A/N: Okay, look. I don't care if anyone likes this story, or the idea or whatever. I made this story for Bob lovers. No flames. And this is the character in my other story, The Girl Who Cried Wolf, except instead of liking Two-Bit, she likes Bob. And everything that happens on here (Except for the first flashback and obviously some random shit about being at school and other fillers. So there is gonna be some shit that didn't actually happen, but I promise if it has something to do with guns, it happened. But in the later chapters it's gonna be based roleplay.) is based on what happens on my Candie Winston facebook roleplay account. So if I roleplay with you on facebook and you want something to happen in this story just make it happen in roleplay. And Sydney, if you're reading this, I'm telling you right now I'm NOT putting the big gun fight in this fic, 'cause I still have the occasional nightmare about that!

It was the first day of school and I was in grade one. It was recess and I had no friends, so I was following my brother and his friends around. Key word being was.

"Go away Candie!" My brother yelled at me.

"She can stay here, she isn't bothering any of us," The cuter one said. I didn't know any of my brother's friends names. This friend had a honey weat hair collour and he looked to be around my age, so he would be about two years years younger than him.

"Yeah well she's bothering me," He snapped. "Get lost,"

His friend shot me an apologetic glance and I walked away looking at the ground. I sat on the top of the climber, right by the slide. I was still looking down, but by now there were a few tears rolling down my cheeks. I hugged my knees and I didn't pay attention to any of my surroundings until I heard someone say something to me.

"What's wrong girl?" I looked up and I saw that the voice came from a boy that was in my class. He was a year older than me and he looked exactly like the guys my brother said to avoid. He was well dressed and he had a gold ring on his middle finger on his right hand.

I debated on if I should tell him to go away, or if I should answer his question. He seemed nice enough, so I decided to answe his question. "My brother is being a poo-poo head," I sulked.

He shot a glance at his friend who was standing beside him. "What's your name?" The boy asked.

"Candie Winston," I answered. "What's yours?"

"Mines Bob, and beside me is Randy," He greeted. Randy nodded in acknowledgement. "So your brother is Dallas Winston?"

I nodded. "Yeah,"

Bob and Randy whispered to eachother for a minute or two before Randy ran off leaving me confused. "So Candie, are you new at this school?" I nodded. "How do you like it so far?"

I shrugged. "It's okay," I said. "I liked my old school more, though. Everyone there was really nice,"

"Everyone at this school is nice too, just they are only nice to some people. Everyone has a group of friends," Bob paused and thought for a moment. "A gang, lets say. Everyone has a group of people they hang around, and they're not always nice to people who aren't in their gang," Bob explained.

"That makes sense I guess. If you're use to only being around certain people, they'll turn out to be the only people you trust," I thought out loud.

"Exactly!" Bob agreed.

Randy came back and he and Bob started whispering again. 'What's with the whispering?' I thought to myself. I tried to listen to what they were saying, but all I could hear was "She's a Winston... She's nice... Why not?... Really?..." I decided to stop listening because what I was hearing was only making me confused.

"Wanna be our friend, Candie?" Randy spoke up.

I didn't know what to say. My brother told me to never trust these people, but they seemed pretty nice. I didn't want my brother to get mad at me, though. But then again, who is my brother to tell me who to be friends with and who to not be friends with. He wasn't letting me hang around him and his friends, so he must not care that much.

"Sure!" I answered happily. They both grinned at me and we walked around for the rest of our recess.

The rest of the day went by really fast. I made a lot of friends. Bob and Randy had intoduced me to everyone they talk to or hang around, so pretty much everyone in grade two or grade one that my brother would say not to hang around. I even met some people in grade three that are my friends!

When I saw Dally after school he had a bruse on the left side of his face. He also had on forming on his shoulder and he had a busted lip. "What happened Dally?" I gasped.

Dally rolled his eyes. "Shut it," He snapped.

I wanted to ask him what's wrong, but I decided not to say anything. Dally was mad, and you better stay clear of him when he's mad. If you don't, then you're in a lot of trouble.

The rest of the walk home was silent. I didn't have anything to tell Dally. Well, I did, but I couldn't tell him. I wasn't aloud to be friends with Bob and Randy, or anyone else that's now my friend. It was something that would make Dally mad, and I didn't like it when Dally was mad. Especially when he's mad at me.

When we got the our house Dally stopped before he went in. "Candie, did you make a friend that's in grade five named Paul? And he looks like the people I told you stay away from?"

I shook my head. "I haven't. I've never met anyone named Paul in my life. And anyway, I only made friends that were in grade three or lower," I told Dally.

He stormed upstairs and slammed his bedroom door shut.

That was exactly ten years ago. Today was the first day of grade eleven. I didn't want to go to school. I was probably gonna ditch after first period. Why not? Life short. If you don't stop and look around everyonce in a while, you're going to miss it.

When I got to class I sat down at an empty desk. A boy I see around a lot sat beside me. He was my brother's friend, they were in the same grade. Ponykid, I think his name was. I don't know, it was Pony-something. But why bother trying to remember his name all class when I could sleep? And that's exactly what I did. I put my head down on my desk and fell asleep just as the teacher started talking.

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"Hey greaser," I heard a voice. I was too tired to open my eyes so I pretended to still be asleep. "Class is over ya' lazy bum!" The voice told me. When I still didn't do anything they kicked my shin as hard as they could. I winced a bit but opened my eyes. I looked over to see who's voice it was and it turned out to belong to Bob.

I moaned and put my head back down on the desk. "Fuck off ya' stupid soc. I'm tired!"

I could practically hear Bob roll his eyes. "I didn't know you like social science so much greaser," Bob smirked.

"I'm up!" I said tiredly as I stood up. I stood up a bit too fast though, so I tripped on my feet and almost fell. Luckily Bob caught me.

"Watch it greaser," Bob whispered to me. "We're not supposed to be friends, remember?"

I looked over at Bob's friends. They were all glancing around nervously except for Randy. Randy was glaring at me and Bob and then asked: "'Ey Bob, why'd you catch the stupid greaser? Why didn't ya' let her fall?" His voice was filled with hatred anger and confusion. And if you really payed attention, he sounded worried.

"Well I was gonna push her more, but I can't do that anymore since she just heard my plan," Bob explained annoyed.

Talk about causing a scene. I looked around the room and fortunetly the teacher had left, but all the greasers were looking at us. Some of them were reaching for their blade and one of them that I knew by the name of Curly Shepard had already had his blade out.

I looked over at Randy who was glaring at Bob nervously. I followed his gaze and I realized Bob still hadn't let go of me since I stood up. He didn't seem to notice though. He was too busy glaring at Curly.

"Hey soc, would you mind taking your slimy hands off me?" I asked annoyed.

All the greasers chuckled a bit and the socs were doing as much as they could not to laugh. I was confused why it was so funny, but I realized it wasn't what I said that was funny. I looked over at Bob and his face was beat red. I grinned but realized he hadn't moved his hands. "You know, like, now?"

Bob blushed even more but took his hands off me and crossed his arms. I grinned and walked away but Randy threw a piece of paper at me. I rolled my eyes and picked it up. "No littering Randy. Tssk tssk," I put the paper in my pocket and walked out of class.

When I got to my locker I took the piece of paper out of my pocket and opened it up. This was usually Bob and Randy's way of giving me notes without it being suspicious.

The note said: Candie, me and Randy are skipping class. Meet us at the big oak tree.

-Bob

I grinned. It's a good thing they wanted to skip, because I sure didn't want to skip school alone. Too boring.

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