Disclaimer: All the mentioned characters don't belong to me, they belong to...well..someone else. Not me. I think that it's Disney, but I'm not sure. Hmmp. Well, anyway, I still wish that Jamie was mine, but he's not. Oh well. I can't come up with anything else clever to say about this story *cough cough next chapter of your story Madison hack cough*, so without further ado...
Matchmaking 101
Chapter 1/?
The chill of the autumn air bit into Catie Roth's skin, and she shivered slightly, wrapping her arms around herself in an attempt to get warm. She hitched her backpack up a little higher on her back, and continued her walk home from school, her heavy combat boots slapping against the cement. Another gust of wind had her shivering in her boots, and she tightened her hold on her arms, trying to warm herself as best she could.
"This is the last time I try to piss off Mom by not bringing a jacket to school." Catie muttered to herself, a lock of her dark hair falling into her face. She grunted in annoyance and pushed it back, cursing herself for leaving it down today. She normally pulled it back, if for nothing else then to keep it out of her face. If there was one thing that she hated, it was for her hair to be in her face.
Actually, there WAS one good thing about wearing it down. It had surprised the heck out of Jamie. A small smirk pulled at her lips as she remembered the surprise in his expression when he had caught up to her right after second period. But the surprise was quickly replaced by something else in his eyes, something that she liked far more then she really ought to of.
Her mind called up the exact words that he had said, the exact way his lips had moved to form the words. "Hey--wow, I like your hair like that."
Caite stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and winced at her own stupidity. No, she was not turnng into one of those girls who got all gooey and mushy whenever some cute guy paid them a compliment.
'How can you--no cute guy ever pays you a compliment, remember?' A little voice in the back of her head asked. 'There all so busy drooling over Val...'
Catie cut that thought off before it got a chance to get going. That wasn't true and she knew it. And besides, it wasn't VAL'S fault that she was beautiful and popular and good at everything. Okay, so maybe some of that WAS Val's fault, but hey, she was just a born overachiever.
The dark haired girl sighed, and started walking again, a little slower this time, the cold air not penetrating through the haze of thought around her brain. She was good at stuff. People liked her. Okay, so she wasn't as good at as much stuff as Val, and not as many people liked her as Val...
Catie cut her thoughts off again, sighing in annoyance at herself. God, why was she always such a drama queen? Just another time that Val was right, the little voice in the back of her head pointed out. Catie was beginng to hate that little voice.
The roar of a motorcycle engine caught her attention, pulling her away from her thoughts, and making her look up. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she found herself lost in a pair of deep brown eyes, finged with lashes so long that it looked like the owner was wearing mascarea. A wide, easy smile shone at her, perfectly white, straight teeth shone off by that disarming grin.
Catie rolled her eyes upward, but she couldn't stop the smile that crept to her face. "Are you stalking me?"
"Of course." Jamie Waite teased back, balancing on both his feet and shutting the engine of his bike down. "That was me outside your bedroom last night."
"Oh, yeah. I was wondering who that was." She snorted, crossing her arms over her chest again and shivering slightly. Jamie noticed the movement, and lifted an eyebrow.
"You alright?"
"Does it look like I'm alright? I'm freezing." Catie snapped, rolling her eyes. Jamie blinked, then smirked.
"Sorry." Jamie chuckled, and shrugged off his leather jacket and handed it to the shaking girl. "Here."
"No, I'm fine..." Catie was cut off when another strong wind blew, and her teeth started chattering. Jamie rolled his eyes, and threw the jacket at her. Left with no other choice, Catie caught it, and slipped it on over her shoulders, after shrugging her bag off her back. She sighed softly in relief, her arms no longer numb from the chilly air. "Thanks." Catie mumbled.
"No problem. I wasn't really cold anyway. I just didn't have anywhere to carry it." Jamie explained to her.
"Yeah, right." Catie smirked.
"You don't believe me?" Jamie asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Don't worry, I think your cute when you're being macho." Catie told him, dropping her voice to a stage confidential whisper. He nodded sagely.
"Ahh, I see. You think I'm being macho."
"Oh yeah."
"Well, if you think that about me offering you my jacket, what are you going to think about me offering you a ride home?" Jamie wanted to know.
"I would think you were an angel sent from God." Catie swore.
"Well, I suppose ONE more good samartain point couldn't hurt TOO much..." Jamie trailed off, and smiled. "Climb on."
"On that?"
"What else?"
"Oh, no. I don't think so..." Catie trailed off, but her teeth began to chatter again, much to her annoyance. Jamie noticed, and rolled his eyes.
"Catie, just get on the bike. You're not going to fall or anything, I promise." Jamie promised her, crossing his heart.
"That was so lame. I haven't done that since I was in, like, third grade." Catie told him, a smirk pulling at her lips.
"Hey, I have a six year old sister at home that thinks it's the coolest." Jamie defended himself, laughing.
"Hmmm. That should tell you something." Catie told him. Then she turned her attention back to the bike, and sighed softly. "Okay, how do I do this?"
"Just swing your leg over the back and hold onto my waist." Jamie instructed, scooting forward a little on the seat to make room for her.
Catie did so, and managed not to fall in the process, much to her surprise. However, the way she was require to sit hiked her skirt up past her knees, and the cold air was currently turning them blue in the few seconds they had been revealed to the elements.
"Not bad." Jamie teased, wrapping a long fingered hand around one of her calf muscles. Catie slapped his shoulder lightly, and he moved his hand. "Just kidding." He started the engine, and the biked roared to life.
Catie wrapped her arms around his waist and held on for dear life, quickly surpressing a shriek. In all the years she and Jamie had been friends, she hand managed to forgo the "pleasure" of riding on his bike before now. In fact, she hadn't been about to die of cold, she would have forgone it THIS time.
"Um, Caite?" Jamie called back to her, his voice slightly strained.
"What?" Catie asked, her voice muffled because she had her face buried in his jacket.
"I can't breathe."
"Sorry." Catie muttered, loosening her hold on her friend, but only slightly. After a few more minutes, she finally got up enough nerve to peak over Jamie's shoulder. "Oh, wow..." She whispered, her lips close enough to his ear for him to hear her.
"Great, isn't it?" Jamie called back to her.
"Yeah." Catie agreed, holding on a little more tightly. The warmth of Jamie's back pressead against her front warmed her to her toes, and smiled, setting her chin on his shouder so she could watch the scenery flow past.
****
"Man, it is COLD!" Brooke Linar complained to her sister Val. The twelve-year-old shivered and blew on her clasped hands, trying to get them to warm up. "All this cold isn't good for my fingers!"
Val laughed, and stuck her own hands deeper into her pockets. "That's why you should have brought gloves silly."
"Oh, now you tell me." Brooke laughed as well, slowing to a stop on the edge of the sidewalk that the two girls were following on their way home from school. The sign above her head flashed don't walk in bright red letters, and a had a picture of a little red man walking in a cross through it.
"Yeah, well..." Val shrugged her shoulders. "What can you do?"
Brooke shook her head, and turned her attention to the cars that were whizzing by on their way to this or that place. Her eyes landed on a motorcycle carrying a young couple that pulled up to the intersection, just as the light turned red, and the sign flashed "walk".
The Linar sisters stepped out onto the crosswalk and crossed as quickly as possible, each wanting to get home for assorted reasons. However, Brooke's attention was, inexplicably, pulled back to the young couple on the bike. For some reason, they just looked so...familar.
It was the girl's black hair and pale skin, not to mention odd clothing, that clued her in. Brooke blinked, and grabbed Val's hand.
"Oh my gosh, Val look! That's Catie and Jamie!" Brooke told her, pointing to the cycle. Val turned around to look, but the light turned green before she got a chance to see them clearly.
"What? Catie and Jamie? Where?" Val asked, confused.
"They just left. They were on Jamie's bike...and they looked sorta cozy, if you know what I mean." Brooke grinned, her eyes glowing.
"Brooke. Catie and Jamie are just FRIENDS. I know, she told me so." Val told her little sister, noticing the same sparkle in her eye that Val herself got when she decided to play matchmaker.
"Yeah, right." Brooke said dazedly, her brain already alight with matchmaking schemes.
Matchmaking 101
Chapter 1/?
The chill of the autumn air bit into Catie Roth's skin, and she shivered slightly, wrapping her arms around herself in an attempt to get warm. She hitched her backpack up a little higher on her back, and continued her walk home from school, her heavy combat boots slapping against the cement. Another gust of wind had her shivering in her boots, and she tightened her hold on her arms, trying to warm herself as best she could.
"This is the last time I try to piss off Mom by not bringing a jacket to school." Catie muttered to herself, a lock of her dark hair falling into her face. She grunted in annoyance and pushed it back, cursing herself for leaving it down today. She normally pulled it back, if for nothing else then to keep it out of her face. If there was one thing that she hated, it was for her hair to be in her face.
Actually, there WAS one good thing about wearing it down. It had surprised the heck out of Jamie. A small smirk pulled at her lips as she remembered the surprise in his expression when he had caught up to her right after second period. But the surprise was quickly replaced by something else in his eyes, something that she liked far more then she really ought to of.
Her mind called up the exact words that he had said, the exact way his lips had moved to form the words. "Hey--wow, I like your hair like that."
Caite stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and winced at her own stupidity. No, she was not turnng into one of those girls who got all gooey and mushy whenever some cute guy paid them a compliment.
'How can you--no cute guy ever pays you a compliment, remember?' A little voice in the back of her head asked. 'There all so busy drooling over Val...'
Catie cut that thought off before it got a chance to get going. That wasn't true and she knew it. And besides, it wasn't VAL'S fault that she was beautiful and popular and good at everything. Okay, so maybe some of that WAS Val's fault, but hey, she was just a born overachiever.
The dark haired girl sighed, and started walking again, a little slower this time, the cold air not penetrating through the haze of thought around her brain. She was good at stuff. People liked her. Okay, so she wasn't as good at as much stuff as Val, and not as many people liked her as Val...
Catie cut her thoughts off again, sighing in annoyance at herself. God, why was she always such a drama queen? Just another time that Val was right, the little voice in the back of her head pointed out. Catie was beginng to hate that little voice.
The roar of a motorcycle engine caught her attention, pulling her away from her thoughts, and making her look up. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she found herself lost in a pair of deep brown eyes, finged with lashes so long that it looked like the owner was wearing mascarea. A wide, easy smile shone at her, perfectly white, straight teeth shone off by that disarming grin.
Catie rolled her eyes upward, but she couldn't stop the smile that crept to her face. "Are you stalking me?"
"Of course." Jamie Waite teased back, balancing on both his feet and shutting the engine of his bike down. "That was me outside your bedroom last night."
"Oh, yeah. I was wondering who that was." She snorted, crossing her arms over her chest again and shivering slightly. Jamie noticed the movement, and lifted an eyebrow.
"You alright?"
"Does it look like I'm alright? I'm freezing." Catie snapped, rolling her eyes. Jamie blinked, then smirked.
"Sorry." Jamie chuckled, and shrugged off his leather jacket and handed it to the shaking girl. "Here."
"No, I'm fine..." Catie was cut off when another strong wind blew, and her teeth started chattering. Jamie rolled his eyes, and threw the jacket at her. Left with no other choice, Catie caught it, and slipped it on over her shoulders, after shrugging her bag off her back. She sighed softly in relief, her arms no longer numb from the chilly air. "Thanks." Catie mumbled.
"No problem. I wasn't really cold anyway. I just didn't have anywhere to carry it." Jamie explained to her.
"Yeah, right." Catie smirked.
"You don't believe me?" Jamie asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Don't worry, I think your cute when you're being macho." Catie told him, dropping her voice to a stage confidential whisper. He nodded sagely.
"Ahh, I see. You think I'm being macho."
"Oh yeah."
"Well, if you think that about me offering you my jacket, what are you going to think about me offering you a ride home?" Jamie wanted to know.
"I would think you were an angel sent from God." Catie swore.
"Well, I suppose ONE more good samartain point couldn't hurt TOO much..." Jamie trailed off, and smiled. "Climb on."
"On that?"
"What else?"
"Oh, no. I don't think so..." Catie trailed off, but her teeth began to chatter again, much to her annoyance. Jamie noticed, and rolled his eyes.
"Catie, just get on the bike. You're not going to fall or anything, I promise." Jamie promised her, crossing his heart.
"That was so lame. I haven't done that since I was in, like, third grade." Catie told him, a smirk pulling at her lips.
"Hey, I have a six year old sister at home that thinks it's the coolest." Jamie defended himself, laughing.
"Hmmm. That should tell you something." Catie told him. Then she turned her attention back to the bike, and sighed softly. "Okay, how do I do this?"
"Just swing your leg over the back and hold onto my waist." Jamie instructed, scooting forward a little on the seat to make room for her.
Catie did so, and managed not to fall in the process, much to her surprise. However, the way she was require to sit hiked her skirt up past her knees, and the cold air was currently turning them blue in the few seconds they had been revealed to the elements.
"Not bad." Jamie teased, wrapping a long fingered hand around one of her calf muscles. Catie slapped his shoulder lightly, and he moved his hand. "Just kidding." He started the engine, and the biked roared to life.
Catie wrapped her arms around his waist and held on for dear life, quickly surpressing a shriek. In all the years she and Jamie had been friends, she hand managed to forgo the "pleasure" of riding on his bike before now. In fact, she hadn't been about to die of cold, she would have forgone it THIS time.
"Um, Caite?" Jamie called back to her, his voice slightly strained.
"What?" Catie asked, her voice muffled because she had her face buried in his jacket.
"I can't breathe."
"Sorry." Catie muttered, loosening her hold on her friend, but only slightly. After a few more minutes, she finally got up enough nerve to peak over Jamie's shoulder. "Oh, wow..." She whispered, her lips close enough to his ear for him to hear her.
"Great, isn't it?" Jamie called back to her.
"Yeah." Catie agreed, holding on a little more tightly. The warmth of Jamie's back pressead against her front warmed her to her toes, and smiled, setting her chin on his shouder so she could watch the scenery flow past.
****
"Man, it is COLD!" Brooke Linar complained to her sister Val. The twelve-year-old shivered and blew on her clasped hands, trying to get them to warm up. "All this cold isn't good for my fingers!"
Val laughed, and stuck her own hands deeper into her pockets. "That's why you should have brought gloves silly."
"Oh, now you tell me." Brooke laughed as well, slowing to a stop on the edge of the sidewalk that the two girls were following on their way home from school. The sign above her head flashed don't walk in bright red letters, and a had a picture of a little red man walking in a cross through it.
"Yeah, well..." Val shrugged her shoulders. "What can you do?"
Brooke shook her head, and turned her attention to the cars that were whizzing by on their way to this or that place. Her eyes landed on a motorcycle carrying a young couple that pulled up to the intersection, just as the light turned red, and the sign flashed "walk".
The Linar sisters stepped out onto the crosswalk and crossed as quickly as possible, each wanting to get home for assorted reasons. However, Brooke's attention was, inexplicably, pulled back to the young couple on the bike. For some reason, they just looked so...familar.
It was the girl's black hair and pale skin, not to mention odd clothing, that clued her in. Brooke blinked, and grabbed Val's hand.
"Oh my gosh, Val look! That's Catie and Jamie!" Brooke told her, pointing to the cycle. Val turned around to look, but the light turned green before she got a chance to see them clearly.
"What? Catie and Jamie? Where?" Val asked, confused.
"They just left. They were on Jamie's bike...and they looked sorta cozy, if you know what I mean." Brooke grinned, her eyes glowing.
"Brooke. Catie and Jamie are just FRIENDS. I know, she told me so." Val told her little sister, noticing the same sparkle in her eye that Val herself got when she decided to play matchmaker.
"Yeah, right." Brooke said dazedly, her brain already alight with matchmaking schemes.