Hello fellow Recess fans! Well, just a quick authors note. This is my very first fanfiction ever, so excuse whatever there may be wrong with the story. Either way, I hope you enjoy it, and gandorprimulon!

Oh, yea, and of course the disclaimer. I do not own Recess or its characters. The magical production of Disney does. And now, onto the story! HOORAH!

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It was a warm Friday afternoon in the small town hidden within Arkansas. A nice cool breeze swarmed through the town and its inhabitants. The chirping of birds could be heard in the cool air, but the singing of the birds was disturbed by the distant sound of laughter. Turning the corner around a small store were six teens grouped together, talking amongst themselves. A bit of laughter erupted here and there throughout their conversation.

The group was being led by a boy who looked to be the age of 16, around 5'9 in height, and was the shortest among all the males in the group. He was wearing a white shirt which was being hidden by a green and white varsity jacket with the name Detweiler ironed on in white on the upper back of the jacket, supporting his school spirit and his role as quarter back on the school football team. He also sported baggy jeans, red sneakers, and his infamous red cap, which was of course worn backwards and covering his light brown shaggy hair. He was flashing another of his charming smiles, showing off his small dimples which hid within his faint freckles, laughing along with his group of friends.

A little behind him walked a petite girl, who looked to be 5'5, and has curves in all the right places. She wore a red tank top, and somewhat baggy jeans which looked as if she stole from her older siblings closet. She also wore her own infamous piece of clothing, which was her combat boots. Though she wasn't in the girliest outfit, she took the crown in her high school as being practically the most beautiful girl, earning her none stop jealousy from her long time rivals, especially the leader of the rivals in particular. Not only did she have far better natural beauty, she also had something else the jealous girl wanted. But don't let the beauty fool you, say or do the wrong thing, she can pull combat moves that guarantees that you will cry and that you will fear her for all eternity. She wore a dreamy like smile on her face, her shoulder length raven hair slightly blowing with the cool breeze. She turned her head slightly towards the boy who walked in front of her, who at the same time, turned his head back towards her, and flashed one of his famous charming smiles. They stared at each other for a short amount of time, before they both turned their heads back towards the direction before them, listening intently at the story being told.

Walking closely behind her were two boys, both being blonde, and both being of great height.

"And just when he was going to beat me up, I stood up, and he realized how much I grew, and ran!" the blonde to the left exclaimed, which was followed by laughter from his peers. This blonde had his hair cut in a buzz cut manner, and wore black thin rimmed glasses. He was at least 6'3. He wore an olive green t-shirt which showed off the hard muscles he worked out for, which was tucked into his khaki pants, and brown combat sneakers.

"Oh why must their be such dark lives in this beautiful world!" proclaimed the long messy haired blonde, who raised up his arms towards the sky as if to yell out to God himself. He was slightly taller then the blonde next to him, and had a little bit of weight on him. Those who didn't know him would judge him as a giant who can and would hurt anyone who would come across his path. But those who truly knew him knew that not only wouldn't he hurt a fly, but keep it as a pet, and give it a humanly name. He wore a black shirt that displayed the words Arkansas High Drama Club on the back. He also wore jeans, and black sneakers.

"If it was me, I would've shown him who he was messing with..." said the raven haired beauty, keeping her eyes ahead of her, her lips playing a sly smirk.

"After the Ralph incident, I don't think anyone would dare mess with you Spinelli!" said the last of the males, who was walking closely behind the two large boys.

This boy was dark skinned, was around 6'0, and sported a green basketball jersey with the name LaSalle displayed in white on the upper back, over the large white bold number 1, along with green basketball shorts the had two white striped going down each side of the shorts. He was currently focused on the bright orange basketball which he was currently spinning on his index finger, trying to break his own record on how long he could keep it spinning for.

"On the contrary, the Ralph incident may actually encourage other males to try and provoke her into fighting them, so they may try to earn the dignity and respect among his fellow peers after defeating the toughest person in the school, this person of course being our very own Spinelli." said the last person, and second female, of the group of teenagers.

She was at least 5'7, and though she did not have the womanly curves her other female friend did, she still had her own cute appearance with her auburn hair tied up in a low pony tail which rested on her left shoulder, the ends of her hair dangling over. She had a short sleeved light blue buttoned blouse, along with a light gray pencil skirt reaching just above her knees. She had clear contacts which brightened the blue hues of her eyes, plump pink lips, and faded freckles.

"Eh, she can take anyone, right Spinelli?" Said the leader of the group, turning his head back towards the petite girl, flashing another one of his charming smiles.

"Of course" She replied smoothly, showing off her own smirk.

The 6 friends stepped into a corner convenient store and malt shop with the name Kelso's painted in red over the large clear window and single clear door. The 6 walked into the little store, and sat in a large circular booth. Just after settling in, an old happy looking man who looked to be about in his early 60's, with thin rimmed glasses and a red sweater vest over a light brown shirt walked towards the booth. He stood at the edge of the round booth, and smiled down at the 6 teenagers.

"Nice to see my best customers today! Let me guess..."

He looked at the husky blonde sitting at the very edge of the table.

"A triple scoop chocolate sundae for Mikey..."

He then averted his attention to the masculine blonde sitting beside him.

"A banana shake for Gus..."

He looked at the freckled face beside him.

"A chocolate shake for T.J. With extra whipped cream..."

T.J. Gave Kelso a slight nod, and then Kelso turned his attention to the raven haired girl beside him.

"A hot fudge sundae for Spinelli..."

He looked towards the aubrun haired girl besides Spinelli.

"A fat free, sugar free vanilla scoop for Gretchen.."

And then, he finally focused on the last one in the group.

"And finally, a malt shake with root beer for Vince!"

They all nodded in agreement and said their thanks as old man Kelso walked off to get the orders.

"I can't believe you find that sugar free ice cream good Gretch!" Vince said, looking at her in disgust, the others agreeing.

"Well, I must admit it isn't as delectable as normal sugar filled ice cream, but at least my arteries stay clean and clear, and I have a lower percentage rate of obtaining type 2 diabetes."

Gretchen took out a small, thin, silver hand held device with the words Galileo V 2.3 engraved in white along the top corner, above a large touch screen which displayed a green frog in an orange shirt. After some typing and some swift movements with her fingers going across the screen, she finally found the nutrition facts of 1 scoop of ice cream.

"According to my calculations, just one scoop of ice cream, which is equivalent to half a cup, has approximately 137 calories, has 4.27 grams of fat, 10.74 grams of carbohydrates, and only has 7 grams of pro-"

"Okay Gretch! We get it! Ice cream is bad." Spinelli exclaimed, cutting her off.

"But oh so good..." Mikey said, with a dazed look on his face.

"Oh! That reminds me of another story!" Gus exclaimed out, disturbing Mikey from his reverie of ice cream, and went on to tell the story.

As he explained himself, the gang laughed along and made comments here and there. Spinelli looked around at each person in the group, reminding herself on how great each person in the group is, and how they were all such great friends.

She gazed over to the husky Mikey, who was currently staring at Gus, mesmerized by the story being told. Mikey was head of the drama club and singing choir at their high school, and also took part of the school newspaper, not only for his publication for the monthly poems, but for his own articles as to what's going on and whose doing what.

Next was Gus, who was no longer the puny little kid every bully had loved to pick on. He was much more then that now. After shooting up in height and muscle, those he feared growing up now feared him. He was part of the ROTC program, and he often helped Mikey with the school newspaper. He was currently dating Theresa LaMaiz, who was better known as the Cornchip girl in their elementary.

She then diverted her attention to Vince. Not only had he grown in height, but he too grew with muscle. He took part of many school sports, such as soccer, track, baseball, swimming, football, and of course, basketball. Many wondered how he could juggle such a hectic sports schedule, but she knew that when it came to sports, he can do anything. Though he was only a sophomore, he already was captain of the basketball team. Guys worship the ground he walks on, while girls climbed up ontop of each other just to be held in his arms. He could have almost any girl he wanted, but their was only one girl he truly wanted, she leads her to her next best friend.

Gretchen Grundler certainly has changed appearance wise, but on the inside, she was still the genius inventor she knew and loved, who found entertainment in solving mathematical equations. She took part of the Chess, Science, Math, and Astronomy club. She has colleges crawling on their knees, begging and offering her anything she wanted if she just left high school and went into their own college. Shes had many opportunities where colleges had offered her scholarships and benefits if she left, but she would simply say no. When asked why, her answer would always be the same. "Because of my friends and social life of course!"

Finally, her eyes traced over to the figure sitting to the left of her, whose smiles easily melted every girls heart, and whose charm makes every girl swoon, and she was lucky to be the one with him. Besides Vince, T.J. took the attention of every girl with his looks and personality. He was the most popular guy in school, and was the quarterback on the high school football team. He was the most popular, most loved, and most wanted guy in school, and it was because of his popularity that not only was Spinelli considered the luckiest, but also the most hated.

Girls she would pass in the hallways would look at her in disgust. Not only did she have the man every girl, and maybe even some guys wanted, she had the natural beauty most girls would have to work for, Whether it was with surgery or just pounds upon pounds of make up, Spinelli had the natural beauty they all craved. And though all the girls hated her, none hated her more then the captain of the cheerleader squad and homecoming queen, Ashley Armbruster. I am, like, the captain of the cheerleading team, and I'm, like, the prettiest and most popular girl in, like, the school! Why is he with that short bitch? She'd always yell out. Spinelli couldn't help but respect her though, not for her achievements with beauty pageants or her flipping in the air, but more for the courage she had that no other girl had. She's the only jealous girl that would tell her off in her face. She had guts. Sure, other girls would say things here and there, but when approached by the subject of their insults, they would just meekly lie and deny ever saying such insults about her.

Girls... Spinelli scoffed. She took another peek back at the man next to her. She really was lucky. He cares for her and does things for her in ways shes never heard of, only because all the other "popular" guys, besides Vince of course, were always such jerks and tried to make men of themselves by demeaning their own girlfriends. She's never gone out with such a guy, but she's heard stories. While most relationships last months, theirs have lasted years. A soft smile graced her lips. She thought about how they got together. It was spontaneous really, and actually kind of cute, but that's another story.

Her thoughts were cut off when Kelso came by and dropped off their orders. Everyone said their thanks, and went on to eating their sugar filled treats as Gus went on with the story. Her thoughts once again wandered off, and she looked around at her friends individually, thinking of what makes them unique. Gus, the brave softy. Mikey, the innocent giant. Vince, the athlete. Gretchen, the genius. And ofcourse, T.J., the great leader, friend, and boyfriend.

T.J. Noticed the absence of sound coming from Spinelli's direction. He looked beside him and caught her eye. They flashed each other smiles, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. They both turned their attention back to the story teller, and joined in on the laughs and conversation.

Yea... Spinelli thought to herself I have a great life...

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The group was now parting their separate ways on the corner of a neighborhood.

"See ya Gretch!" Spinelli yelled out, as they all walked their own way.

Spinelli and T.J. walked towards the same direction since they lived 3 houses apart from each other. Spinelli suddenly felt weight fall and wrap around her shoulders. She looked to her side and saw that the weight was actually T.J.s arm, which felt warm and securing to her at that moment.

"So!" T.J. Said, breaking the small silence between the two.

"I heard you got some big project for your English class."

Spinelli scoffed. "Yea, but it's 3 grades, so I gotta do it."

"And I heard you have to do it with a partner.."

"Yea..." Spinelli dragged on, looking up to see T.J.'s face, and looking to see what's with all the sudden questions. It was when he lowered his head with the face of disappointment, and looked fascinated by the sidewalk below them that she really knew what was going on.

"Oh God T.J.! It's only a stupid project!"

"Yea! But it's with Lawson!"

"So what! All we're going to do is some stupid research and write in the library! Sheesh T.J., why do you get so jealous?"

"I'm not jealous!"

Spinelli put her hand up to her hip and raised an eyebrow, shooting him an Oh Really look.

"I'm not! I'm just protective is all..." He looked back down at the ground sheepishly, and continued.

"After all, you're practically the most beautiful girl in the world, and after the history we've had with him..."

Spinelli shot up her hands in frustration, her temper beginning to rise again.

"Oh come on T.J.! Nothing is going to happen!"

She looked over to him and saw that he still took a fascination to the ground below. She let out a sigh, pulled away from his arm, and stopped in front of him, forcing him to stop dead in his tracks. He looked up to see what was going on, but lowered his head slightly, his light blue eyes looking back down at the ground.

"You know you can trust me, right?"

He looked up to her, and furrowed his eyebrows a bit.

"I know I can trust you... It's Lawson I don't trust!"

Her shoulders dropped, and as he was about to look back down, she grabbed his face and forced his head up, forcing him to look her in the eyes. She looked into his mesmerizing blue eyes, finding the hint of sadness in them.

"Nothings going to happen, just trust me..."

She offered him a sweet smile. He glanced down at the ground below, his face still in the palm of her hands, but he looked back up and looked into her own dark chocolate, almond shaped eyes. He finally gave in, and put in his own smile, giving a little nod between the palms of her hands.

"Good!"

She let go of his face, and stood by him once again, wrapping her arm around his waste as he wrapped his own around her shoulder, and they resumed onto their houses.

After about 10 minutes, they reached the Spinelli household. They walked up to the wooden porch, and she climbed up the small steps, then faced him. He showed a smile, but it wasn't his normal confident ones. This one is just out of hiding his true feelings, she could tell. It still bothered him that Lawson was her partner, but she didn't want to bring it up again.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blasted the two, but calmed down immediately and shifted to cooler breezes. The sudden change in temperature hit Spinelli, and sent shivers up her spine. She rubbed her hands up and down her arms in an effort to warm herself up a bit. T.J. Caught her movements, and immediately took off his Letterman jacket, and laid it over her shoulders.

"Here, you can keep it if you want." He shot a smile.

"But Teej, it's your varsity jacket!"

"But you need it more then me. Plus, whenever you get cold, you have a piece of me to warm you up."

He gave her a wink, and she simply smiled, already feeling his warmth he left behind on the jacket. She loved that feeling. She quickly shot her arms through the sleeves of the jacket, feeling more of his warmth embracing her. It was a bit baggy on her, reaching up to her mid butt, and the sleeves hanging off her hands a bit, but it kept her warmer then any other jacket she has ever owned.

"Thanks" She said, looking down at her body which was currently engulfed by her new jacket.

She looked back up at him, and opened her mouth to say something, but immediately closed it. And just like T.J., she took an odd fascination by the ground below her. This time though, they were steps. He looked back up again, hesitant to say something, but chooses not to. T.J. Catches her body movements, and knows she is thinking. She's been doing that a lot lately, and it's bugging him. He knows she wants to say something, but she has yet to say it. He catches her eye, and she smiles. She is once again hypnotized by the light blue shades of his eyes she has to come to love so much over the past few years. Love.. she thought to herself. Why is it so difficult to tell someone you love that you, well, love him?

Sure, she has told him that she liked him a couple of years back, or rather, her told her, but it seems so difficult for her to just reveal her inner true feelings. Their cute school yard crush blossomed into a powerful and beautiful relationship, and though she liked liked him back in middle school, like he liked liked her, now she feels so much stronger and closer to him in ways she never learned about in elementary. People throw around the word "Love" too much that it's lost its real sentimental value, and she knew that. She just didn't want to be a fake couple that says "I Love You!" on the second day of dating. If she'd feel something stronger towards him, then she'd tell him. And finally, about a couple of days ago, or rather, months, that time has come to realize how much stronger her feelings really were towards him, and now it was time to reveal the inner most feelings. The problem is, she has a problem letting it out. She always had a problem letting it out. She was tough, and grew up tough, and tough kids have habits of not releasing their true feelings. That habit which is slapping Spinelli in the face at that moment.

She let out a sigh. T.J. knew that whatever she was thinking, it was bothering her.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" He asked, breaking the moment of silence.

She simply shook her head and looked back up at him, offering a weak smile.

"Nothing, just some stupid girly crap."

"Come on, You can tell me."

He gave her a smile, and she bit on her lower lip. But she just let out a small sigh and shook her head.

"Nah, I can't, not now at least."

He simply nodded his head, and left her at that, knowing she would tell him on her own time.

"Well, I gotta go do some homework. I'm close to a C in my Science class, and coach said I'd be off the team if I get anything lower then a B. I'll see ya later Spin."

And with that, he leaned his face towards hers, and lightly pressed his lips against her own. She smiled lightly in their kiss, feeling that small moment of ecstasy she always felt whenever they have such soft and sweet kisses. She pulled her hand up to his face, putting it towards the back of his jaw, her fingers nestled into the bottom of his shaggy hair as her thumb lightly stroked his somewhat chubby cheek. After that small moment which felt like an eternity for them, he pulled away, her hand still resting on his face, their faces only inches apart. He smiled his famous charming smile, to which she returned with her own smile, and put her hand back down by her side, and watched as he turned to leave.

When he was at the end of her sidewalk, she suddenly called out to him, though she had not intended to.

"Wait!"

He looked back at her, and watched as she jump off the steps and ran towards him. What the hell are you doing? She thought to herself. She reached him, and looked back up and into those eyes she so desperately loved. Love. Theres that word again.

"I just wanted to say that I-"

She looked down quickly, stopping herself, all while having an inner battle with herself.

Come on, say it!

"I just wanted to stop you to say that I l-"

She stopped herself again. By this time, T.J. was shooting her a confused look. One eyebrow was raised while his mouth was slightly crooked. She saw the display of confusion on his face, and tried again.

"Look, I lo- Gah!" She let out an aggravated sigh.

"Um, Spinelli. Are you okay?"

No I'm not okay!

"Yea, I'm fine, I'm just trying to say that I lo-" Another sigh.

Come on, just say it! Stop chickening out! Be tough! Be a Spinelli!

She composed herself, and stood up straight, feeling much more determined then before.

You can do this! Just say it! Just say the L word!

"T.J. Detweiler, I like you!"

No! Wrong L word you idiot!

"Um... I like you too Spinelli... Are you sure you're okay?"

At this point, she just gave up and let out a sigh of defeat, and simply nodded her head.

"I'm fine, that was probably just the sugar rush from the sundae..."

T.J. Just nodded his head slowly, and accepted that reason. After all, she has done odd things when she was on a sudden sugar rushes. Very odd things indeed.

"Okay then, I'll see you tomorrow?"

She simply nodded her head, and offered a weak smile. "Yea."

He stood their and watched her for a moment, as if to wait for some other odd random moment to happen, but when he felt the coast was clear, he turned and left for the second time, and this time without any random interruptions. She watched as he walked off and headed towards his home. When he was halfway there, she turned around and headed back towards her own home, mumbling obscenities to herself as she did so.

She stepped into her home and dropped her book bag by the door. She began to run up the stairs, but halfway up she stopped, and realized the absence of sound coming from a loud T.V. And an even louder father.

"No yelling at the T.V., no wrestling. Odd." she mumbled to herself.

She looked over the railing of the stairs and noticed her father with his usual horribly matched ensemble sitting on the couch, staring off into the distance. He looked off and ahead of himself, deep in thought, oblivious that his daughter had just come in and was now staring at him.

"Uh... Dad?"

His head shot up towards the voice, and his lips turned into a frail smile when he noticed his daughter on the stairways.

"Oh, hey pookie."

"What are you doing? Don't you know that in order to watch T.V., it has to be turned on?"

He let out a small chuckle.

"Sorry pookie, I was just thinking, that's all."

"Oookaay.."

She merely shrugged her shoulders, and continued up the steps. Once she reached the top, she was caught off guard and stopped herself from bumping into her mother who was just about to go down the steps. But what shocked her was the appearance of her mother. Rather then showing a big grin, saying hello in an ecstatic manner, and bombarding her with small pointless questions about her day, she instead had deep, dark, bags under her eyes, which were currently blood shot red, slightly trembling hands, and a pinkish tint to her face that looked as if it was getting back to her natural color.

"Ma, are you okay?"

"Oh, I'm fine pookie, just sick is all."

Her voice was weak and frail, and sounded as if she was stopping herself from exploding into tears. Spinelli frowned a bit, not really buying the excuse. She turned her head and looked over to where her father was sitting, who at this point was watching them. She looked back over to her mother, and nodded weakly, thinking that maybe they had another one of those large arguments that very rarely happen. She walked past her mother and went into her room. She knew there was no need to press questions and make a big deal as to what happened while she was gone. She knew that by tomorrow, everything would be alright, and her parents would return to their normal, corny, embarrassing selves. She quickly wiped the thought from her mind, and jumped onto her bed. She hugged herself with the jacket, and took a whiff of his natural scent.

She laid in her hugging position, gazing out her window, which shown in the orange hues of the sunset, giving the room a relaxing atmosphere. Then she began to think about how great everything in her life seemed to be. She had great friends, great parents, and a great boyfriend. What a perfect life she thought. With the dimly lit room from the sunset and the stress free thoughts, she easily dozed off to sleep, with her last thought being how perfect her life is.

But nothing could have prepared her for the next day, when her perfect life would shatter into a million pieces of backstabbing, dishonesty, and heartbreak.

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There ya go! My first ever Fanfiction! Yay Jackie! Anyways, REVIEW! Tell me what you think, whatcha like, how awesome I am. Ya know, the basics. Lawlz, just kidding. But, lyke, srsly, Review! And yes, I will be those types of writers that won't update unless I get lots and lots of reviews! Yea! :D