Okay, so here is a new story. I know, I know, I should be writing FLSG right now. BUT, I have almost half of the next chapter done for it, and I know exactly what I'm going to write. But I was bored last night and had an idea, and wrote it down in a notebook (I never write down my stories. My wrist was killing me.) So, it's done, all I have to do is copy it. And, since FLSG only has another chapter or two, writing this story won't totally weigh me down.
Summary: Amy Fleming and Ty Baldwin met when they were only five years old in kindergarten. First impressions proved to be not so good, but somehow, throughout the years, they have grown into the best of friends. The kind of friends who can fight one second and the next be totally fine with each other. The ones who know when the other is having some problems. Now, everyone knows that Amy and Ty have been friends for over 12 years (they will be in their Junior year, both 16 :the story starts in December: and Ty turns 17 in January, Amy in February), and no one sees them as anything but.
Then the new kid comes to town. Amy hasn't had a boyfriend in years due to her dedication to the farm, but she really starts to like this kid. But, he tells his friends, she is too available. He doesn't go for girls who are too easy to get. It means they'll leave sooner. That is his philosophy. So Amy comes up with a scheme including best friend Ty that will turn their little town upside down. But, not everything turns out the way she plans...
Because, sometimes, love just comes softly.
Note: Marion Fleming is still alive.
Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters and settings are Lauren Brookes. The next quote comes from the movie Love's Enduring Promise. The plot has been slightly inspired by certain movies and books. But, most of it is mine. Please do not copy.
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"Love isn't always fireworks. Sometimes, love just comes softly."
September 3, 1995
Amy Fleming stood with her hand clasped tightly in her mothers. Her tiny fingers were in a vice like grip, and she wiggled them, willing them not to fall off. She looked around the room at all the parents and their children, hugging and waving goodbye. She glanced at the board, and knew she couldn't read the name, but she had already memorized it. Mrs. Donavan.
"I'm not ready, I'm not. I think we should just go home." Tiny fingers wiggled and Amy looked at her mother.
"I'm fine, mommy. I'll be okay." Marion Fleming looked down at her daughter, her eyes slightly moist.
"Well I know you'll be fine. Did anyone say anything about you?" She lightly jostled Amy's head.
At that moment a slightly plump middle aged women approached them. She smiled and offered a hand.
"I'm Mrs. Donavan. I'll be Amy's kindergarten teacher this year." A few polite words were transferred before she knelt down next to Amy.
"It's nice to meet you, Amy. Are you ready to start school?" The little girls head bobbed vigorously and her mothers eyes grew moister.
"Well, come on then. Say goodbye to your mommy and we'll go get started." Amy looked at her mom and crooked a finger at her. Marion crouched down to her level, taking her other hand in hers, also.
"Are you okay, honey? You can tell mommy." Marion seemed eager for her daughter to tell her she wasn't ready, and Amy could sense that. For a five year old, she sure was smart.
"Mommy, I'm okay." She cast a skeptical eye at her mother,. "Will you be okay?"
Marion rolled her eyes. It was about time to get this smart-aleck into school. The better for both of them.
"Alright, if you're sure." Marion smoothed Amy's shirt and made sure her shoes were tied. She cleared her throat and looked at Amy.
"I love you." Marion stood, holding her hand.
"I love you, too." Amy pried her tiny fingers from her mothers and walked towards Mrs. Donavan.
"I'm ready." Mrs. Donavan then lead her towards an empty seat next to a little brown haired boy. Marion watched her for a moment before slipping out the door.
Amy sat next to the boy, her cheeks reddening as he looked over at her. She smiled quickly, relieved when he smiled a large toothy grin at her.
"I'm Ty." He said, handing her a green crayon.
"I'm Amy." She took the crayon and smiled at him again. Mrs. Donavan, at the front of the room, was explaining a game they were going to play to learn about each other. Ty looked away to listen.
After playing three games and having thirty minutes to eat their lunches, the kids were given crayons and paper for art time. They had to draw their houses. Amy drew a large white house, a big barn, and a stick figure horse head sticking out of it. When she was done she looked over at Ty's. He had drawn a blue house with a stick figure person in front of it. He stopped what he was doing and looked at her.
"What are you looking at?" Amy, startled, blushed.
"Nothing, I was just..." Before she could finish he had reached over and drawn a large black line across her picture. She gasped and looked at him.
"What'd you do that for?" She had tears in her eyes.
"I don't like people lookin' at me." Ty shrugged in that way only five year olds can master.
"I hate you!" Amy shrieked. "You're a..."
Present Day: December, 16, 2006
"...jerk!" Amy squealed, pointing her finger at Ty. "You can find your own was to school." She trekked through the snow towards her used Jeep Wrangler. She yanked open the door and was about to climb in when something hit her back. As an icy chill swept down her spine, Amy screamed.
"You," she yelled, slamming her door. "are so dead." She picked up a ball of snow and began packing it together between her gloved hands.
"You told my mom about my F in chemistry, and then you throw a snowball at me?" She packed the snow tighter. "Is that how you get back into a girls good graces?"
Ty, who had been silent, merrily shrugged. That smug little shrug he'd used even in kindergarten for gods sake. He was leaning against the doorway to the barn, arms crossed and an amused look on his face.
"You shouldn't have gotten an F." That was all he said. Amy's eyes flashed with anger as Ty swiped his hair away from his face.
"Oh, you're one to talk, sparky. It's your fault I got the damn F." She glared at him, snowball in hand. "You're the one who begged me to take on Cheerio when you knew I was busy with the other horses." She seethed at him before taking on a deep voice. "'Oh, Amy, please say yes. I'll do everything. Just convince your mom and Lou." She mocked.
"I didn't..." Ty began but Amy cut him off.
"Then, when I agree, I get stuck with him. I was up for three weeks straight trying to figure out his problem. With no help from you, I might add." The snowball was lifted slightly.
Ty stared at her, waiting.
"I'm done." She said, rolling her eyes.
"Okay." He pushed himself off the door and walked towards her. He leaned in and whispered. "I don't beg."
Amy, confused at first, stayed still as he brushed past her. Then, when his meaning hit her, she spun around and whipped the snowball at him, hitting him square in the head.
He stopped walking, stiffened, then turned.
"That wasn't smart." He lectured, and Amy smiled.
She backed away playfully, shaking her hands at him. "Oh, what? Are you going to tattle to my mommy?" She paused, dropping her hands. "Oh, wait, you already did that. My bad." She went to make a beeline past him when he grabbed her arm and swung her into a snowbank. On the way down she clung to him, bringing him down with her.
She screamed as Ty smashed snow in her face. She retaliated with snow down his shirt. Their snow fight echoed off the yard until finally Amy had had enough.
"Okay! Stop, stop." She lay back in the snow, drenched and out of breath.
"You give up?" Ty turned his head to look at her in the snow beside him.
"Yeah, yeah. Gloat all you want." She turned her head to meet his eyes.
"Okay, so that makes the score, what?" He turned away, mentally calculating. "Seven to four?" Amy stuck her tongue out at him. Every winter they kept track of who won how many snow fights. It had been a tradition since the second grade when Ty had sworn up and down that no 'girl' could beat him. She'd sure showed him. Over the years they had both won multiple times...this year was just a good year for him.
They lay silent for a moment before Amy stood.
"I've got to change." She ran inside, past her mom, grandpa, and Lou drinking coffee, slipped on new jeans and a different coat, and went into the kitchen.
"Snow fight?" Marion asked casually, sipping her coffee and reading the paper.
"Yup." Amy grabbed a muffin off the plate in the middle of the table and bit into it. Jack, her grandpa, glanced up from the part of the paper he had.
"Ty win?" Amy chewed and swallowed.
"Yup." He only nodded and went back to reading. Lou, who was cooking scrambled eggs, flipped them in the pan.
"What's that now? Seven to five?" She poked the eggs before rolling them onto a waiting plate.
"Four." Lou nodded and concentrated on buttering her toast.
"You better get going, hon. You'll be late." Amy took another muffin and kissed Jack on the cheek.
"Bye, guys." On her way out the door she heard her mother mutter 'We'll talk about that F later.' As she walked outside she saw Ty leaning against her passenger door.
"I still hate you." She sang, going around the car and climbing in. She barely looked up as Ty slipped into the passenger side.
"Take me to my place to change?" Ty asked, messing with the radio.
"No, I hate you." She said, smacking his hand away from the stereo.
"And?" Ty asked, holding her gaze. Amy sighed and put the car in reverse.
"Fine." She pulled out of the driveway and into the street, putting the car in drive. "But I still hate you."
"Have since kindergarten." Ty muttered, switching the station again.
"With good reason." Amy turned the station back. She listened to the music for a while before saying: "When do you get your own damn car, anyway?"
Ty just laughed.
Okay, so this was a chapter to show how they became friends, and to show their relationship. I get both Amy and Ty aren't like they are in the books, maybe a little OOC, but that's just my way. That's how they'll be for the rest of the story. So this was kind of an introductory chapter. The next chapter will get more into the plot. Hope you enjoyed. I want reviews, please...to help me finish FLSG and post another chapter to this(winkwink)