Disclaimer: I do not own any places, characters, etc. from either the Anime Hamtaro or the movie John Tucker Must Die, of which I've decided to base this fic off of as a semi-parody. x3

Author's Note: zOMFGosh! Ahh! It feels so good to be writing again! I really wanna keep this productivity up, but might not be able to. (gasp) So yeah. I'll try my best to finish this thing- wait! I still need to start it! Hahaha! So, here all. I didn't really LOVE this movie, but I thought it was cute and funny in some ways. Plus, it made my creative, freaky brain juices start to flow again, so I should give it more credit. ;D Not very great, but I'll do my best. That's all for now! Thanks so much for reading and please be kind enough to review! I appreciate it! (Plus, I might not go on hiatus again for a while if you do comment. (wink))

Chapter One: The Uneventful Prologue of an Even Less Exciting Girl

I grew up small. Not meaning I'm short, of course, but that I led a small life. I never had many friends, either. It was like I was only a ghost- like I just didn't matter. Insignificant. That's the word. I hated that feeling but got used to it.

If I didn't have any friends, you can pretty much bet that I never dated too. If I was invisible to potential girl friends, I didn't exist at all to guys. Unlike me, though, my mom had no trouble at all with men- well, with the getting of them, I mean. She could never seem to keep one for more than a few dates if not ditch them after the first one. That's a lie. She would break it off with them after they slept together the next morning, but not in time to keep them from talking to me or for me to be able to shield my eyes from their half-naked selves in my dad's old robe.

"Say hello to your new daddy," one said to me from the fridge once.

"Hello, future daughter of mine," greeted another when I was ten.

"Good morning, princess," numerous others said throughout the years.

"Um... Hey, whoever you are," I'd always say after a while. Mom had seen so many guys that I just lost track of how many or what their names were. I lost interest and faith in the whole deal.

Why did mom always have to date such losers?

So, I just call them all Bob. Not as in Robert, but the motion- whether they moved their heads profusely or not. It's like every time mom splits up with a guy, we bob over to the next city, or state, and start all over. That was another reason I didn't have friends, I guess, but I never really minded anyway. Since I had no friends to begin with, there would be no sad or strange goodbyes between me and other hamsters. It was that simple, just like my life. Just like the way I was used to things being. That is, until I moved here and met Stan Williams...

-.-.-.

The girl ripped open another cardboard box of plates and began unpacking them, placing the bubble wrap in the trash and the ceramic disks on the counter to be placed in the cupboards overhead. Just then, a knock on their open door's frame got her attention. She turned around and saw a young man around her age holding a small tray in his paws. She radiantly smiled at him, he slightly back at her from under his yellow hardhat.

"Hi." He seemed a little timid in a gruff sort of way. "I'm Boss."

The girl opened up another box, leaving the tape hang.

"I'm new. Well, obviously." She giggled. "My name's Candace."

"Cool. Ugh..." He seemed unamuzed already. "My mom made these cookies or whatever and told me to bring 'em over here, so... yeah."

"That's so nice. Thanks!"

"Well, you know."

At that moment, the girl's mother walked into the kitchen with such lack of effort to flaunt her beauty. Wavy brunette hair draped over her slender shoulders and gleamed richly in its hue, her sparkling ice blue eyes shone like the heavens and her smile white as fresh fallen snow. The boy's attention was immediately restored as he gawked at her.

"Hi, mom. This is Boss, one of neighbors. His mom bake-"

Boss swiftly took the tray of cookies back from Candace and hurried over to her mom.

"I made these for you."

"Aww... How nice."

"You're hot. I meant, be careful, the cookies just came out of the oven so they're still pretty warm." The woman smiled.

"That's very thoughtful of you."

Candace rolled her eyes. How did she not notice what he first said?

"Well, you know, ..." He glanced over at their mailbox laying on the stool. "Mrs. Fox-"

"Oh please. Call me Lydia."

"Okay... Lydia." Could he be drooling any more?

The woman beamed again. Her daughter snorted.

"You're such a nice young man. These cookies are simply adorable."

"You're adorable, ma'am."

'If hamsters say I look just like mom, why don't I get this much attention...?'

Lydia giggled girlishly. "Well, Candy, I think we better start back up with unpacking. It was so nice to meet you, Boss. You should come over sometime. Thanks again!"

"Yeah. Bye bye."

Candace tried not to laugh until he was gone.

'Bye bye?...'

There went her mother again with her sexiness driving every male wild to the point where they lose the use of proper speech. She sighed. It was beginning already...