*Okay in this story Andrea/Andi still has long blonde hair but pulls it up into her helmet when she races. She and Rène Cartier don't get along b/c he invaded her room needing "A West facing room", orders her around, and makes sexist remarks constantly. Things are about to make a turn...but for the better or worse?



"Bonjour," Rène Cartier said entering Andrea Carson's room. (remember he has the adorable French accent!)

"Go away," she responded not moving from her desk.

"Well, this is my room for the time being," he retorted.

"Well not right now," she said. "This was my room originally and I can be in it if I want."

"Fine stay if you want I have to change for practice." Rene walked over to the bed where his clothes were heaped in a suitcase and pulled his polo shirt over his head revealing a perfectly tan and chiseled upper body. Andi tried not to pay any attention to him but couldn't help staring at his physique. He didn't seem to notice and pulled a white undershirt and the blue Fox Carson jersey over his head. When he reached for his pants he turned around and Andi did the same, blushing slightly.

"So, how do I look?," he asked when he was finished.

"Um, fine," she said turning around.

"That almost sounds like a compliment," he said smirking.

"Well then you're mistaken," she said turning back to her desk.

"Whatever you're just a girl," he said exiting the room.

"Errrr!," she thought furiously. "Why do I let him get to me like that? He's such a jerk!"



Later that day:

Rène (and Andrew) had just finished practice when Andi came bounding down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Oh hey honey," her father said.

"Hi dad," she replied simply getting a juice out of the fridge.

"Sweetheart would you mind taking some ice water out to the guys? Rène just finished a hard practice."

"Ha!," she spat out. " I don't think so Dad."

"Andrea!," he said angrily. "I know you don't like him staying in your room but be nice for God's sake. He's in a new country with a new family. Be a little understanding."

"But Dad!," she whined.

"No But's. Now move," he instructed firmly.

"Fine," she said poutily ripping open the freezer door as her father walked away.

"And don't even think about spitting in it," he said peeking back into the kitchen.

"Who me?," she said innocently.

Andi grabbed 2 glasses, filled them with ice and water, and carried them outside into California heat.

"Hey Andrew," she said approaching him and Rène talking by one of the bikes.

"Hey Andi," he said.

"Thought you might like something to drink," she said holding one of the glasses out to him.

"Thanks I'm dying!," he said grabbing it and downing it all in a few gulps.

"Rène," she said hostilely holding out the glass.

"Thank you Andrea," he said sweetly. Andrew took the bike and began wheeling it back to the garage. Once he was out of earshot Rène turned back to Andi.

"It's good that you're getting used to doing such domestic things Andrea," he sneered. "It really suits you better than racing bikes, a men's sport.

"Then why are you doing it?," she replied just as snidely.

Rène got her "remark" and glared at her. "Better hurry back to the kitchen and make me a snack."

"I don't think so," she said.

"Then get out of my way," he said pushing past her rudely and heading towards the house.

She silently glared at his back as he walked away wondering how she could've found him attractive for even a milii-second. (When she first saw him/met him and in her bedroom earlier.)

"Jerk," she thought. Sighing, she headed back towards the house careful to keep her distance from his retreating form.

*Later that evening after dinner: Every member of the Carson household and Rène found themselves scattered about. Mr. and Mrs. Carson were in their large office above the garage pouring over records or documents or something important. Jason and Andrew were parked in front of the tv playing Nintendo (as they had been ever since dinner had ended). Eventually Rène and Andi found themselves standing uncomfortably in her room. Or at least Andi was standing, Rène immediately dived onto her plush comfortable bed (at least it looked that way to her as she'd been sleeping on a couch for the past couple of nights) and made himself comfortable propped up on some pillows facing her. Andi stood and glared at him for a few moments before tearing off to her (walk-in) closet to grab some clothes.

Rène called in to her, "Are you going to wear that cute little red tank top?"

Andi came storming back into the room and stood angrily in front of him.

"What? Were you going through my clothes?!"

"Maybe," he replied simply.

"Who the hell told you you could go through my stuff?!," she yelled angrily.

"Where'd those Cheerleading magazines go?," he said to himself going through one of her night-stand drawers. Pulling one out and beginning to ogle something/someone inside he completely ignored Andi. She walked over to him and yanked it out of his hands.

"Hey!," he exclaimed. "I was reading that."

"Ha, I bet you were," she said grabbing whatever else she could out of the drawer. "From now on stay away from of all my possessions."

"Maybe...," he said devilishly.

"What do you mean, Maybe?," she said. "You'll stay away from them period!"

"Where do you keep your diary Andrea?," he said turning over and looking under the other side of the mattress which just happened to be where she kept it.

"Nooo!," she yelled jumping over him on the bed prepared to struggle for it. To her surprise though he turned over quickly, landing her squarely on top of him. Her face stopped just inches in front of his, breathing heavily. Before she could even think a sane thought he leaned forward quickly and kissed her. Deeply, passionately, putting his hands around her back/neck and pulling her forward forcefully. She couldn't even feel anything until he slid his tongue into her mouth and then she tried to pull away but he held her head with his strong hands. She put her hands on his chest and finally managed to push away from him.

"What do you think you're doing?," she said wiping her lips.

"What?," he said innocently.

"Never mind," she said getting off of him and grabbing all of her stuff before exiting the room quickly.

Later that night as Andi lay on the sofa-bed she thought about the kiss. She didn't really know what to think. She'd never really thought about Rène that way before but still...she couldn't deny that she enjoyed the kiss.

"He can be such a jerk though," she thought. Part of her minded his forwardness but part of her admired his dominance.

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