. I lay in complete peace on my lawn, sandwiched between my two best friends. I felt a a familiar pinkie glide smoothly over my hand I smiled, but soon made sure that any trace of it vanished, I tapped the pinkie with my hand and soundlessly batted it away.

"Alright, here's a question." Phoebe announced, I lazily opened my eyes, the bright sunlight stung my eyes and I saw spots. I grinned sleepily and rolled my eyes, as I usually did whenever Phoebe had a question. I silently prayed to God that it wouldn't be another question about butter, "Why is grass so itchy?" I propped myself up on my elbows on the vivid green grass and looked at her with a cross between mild amusement and total disdain, Corey did the same. Phoebe then followed suit, propped up like we were, we closely resembled three deck chairs on a beach and in the hot summer air we were not a world away from it. Phoebe looked over at me. "Okay, why is this question stupid? It is so valid. I mean, we are on grass, and it's been itching my ass for twenty minutes. It's like sitting on cacti - itchy cacti."

I smiled at her use of the word cacti, I had drummed it into her all the way through bio last year and after all the effort I had put in it was nice to know it had paid off. "Twenty minutes? It's been itching mine from the second I sat down."

"Yeah, but I scratched it twenty minutes ago when you guys weren't looking and it stopped for a bit. But it wasn't a continuous stream so it wasn't fair so say it had been itchy for the whole hour."

"A fair point." Corey said, closing his eyes and letting his sandy blonde fringe fall across his face as he soaked up the rays. "And by the way," He added opening his eyes and shading them with his hand, "I did actually see you scratch your butt." Corey and I cracked up and Phoebe pouted, embarrassed. "So. Olivia, why is grass so itchy?" Corey said in game show host fashion, turning to me.

"I honestly have no idea," I said.

"Take a whack at it." Corey urged, smiling at me. And moving an imaginary microphone towards my face in an almost sinister manner. I slapped his hand away and took a deep breath.

"I guess that it's cause it's made up from lots of sharp blades and it stings but on such a small area of skin that it feels itchy." I said, it was a random guess, but I had to say something or I'd never hear the end of it.

"A fine answer Ms Henderson." He said.

"Why thank you." I smiled. "Here's a question for you guys." I said, looking up and over my garden fence and up to the hill, where the forboding mansion stood, peering ostentatiously over our pastel-covered suburb. "What is that place up on the hill?" I looked at them, and they exchanged a forboding glance. They did this a lot. I moved here two years ago, and it seemed like everytime I stopped feeling like the new girl something like this happened which catapulted me right back out of the "At Home Zone". Corey looked uncomfortable for a second.

"We cannot talk 'ere." Corey said in a French accent, I chuckled as he did a mission impossible run into the living room through the patio doors, Olivia and I followed him into the kitchen and they both had a rushed and whispered discussion in the corner as I turned away from them to face the counter to pour out some lemonade for us all. They were deciding how much to tell me, and I tried not to let the outsider feeling bother me. A fight wasn't worth the trouble, they were all I had.

"Tell her, Corey." Phoebe urged, I smiled trimuphantly at the wall, the no-pressure approach was always a winner. Corey groaned, as if he'd told this story too much, but I could see from the glint in his eye that he was going to enjoy this. Phoebe joined me at the counter and nudged me, saying "I'm just surprised you haven't heard this story before, it was a big thing in sixth grade!"

"Well, then, seeing as we're in eleventh it might be about time I hear it." I said, handing them both their lemonade, they both accepted appreciatively. I wrapped a piece of golden hair around my finger and twisted it, looking into the bottom of my lemonade glass.

"Aaah," Corey, said appreciatively as the lemonade quenched his thirst, he smiled and cleared his throat, ready to begin his performance. "Okay, well, Tommy Bilson, my old bio lab partner, said that his cousin got stabbed up there and pushed out of the big window." I gasped, and Corey nodded, enjoying his moment.

"Oh my God." I said, as it slowly sunk in that something interesting must have happened in my sleepy town. "How have I not heard this before? Did they find out who did it?"

"No, well yes, well, not really-"

"Yes or no, Summers!" I said urgently.

"Alright, calm down, all will be revealed." He said, winking at me, I rolled my eyes. I heard Phoebe give a large slurp from her glass, "They know who did it, a guy called Edward, had scissors for hands-"

"Oh come on! As if I'd believe that!" I scoffed.

"No really, that's how the legend goes." He said mysteriously as he moved over to the window which faced the rickety old mansion on the hill, we followed and stared together. "Edward Scissor-Hands died when the roof collapsed, but not before he killed Jim, apparently they were fighting over some girl who used to live here. According to Tommy Bilson, Scissor-Hands was a total psycho, managed to curry the favour of the town for a while until they saw his violent streak, then they turned on him and trapped him in the mansion and the roof collapsed just after he'd killed Jim." We all stared up at the old building, all except Corey who I could feel staring at me, but I didn't look back. "Legend has it, when the wind blows down into the town you can still hear him crying for his lost love."

"I think it's romantic." Phoebe cooed, not taking her eyes off the mansion.

"Yes, very." I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "I know what we're getting you for Valentines Day, he did kill someone Phoebs." I laughed, Corey snickered and his fringe fell into his face.

"But because he was so in love with that girl, maybe she could never love him back, because of his...deformity. I can understand that," She said, still staring intently out of the window.

"You're not deformed." I laughed.

"Might as well be, everyone thinks I'm stupid so no one ever likes me." She sighed. I looked down, everyone did think she was stupid, we just kind of assumed she was too dumb to figure out that that's what we were thinking.

"You're not stupid," Corey said, sliding his arm around her shoulders, "You're just, misunderstood." He added.

"Maybe Eric was misunderstood too," She said looking up at the mansion as me and Corey puzzled over who Eric was, "I mean, he was just so in love with that girl and he even killed someone over her, maybe people just didn't get him, and the person he loved liked someone else. Poor Eric." She pouted.

"Yes." Corey said, pointedly, trying not to laugh. "Poor, misunderstood Eric." I looked down to stop myself looking at Phoebe's face which was deadly serious, and then I found myself wondering, do we really know the whole story about Eric Scissorhands? Edward. Sorry.

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A/N: Well, that's chapter one, trust me, it will get better, but let me know what you think, even if it's bad, I'll try not to be offended :P This is just laying the groundwork, bear with me here.

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