Wow, I actually got good feedback on my previous fanfic! I wasn't expecting that. This is just a bunch of J.T./Liberty drabbles. From both J.T. and Liberty's POV. Totally pointless, but read it anyways. I chose the song "Just the Girl" because I think the chorus is totally fitting for his whole "situation", if you will. It's cliche, I know, but I'll try to find something better next time. I think this is kind of sucky, like some poorly written episode of Hannah Montana or something. I'm really only posting it so I'll know how I can improve. Constructive criticism is very much appreciated.

Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi or any of it's characters. The title, "First Time" is owned by Lifehouse. The song "Just The Girl" is owned by the Click Five.

Liberty POV

Wow, just looking at him gives me butterflies. I mean, he's so cute. Especially since he grew out his hair in grade nine. He and Manny broke up, and soon he'll be all mine! Who am I kidding, he avoids me like I'm some sort of plague!

Oh my God...I think Danny just saw me. Damn! This was not according to plan. What am I supposed to say, "Yeah, I just followed you and Danny to the skate park because I'm so obsessed with you--but no big deal right?"?

This time J.T. difinitely saw me. Dear God, he's coming my way. Should I make a run for it? No, I'll face this like a...woman.

"Liberty, don't I get enough of you at home? What are you doing here?" Danny asks, J.T. a few steps behind him.

"Oh..well...you know...skateboarding has always been a hobby of mine," I am SUCH an idiot. What did I just get myself into?

"Liberty, you skate? Wait, then, where's your board?" J.T. seems to be a mixture of impressed and confused.

"I forgot it at home, which is where I was going. So...um...bye!," I turn around to walk home.

"Wait, why don't you show us what I good skateboarder you are? Here, use my board," Danny says, obviously enjoying this.

"I'd love to show you, but...I have to go home...to...feed the dog!" I say. WHAT DID I JUST SAY?

"You have a dog?" J.T. is absolutely bewildered now.

"No, we don't. Liberty, were you here to spy on you're one and only true love J.T. Yorke?" Danny asks.

"Ummm...no. Okay fine, if you must know, I was here to find someone else. He's over there," I point at Andrew Richards who was skating on a nearby half-pipe.

"You like...Andrew? Really? Oh," J.T. looks dissapointed. Wait! He looks dissapointed? As in, he wants me to like him? Wow.

I grin, "Yeah, isn't he cute? But don't tell him I told you," I say, a satified smile on my face.

"Yeah, alright, whatever." J.T. turns around, sulking a bit.

I, on the other hand, practically skip all the way home.

J.T.'s POV

She has this sort of, understated beauty. She's not like Manny Santos. When you look at Manny, you think, "Hey, that's girl's hot." It took more than one small glance for me to notice how beautiful she was, but when I finally did, I thought, "Wow...wow...she's so beautiful." She used to have a crush on me, before she laid eyes on Andrew. (a/n: Time to break into song!)

Cause she's bittersweet,
she knocks me off of my feet.
And I can't help myself,
I don't want anyone else.
She's a mystery.
She's too much for me.
But I keep comin' back for more.
She's just the girl I'm lookin' for.

WHY AM I HAVING A STRANGE MONTAGE ABOUT LIBERTY IN MY HEAD TO THE TUNE OF THAT SONG BY THE CLICK FIVE? Let me just pretend that never happened.

I can't believe she likes Andrew Richards. My Libby Tibby likes Andrew Richards? Well, maybe she's not my Libby Tibby--I mean Liberty, but she's had this somewhat creepy crush on me for four years. And now she likes Andrew Richards? She doesn't even know him! I'm such an idiot, why couldn't I see how amazing, gorgeous, brilliant, and perfect she was before? That's right, I was too bust drooling over Manny...who was too busy drooling over Craig, who was too busy drooling over Ashley. And now my Libby Tibby is too busy drooling over Andrew Richards! I always knew that guy was trouble. Look at him, skating around like he's Tony Hawk (a/n: I know Tony Hawks's old and no one cares about him anymore, but I don't follow skateboarding, and he's the only skateboarder I can think of). I ball my hands up into fists, God how much I'd love to slaughter him right now.

"Dude, you look like Heather Sinclaire after Derek and I stole her tampons and stuck 'em up our nose. What's up?" Danny asks.

"What are you talking about, man? I'm fine." I say.

"Whatever," he says, unconvinced.

"Hey, I'm gonna head home. Kwan gave me this killer book report," I say.

"Sure, see ya later," He replies as I start to head home.

Halfway through my journey, I see her. She's so pretty. She's skipping like a five-year-old. I smile, until I realize that it's probably because she saw Andrew. My smile fades.

So this is my fanfiction, full of juvenile humor and a stupid teenage crush. I'm not trying for a story with vivid details, because this story is supposed to take you into the minds of two lovesick teenagers. Most teenagers I know don't describe things in vivid detail in their minds. So please tell me if their is anything I can do to improve. School starts soon, hopefully that will help my writing, as well. I'll write more pointless drabbles, soon.

Mina