This story has been several months in the making. I've been super excited to write this story ever since I first made Claire and I appreciate any and everyone who decides to give this a read. Thank you. :)
I know the first couple of chapters wont be that much exciting but I promise the plot gets a lot better in later chapters so just hang in there guys!
And with that, let us begin.
Gravity Falls belongs to Ale Hirsch
Claire belongs to me.
Enjoy!
It was a sunny, warm spring day in New Jersey. The local highschool students had just returned from their spring break the week prior and the students were falling back into the swing of their school routines.
One of these students was a male by the name of Stanford Pines. It was no secret that Stanford was good at many things: He was a genius at everything he did. Science, math, art, and in this case, multi-tasking.
Stanford walked down the crowded halls. His eyes glued to his newest book of anomalies that he had just gotten the day before. His chocolate brown eyes never left the pages as he weaved his way down the hall, past the students and headed towards his locker. He had walked down this same path many times and he had it memorized. So much so that he didn't need to look where he was going.
Or so he thought.
Ford rounded the corner and took a right turn. He suddenly found the pages of the book coming closer and closer until they collided with his face, knocking his glasses off in the process. He heard someone let out a startled gasp of "Oh!" and felt a body smack into his. He felt his balance get knocked off and Ford winced as he fell down. His bottom slamming onto the linoleum tile beneath.
Okay, perhaps he wasn't so good at multi-tasking.
"I-I'm so sorry!" he sputtered. His vision was blurry. Everything looking like big blobs of color. Where were those darn glasses?! "I'm sorry! I-I wasn't watching where I was going."
"I-It's okay." a voice replied. A female voice. A voice he did not recognize. A new student perhaps? Ford looked up, trying to local where the voice was coming from. A red, purple and blue blob. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Ford assured her, his hand reaching around blindly for his glasses. No luck. "I uh...I-I hate to be a bother but did you see where my glasses went?"
The voice was quiet for a second. Then two. "Oh! Here they are!"
"Thank you. I-" Ford held out his hand to take his glasses but felt his body tensing up with surprise as he felt them being slid onto his face. The teen blinked as his vision returned to normal and he finally got to see the source of the voice.
Like he had assumed, it was a girl. She looked about sixteen. She was dressed in a simple but cute purple dress with light blue fringe around the bottom and a white belt around the waist. A mass of wild curly red hair fell down her back and a sprinkling of freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks. Forest green eyes sparkled a bit as she smiled at him. "That better?"
"Uh...Y-yes, thank you." Ford mumbled, adjusting his glasses. "Again, I'm sorry about bumping into you."
The girl waved him off. "It's okay. Really." she smiled again and held out a hand. "My name's Claire, by the way. Claire Gilmore."
"Stanford Pines." Ford returned the friendly smile and held out his hand. "But everyone calls me Ford."
"Pleasure to meet you, Ford." Claire chirped, grabbing his hand. She blinked. The hand felt...off somehow. She glanced down and much to her surprise, she saw an extra finger.
"Birth defect." He let out a sheepish laugh and gave a nervous smile, silently praying that she wouldn't make fun of him for his extra fingers like the majority of the other students.
"That's...pretty cool actually." Claire smiled.
Ford blinked. Cool? She thought it was...cool? "Really?"
She nodded. "Yeah. It makes you unique."
"Heh." Well that went well. "Thanks...Forgive me, but I don't remember seeing you around here before."
"You shouldn't. I'm new here." Claire explained. "Today's my first day here."
"Where are you from?" Ford asked, picking up his fallen anamoly book and his messenger back which had gotten knocked off in the fall.
"St. Petersburg Florida." Claire explained. "My dad got transferred to New Jersey so we packed up and moved her over spring break."
"I see." Ford nodded. "Well, welcome to New Jersey."
The red head giggled. "Thanks...Um Ford, I hate to bug you but would you mind helping me find my locker? I kinda got turned around somewhere." she smiled nervously, fiddling with her necklace. "Number 238?"
"That's near mine." Ford pointed out. "Follow me."
They started walking off, entering another hallway and turning a left before finally arriving at a row of lockers.
"Here we are." Ford announced, walking over to his locker. Number 235.
Claire immediately spotted her locker, four doors down from Ford's and walked over. "Thanks."
"My pleasure." Ford smiled and began getting books from his own locker. "It's the least I could do after knocking into you."
"Yeah, not exactly wise to read and walk at the same time." Claire half joked as she entered the combination to her locker. "What book were you reading anyway?"
"A book about anomalies." he explained, pulling the book out from his bag and showing it to her. The covered titled 'The Big Book of Anomalies.' "I've always been fascinated by unusual things since I was a kid. Hehe. Mostly because I am an anomaly myself." he held up his hand, wriggling his six fingers and once again, smiling nervously.
What was this thing called social interaction and how does one do it without sounding weird.
Claire giggled. "Well we all got our passions. Your's is anomalies and mine is baking."
"What do you usually bake?" Ford asked curiously.
"Lots of things." Claire responded. "Cookies, cakes, pies. Everything sweet. I even make up some recipes myself."
"You'll have to let me sample some, then." Ford chuckled, but the chuckle was replaced by a strangled gasp as an arm was suddenly wrapped around his throat and he found himself in a headlock.
"What up nerd?" a teen boy baring a striking resemblance to Ford smirked. He made and fist and began to rub it against the top of Ford's head.
Ford scowled and squirmed fighting to escape the headlock and noogie. "Let me go you knucklehead!"
"Knucklehead" laughed and released the teen from his noogie-fied prison. "Aw I'm just messing with ya, Sixer." Ford huffed in response.
"Friend of yours?" Claire asked a bit shyly, drawing the boy's attention to her.
"Twin brother, actually." Ford corrected, fixing his hair which had gotten messed up in the noogie. "Claire, this Stanley, Stanley this is Claire. She's new here."
"Nice to meet'cha." Stanley greeted waving.
"Nice to meet you too. I've never met twins before." Claire grinned. "What's it like?"
Stanley shrugged. "Pretty cool. Not that much different from just having a sibling in general I don't think."
"I wouldn't know. I'm an only child." Claire admitted. "But at any rate, you two seem close."
"We are." both the Stan's said in unison, causing Claire to giggle.
"We should probably get to class." Ford interrupted, glancing at the clock on the wall.
Stanley let out a loud annoyed groan. "Do we have too? I really don't feel like being picked on by Mrs. Smith today."
"Perhaps If you paid attention in class instead of snacking on toffee peanuts she wouldn't "pick on you." so much." Ford quipped.
"First of all, she's out to get me. And second, I was hungry!" Stanley defended.
Ford resisted the urge to roll his eyes and looked back over at Claire. "Do you need help finding your class?"
"Uh..." Claire quickly fished into the pocket of her dress and pulled out a folded up piece of paper, her schedual. "Uh, it's math."
"Sounds like youre coming with us then." Stanley replied. "That's our first class too, unfortunately."
Claire smiled, glad that she would have at least one class with someone that she knew. "Okay. Let's get going then."
With a slam of the locker, the new trio headed off down the hall towards Mrs. Smith's Math Class.
Little did they know though, that this, was only the beginning.
Thank you for reading and see you next chapter. Have a wonderful Day/Afternoon/Night wherever you are. Bye~!
