Disclaimer: Hey there readers! I hope you enjoy this fan fiction story of mine; Not really my first shot at writing, I've been writing here and there for a while, but haven't decided to share it until now. I've read a few other "NDSSG" stories on here, and decided that I wanted to create my own and make sure to not disappoint anyone, or make any terrible mistakes. And believe me…there are a couple out there that kind of make me scratch my head and go "Huh?" All in all, I hope I get a fair trial, I tried my best to incorporate what I thought I should have as a writer, and I hope you as a reader can appreciate it and maybe even give up your opinions on it. I own nothing that incorporates with "NDSSG". Read and review!

Bold words in the story means it's a tip.

Anything italicized is either out of reality or a quotation.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Survival Guide To: Emotions

Ned Bigby stood leaning against a locker passing some books over to Jennifer Mosely, whom he called Moze. As an extra precaution incase any freak accident should happen due to the now very under construction James K Polk, the school didn't want to take any chances of any of the students personal goods to be destroyed. A clean locker was highly advised with less personal belongings.

"All of this because of one pregnant weasel." Moze muttered to herself.

"Well not so much anymore. And you have to admit, the babies are really cute." Ned said.

"That is true, and Gordy seems to be getting attached to them." Moze said, looking off into the end of the hallway to see Gordy "mopping" with the weasel babies on his shoulders.

That was, until the mother weasel had yet again ran off with Gordy's prized morning snack on her back.

"WEASEL!" He exclaimed chasing after the creature.

The weekend was near and their time at Polk was coming to a crashing end in two weeks. It was a scary thought. Graduation was coming and with Crubbs not forbidding them to walk with the rest of the class, they felt change was imminent.

"So do we have any idea who's going to be valedictorian in our class?" Moze asked, trying to sort things out from her locker.

"Do we even have one of those for the end of 8th grade?" Ned asked.

"It's the end of the line for us here Ned, of course we're gonna have one." Moze said shaking her head in disbelief.

"Well, if anything I'd say either Cookie, Evelyn, possibly Albert Wormenheimer if he doesn't talk to the voice inside his head-"

"Don't forget the Oboe twins." Moze added.

"Yeah, but ever since the whole Missy makeover thing, haven't you noticed they kind of…" Ned began.

"Kind of what?" Moze questioned.

Then down the hallway came the oboe twins, with the jocks all around them, trying to make dates with them or even attempting to grab their attention. And yet no matter how hard they tried their efforts went in vain.

"I'm not even sure if it's the shyness or if Missy just has the power to turn people into lifeless creatures." Ned said.

"You win some, you lose some." She said shrugging.

"Or you know, maybe it could even be you." He said nudging her.

"Well, I guess that sounds reasonable, but I don't think I'd be on the list, you know how I get with public speeches." She replied shivering at the thought.

"Honestly if you would just take my tips on public speaking, it wouldn't be so bad." He said.

"I think I'll pass on picturing everyone in his or her underwear" She said.

"Not even me?" He said innocently.

"I've seen it, it's been done. Nothing special." She replied.

"Thanks, you really know how to make it sting!" He said mockingly hurt.

Moze laughed and began to clean up a little bit in her locker. "Anyways, just reminding you that prom, which by the way is next Friday, is apparently going to be the biggest Polk dance out of the three years we've been here. So you're going to have to get a tux sooner or later." She said with a sly grin.

"Well if the word prom is placed next to the word dance, it's a do or die situation and has every right to be the biggest Polk dance out of the three years we've been here. I don't even have tips on how to survive it yet. Do you even know what color you're wearing?" He asked almost panicking.

"Mmhm." She said, throwing the last few papers in the trash. "I'll be wearing red. Honestly you should have known this by now. My favorite color?"

"Right…" He replied laughing anxiously. "Sorry Moze, I just want this to be special for you. I don't want to mess anything up."

"You and I both know what happens when you try not to mess up, it kind of back fires on you." She said.

Ned looked down dismayed. Moze did have a point, whenever he had a scheme or devised any plot to stay out of trouble, it seemed to follow him.

"Look, I didn't think I'd ever go to a dance here at James K. Polk, with someone that I was seriously romantically involved with. As long as we go with the flow, have fun, it will be special for me. You don't need tips to achieve that." She continued with a reassuring smile. "Plus, we're going shopping with your mom for something for you to wear, remember?"

"I'll have to remind myself to write tips on how to survive that too." He said embarrassed.

Moze closed her locker and held out her hand to Ned, he took it graciously. She kept her glance on him feeling complete, she felt her brain turning into fruit salad and she could feel the butterflies forming in her stomach. They stopped over to one of the stairs, and situated themselves. Ned had put his arms around Moze as she easily relaxed into his embrace. Ned kissed her left temple than moved to her cheek, where than at that moment, Moze had turned her head and they shared a sweet innocent kiss. It was perfect, so perfect that they could swear that they heard soft music forming around them. It was completely evident to everyone who was on the field trip to Huffington Gardens & Gallery, that they had become an item, boyfriend and girlfriend, more than just best friends. And even though most of their friends had told them the same line "It was bound to happen eventually". Even though it'd been a couple days after the field trip. Moze and Ned were more inseparable than they've ever been. They felt they were going at the right pace, being cautious at times but then letting everything fall into place. They were crazy for each other, and going out opened their eyes to see much more of the features they liked about each other. Even with this newly found happiness, it was highly known that it was more of a slap to the face for Suzie Crabgrass, Ned's ex-girlfriend, even as she was in a newly reformed relationship with Loomer, but to what extent was she truly happy? Moze had tried to contact Suzie to make amends and explain. But all her calls went ignored, instant messages went unanswered, and even her email blocked from sending her mail. As for Ned, the wrath of Suzie started with a bonfire of luckily, discarded tips on his porch, the revival of the "Ned Bigby uses the Girls Bathroom" claim, and ending it off with a physical attack that was followed by the vicious words "We're through." Ned took out the guide and quickly jotted down the tip "The best way to enjoy leisure time with a special someone, try the stairs." Moze laughed and pulled him in for another kiss. With two weeks left for the school year, each moment was cherished and treasured. That was until the Steel Eagle stumbled upon them, via stairs. With a crash and very painful collision, the three best friends found themselves sprawled on the floor, with Lisa running down to Cookie's aid.

"Simon, really you've proven your point there's no need for the Steel Eagle." Lisa said exasperated.

"I'm sworn to protect you!" Cookie cried out.

"JUST TAKE OFF THE COSTUME!" Ned and Moze screamed.

With a quick change, Cookie had gotten back into his usual computer nerd attire, with Lisa still by his side.

"You know Lisa, I noticed your posse hasn't been following you around anymore." Moze said.

"Well after our pizza date, Simon and I worked out a schedule that basically takes up most of my time" Lisa said handing Moze her planner.

And it was true, for every day left in Lisa's book, Cookies name was filled in, with tiny hearts protruding. It looked like the computer nerd finally did get the girl.

"By the way, we found these stashed away in Simon's locker. I'm not sure of the relevance of them." Lisa said handing a colorful box to Ned.

Cookie stood behind her mouthing to Ned that inside were the friendship rings that Evelyn Wong had forced on him when she was still heavily obsessed with him.

"Thanks Lisa. We'll figure out what to do with them." Ned said.

"Lets go Simon, for our study date." Lisa said smiling, handing him her books.

"And right on time. See ya guys." Cookie said following after her. Ned opened the box and inside just as Cookie had told him, were the friendship rings.

"You know, even though Evelyn is intimidating and really off her haywire, she's got pretty good taste in jewelry.' Moze said.

Ned closed the box and stuffed it into his bag. "Yeah, I wonder how much it'll catch on for."

Moze shook her head and succumbed to one more passionate kiss. After releasing from the kiss, they stared longingly into each others eyes.

"You know it's funny how before I wasn't phased with just going to class, knowing I'd see you later anyway. And now, I don't want to leave your sight." Moze said.

"Relationships do crazy things to people I guess." Ned said smiling. Moze was about to initiate another kiss that would send him trembling in his knees. He held up his hand and stopped her. "Hold off on another kiss like that though or we'll be stuck here in the hallway with Crubbs to answer to."

Ned walked Moze over to Woodshop and quickly ran over to Life Science Extreme, before the late bell rang. Walking in he saw Loomer, still in his country club suit with a new platter of mini cheeses. And next to him was Suzie Crabgrass. She had deliberately changed her elective to claim she wanted to spend as much time with Loomer as possible, but Ned felt that she was partially doing it to spite him.

"Hey Bigby!" Loomer said from across the room.

Even though Loomer had the looks of someone who cleaned up for a better lifestyle, it was known that the term once a bully always a bully would follow him. Usually Suzie would have been appalled with the behavior, but since she knew it would be against Ned, she simply sat at their table, checking herself in a compact mirror.

"You have some fists to answer to." Loomer said, punching his fist into his palm.

"Yeah fists Bigby!" Crony said beside Loomer, with Buzz mimicking the moment on the other side.

"What did I do now?" Ned asked.

"We'll have to discuss those terms, after class." Loomer said, as Mr. Monroe entered the room to begin the lesson.

Ned sat down next to Cookie who looked at him sympathetically. He could take the beating but with the end of middle school coming, it started to get old to him. What concerned Ned more that the reason he was going to be beaten into a bloody pulp was because of Suzie. He looked over to her leaning on Loomer's arm lovingly as he fed her pieces of cheese. Her eyes pierced into him giving off a very unsettling feeling that included emotions stirring with guilt, fear, but mostly guilt. He quickly took out the guide and wrote, "Guilt is tough to deal with, try not to make eye contact with the one you're feeling it for." He sat in Life Science extreme for the next forty-five minutes highly uncomfortable. Should he attempt to talk with Suzie or just leave it be? He was incredibly happy with Moze, possibly more than he was with Suzie. What could be used against him were the years, the years he spent pining and adoring Suzie versus the years Moze had always been there. Still, though he knew things wouldn't have worked out regardless, he knew the signs led him to the right direction. Nothing he saw made him revert back to Suzie as strong as it led him to go to Moze. But even still, Ned knew the sting of rejection, the sting of getting hurt, and being crushed. He wanted to know at least, that he could come to good terms with Suzie, as friends, at least before graduation day. The bell had rung, and waiting outside for Ned, just as expected was Moze, with a new freshly made wooden dove. But before he could even get anywhere near Moze, Loomer and his minions had taken him off his feet and bashed him back into one of the lockers.

"Listen up Bigby and listen good. I don't want you going anywhere near Suzie, she's mine now. And since you have Jennifer-" Loomer said, sounding a little hurt. "I guess you think you win in this situation don't you?"

"I don't think anything about it. And I haven't been anywhere near Suzie." Ned explained.

Loomer thought about it in a flashback, seeing Ned in random parts of the school and seeing Suzie always a few steps behind or a few steps forward from him. Once he even saw Ned graze past her, even hitting her with his locker door by accident causing her to fall.

"Then how do you explain those times?" Loomer said roughly, clenching onto Ned's shirt.

"Guys, guys, guys! Enough with the fighting! Ned said he wasn't anywhere near Suzie, and I can confirm he wasn't." Moze said going towards him.

Loomer, Crony, and Buzz all looked at her questionably, until Loomer started looking at her in a dreamy way. "Hi Jennifer…" He said.

"Put him down." She said gravely.

And in a second, Loomer had dropped Ned onto the floor, taking Moze's hand in his. Repulsed by it, Moze quickly snatched her hand away, folding her arms.

"Billy, walk me to the water fountain please." Suzie said from behind them.

Loomer quickly obliged for again, his fear for Suzie was stronger than anything.

"And carry my books too." Suzie said, dropping about twelve books into his arm.

Suzie walked towards Moze, coming face to face. "Mosely." She said.

"Crabgrass." Moze said as intimidating as she could, but still she couldn't help feeling the pain of losing the one best friend she had who was actually a girl.

Suzie walked passed flipping her hair and looked back glaring at Moze until she turned the corner in the hallway. Moze sighed and helped Ned up from the floor, brushing him off.

"Do you wanna-" Ned began.

"No, no, lets just drop it. New subject." Moze said quickly.

"Moze, you do know penting up emotions is a dangerous thing, especially when it comes back repeatedly no matter how many times you try to hide it." He said.

"I know, but now's just not the time. New subject please?" She replied.

Ned cleared his throat and then looked at the wooden dove perching from her backpack. "Wow, you're really getting better at your craftsmanship." He said.

"I know, you should see the other ones, they're all made out of different types of wood, and Mr. Chopsaw said that he's going to enter them into a competition, I should have the results the day before graduation! Just please…don't destroy this project too and try to make up for it with flowers." She replied seriously.

Ned just laughed and thought silently to himself how he never figured out to this day, the true reason why Moze's rocking chair was thrashed to begin with. They kissed and held hands walking towards Ned's locker for some leisure time, until Suzie had gotten into their sight once again. Though she was being affectionate with Loomer, they could see that she still glanced over at them repeatedly, almost as if she were hoping Ned were watching her, getting jealous.

"You know, with all this constant following and frequent glances, I really feel like sometimes there's little puffs of green smoke fuming from her ears." She said attempting to hide behind Ned's locker door.

"Maybe I should give her the old jealousy tips." He said compiling post its of tips into his daily envelope.

"Or maybe talk to her?" She said quietly.

Ned looked at her questionable and laughed uneasily. "Talk to her? For what? I mean it's really not that big of a deal, and she hasn't been approaching me so I don't see why I should do the first move." He babbled on.

"Before I was your girlfriend, remember I was your best friend first. As your best friend, I think you should to talk to her, set things straight. As your girlfriend, I think you should do it, I'll be fine, I promise not to get jealous." She said.

"I know that, but I'm not sure if I'll be fine. Guilt's a really ugly emotion." He said frustrated.

"Just tell her what you feel. Maybe it won't be bad as it seems." She said trying to sound reassuring.

"And if she tries to pull a fast one on me?" He asked.

"I'll rip her to shreds." She said quickly.

Ned laughed and closed his locker, taking Moze into his arms, nuzzling her into his embrace. "There won't be any need. You're the girl for me. Not Suzie.."

Moze faltered, smiting herself for turning into mush immediately with his words. She was falling for Ned, way more than she expected, faster than she thought possible. And still it felt so right.

"You know I don't remember you being this good of a boyfriend to Suzie." She said.

"Well I don't stumble words with you, and I can still gaze at you dreamily and still know what my next motive of action will be. You don't turn my brain to mush, but you do it to my heart." He said.

Somehow that had alarmed Moze, with a quick kiss, and a quick reply "I gotta go, I'll call you after school? And I'm really looking forward to our pizza, movie, and video game Friday! Since it's the weekend and all" She rambled and added a small punch to the arm.

"Yeah, of course." He replied nervously, feeling the urge to relieve the pain from his arm.

She got out of Ned's grasp and ran away quickly. Ned was going to follow her, but decided against it. He felt it was a moment that he had to give her the space she needed. He banged his head to his locker, regretting it shortly, stuck now with a sharp pain on his head and his arm, quickly he whipped out the guide and scribbled in "Mushy minds could equal mushy love talk, don't let it come too fast. Try to avoid at all costs. It can cause damage. Reasons as to why this happens is still a mysterious to mankind as we know it."

And that would be chapter one. Hope it's good enough for you guys. Other than the NedXMoze, CookieXLisa , and LoomerXSuzie, are there any other couples you'd like to see, let me know in the review and thanks for reading!