Hey everyone! This is my first fanfic, and I'm not too sure how good I am at it. So I'm basically winging it. Please, please review this. I like constructive criticism! By the way, Happy Thanksgiving to you all!

The story is set for 1987. Chris is 16 and a sophomore and this story is about him and a girl and I'm planning to switch off their point of views by paragraphs, or maybe chapters. I'm not sure if I'm going to have them be together or if the three of them should just be best friends. Let me know in the reviews! We'll just see how it goes. Enjoy!

*Bell rings*

Finally the school day was over and the weekend was here. Chris dreaded waking up at 5 a.m. and go through all the trouble of taking three buses and walking almost a mile just to get to school. Especially when he didn't want to be there. Going home wasn't exactly a pleasure either with chores, work, crime, and his family who didn't give him any privacy whatsoever. Chris stopped at his locker to gather what he need to bring home, when Greg showed up at his side to get to his own locker.

"Hey Chris, are you going to the party?" Greg casually asked. It almost seemed like he was trying to act cool again. Chris was confused.

"What party?" Greg looked totally shocked.

"Dude! You didn't hear about it? Wayne's parents are out of town and he has the whole house to himself! So he's throwing what everyone is saying will be the best party of the year!"Greg exclaimed so practically the whole hallway could hear it.

"And you're invited?" Chris asked the question, but already knew the answer definitely wouldn't be yes.

"Well, Wayne didn't personally ask me but I hear anyone can just show up. You wanna go?"

"Sure, Drew is already working today's shift at Doc's. All I have to do be able to get out of the house without my mom knowing where I'm going- or getting suspicious."

"Same here, but I doubt my dad will even notice. He'll probably just get wasted and distract himself." Greg said things like this often about his father. He never really got over his parents' divorce.

"…Okay, well good luck, Greg. How about we meet at Ceci's Diner at 7? That's close enough to his house, and that way we can get to the party together."

"Sounds good, man. Maybe we could even meet up with some girls." Chris suggested with a smile that was supposed to make him look cool, but wound up making him look like even more of a nerd.

"Greg, you know I would love to do just that, but there's a few problems with that. One: we don't know any girls who are free to go with us. Two: we don't know any girls who would want to go with us. Three: we don't know any girls who know we're alive. And four: whenever you're around a girl you just stand there with a creepy smile on your face." Chris stated matter-of-factly.

"Come on, Chris, don't be such a downer! We don't necessarily have to take girls, but we can talk to some at the party. We have to make them know we exist. What about… Donna? She's cute." Greg tried to brighten Chris's attitude, and convince himself that he wasn't lying when he said they could get girlfriends.

"Yeah, she's alright. But her boyfriend isn't. If he saw us talking to her he would run us over with his car. Repeatedly."

"True, I don't know what I was thinking. What about… Bonnie?" Chris just rolled his eyes. Bonnie was a mess and she just got out of juvy. The news was all over school.

"Greg, Bonnie just got out of juvy. Not Bonnie." Chris reminded Greg, and when he did Greg just stood there thinking of any other girl that came to mind. But the problem was there was no one. Everyone thought they were total nerds since Corleone Junior High. The jocks and bullies and popular kids spreading rumors didn't help either. Caruso made things worse as he got older. You would think high school would knock some sense into him, but it never did.

Chris and Greg closed their lockers and headed down the narrow hallway for the exit. The hallways were packed with students and faculty. Everyone was practically pressed together trying to reach the exit. This was nothing new, the hallways were always packed after school. Chris and Greg started talking about how to get Chris out of his house without his mom becoming suspicious. Meanwhile, there was a girl walking by herself in the opposite direction. She was headed for the school library and her arms were full of various books. She was pushing against the mob going against her, obviously in need of a hand. Chris and Greg were carrying on with their conversation when the girl neither of them recognized bumped into Chris, making all the books they were each holding fling to the cold tile floor.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I should have watched where I was going." The girl looked frazzled and genuinely apologetic. Or maybe that was fear? The hallways got clear enough that she could bend on her knees to pick up the books that fell.

"No, it's fine. Don't worry about it…" Chris casually said, trying to make her feel better. He didn't get why she'd be so scared or worried. Then he remembered. He was black. He got down to help with the rest of the books and they sorted the books out to make sure not to mix them up. Meanwhile, Greg just stood there. Probably checking her out. "I don't recognize you. Are you new at Tattaglia?"

"Uh, yeah. I just moved from Cleveland. I've been in town for a week. But my first day of classes is on Monday." The mysterious girl explained. She was almost rambling.

"Oh, well I'm Chris and that's Greg. Nice to meet you."Chris said this just to be polite, but as he was talking to her she noticed she was kind of beautiful. She was white, for one thing. Next thing he noticed was that she had dark brown hair, like the color of dark chocolate. She had the nicest pair of light green eyes Chris had ever seen and she smelled like vanilla.

"Hi, guys, I'm Marley." She smiled and showed her teeth. She had purple braces on and she started to warm up to the two so-called dorks she was hanging out with in the middle of the hallway.

"Marley, there's a party tonight if you wanna go. We could go up there together." Greg spoke for the first time to her. Chris shot him a look and Greg regretted his words. He should know that Chris was working up a plan in time.

"Uhm, no thanks. I don't think that's how I should get to know everyone. And I really don't know you guys." Marley went back to being shy and closed off.

"It's okay, you don't have to. Greg is just trying to be nice, but he obviously doesn't know boundaries sometimes." This time, Greg shot Chris the look, Chris didn't regret it. "Well, we should go. I guess I'll see you at school Monday."

"Alright, bye guys." And Marley was back to rushing down the hall.

Of course, Greg said the most predictable thing he could say: "Dude, you are so in there!" And Chris thought for once he might be right.

Alright, everyone, what did you think? Was it too long or too short? I'll try to update but I won't get to it right away because of the Thanksgiving holiday. But please leave reviews! They make me thankful :)