(A/N) I feel honored as a writer to write summer fic for Juvenile.

Yay!

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Chapter 1

Ratchet jumped onto his bead just ready to start summer, But something was eating at him.

He reached into his pockets and pulled out the folded piece of paper.

"555-0893" He said to himself dialing in the number on his phone.

The beep went off and Ratchet was left to wait.

"Hello?" said Kitty's familiar voice.

"Hey, it's Ratchet."

"Hey!" She said sounding excited. "What's up?"

"Nothing... although I'm really excited about starting summer." He laughed

"You and everyone else."

"Yeah."

There was a long, awkward pause, as if they both simply ran out of things to say. But Ratchet quickly put an end to that.

"So... you told me to call you." He said sounding a little stupid.

Kitty giggled a little, "Yeah. I just, um well I was--"

Ratchet quickly cut her off, "You wanna see a movie tomorrow? Just me and you?" He asked, quickly regretting his quick question.

"I'd love to." Kitty sighed getting this off her back, "Wait! Is this a... date?"

"I was hoping" Ratchet said blushing.

"Well, pick me up at seven tomorrow, K?" She asked happily.

"I can't wait." Ratchet smiled.

The two hung up and ratchet almost jumped off his bed in excitement. "This is just what I need to get over Sasha, finally, a good, nice, hot, date..."

Kitty turned off her cell phone and smiled. She sat on her bed for a few minutes watching some reality show where basically every guy was trying to score and a lot of the girls were sleazy sluts.

This made her think...

"What if I don't impress Ratchet enough! What if he's looking for someone more attractive than me! And my-- my personality isn't the best... And I'm not very popular. C'mon Kitty think positive. You're attractive... you've got a nice chest. And I'm new! Yeah that's why I don't have any friends... Oh damnit, I'm gonna screw up. Is it even worth it? What if he really doesn't like me, it's just the rebound thing... and after today he must be a little messed up." She sighed and sat up reaching toward her drawer and opened it. "No, no NO! Kitty don't you dare do that. We're giving it up. But this whole move has been hard and with everything going on... and Ratchet. I want to be the best I can for him. Maybe just ONE more time..." She trailed off in her thoughts and looked deeply at the creamy brown wooden drawer.

She once again opened it up and shuffled through magazines, books, pens, pencils until she finally reached her guilty escape.

She reached her yellow arm down into the drawer and pulled out the razorblade. "Only ONE more time..."

Lori sat next to Jazz watching that same T.V. show Kitty was watching. Jazz would occasionally laugh at the stupidity of the bimbo's trying to impress the guys.

"Sluts..." Lori said under her breath.

"Aw, C'mon... You can't call that not funny!" The green rabbit said.

"Yeah, but I mean look at them! They wear shirts that shouldn't even be considered shirts! Their boobs are basically hanging out; the cloth is only there for 'censorship'. They wear skirts that are shorter than what's under them, If ANYTHING!" She said sort of yelling at the TV. "I mean, I'm a nice person, I get good grades, I'm not a slut, I don't do drugs or cut class or drink but I can't get any guy! Now if I started wearing stuff like them getting drunk and taking the pill I'd be the most popular girl in school!"

"I'm sorry, sis." Jazz said, "But that's just how guys are. Some can see past that stuff and go for a girl as good as you but most just take what's shown and go with it." Jazz explained, "Don't get me wrong, you're not an unattractive person, but think of where you'll be in ten years, and where they'll be! You'll have a nice job and they'll be smoking cigarettes on the corner picking up guys for cash. It'll pay off in the long run."

There was a long silence, both of their opinions were correct but Lori couldn't get over it. She's pretty- Hell most call her beautiful. But she just couldn't find a nice guy. She had one in mind but he was way out of her league... the tall yellow man was all she ever wanted, all year.

She spoke up seeking advice from her older brother. "Jazz...?"

"Yeah, Lori?" He asked eyeing the bunny.

"Have you ever liked someone... someone you REALLY liked but they were out of your league?" She asked.

Jazz scratched his chin thoughtfully... "In all honesty, I think we ALL have. It's just sort of one of those things in life you can't help, although you never know if he really is out of your league unless you ask him. Lori, I wouldn't be surprised if he wasn't."

"Thanks, bro." She smiled.

"Anytime, Lori."

(A/N) Well I hope you liked what you got so far. I hope to make this mini-summer story half as good as the real deal.