Okay, so I saw that this story was up for adoption like ten minutes after I started reading it. So, I adopted it! I hope you guys all like my version as well as Kyandua's. I'm taking off where she left off. Same name, though. Anyways, please enjoy!

Chapter Seven: Familiarity

Recently: "I'm so sorry! I should have been looking where I was going . . . . ." I looked around for the last missing book, which was my science book. Suddenly, it appeared in my vision, being held out to me by the person I had collided with. I looked up to see Booth smiling at me.

(Booth POV)

The girl kneeling in front of me looked so familiar. I could swear...

No, she's new here. I couldn't have seen her anywhere before. Maybe she lived in Philly before she came here? Nah...then I would have known her name.

I mean, wouldn't I? This girl was gorgeous! She had big blue eyes, beautiful auburn curls and she was wearing an outfit that fit all her curves perfectly. I definitely would have remembered her, pursued her even.

I smiled at her obvious embarrassment, putting out my hand to help her up. "Need some help?" I asked.

She stared at my hand, as if in shock and I looked at it, worried that there might be something disgusting or unseemly on it. But there was nothing. Just my hand, as it had always been, clean and unmarked.

I looked back at the girl. She was still staring at me, wide-eyed. I waved my hand if front of her eyes and she seemed to snap out of it, blushing furiously.

(Brennan POV)

I was mortified by my reaction to being so close to Booth again. It's not like it'd been years since I'd last seen him. Really, it'd only been a few mere hours. But still, this was not just Booth.

This was seventeen-year old, hot shot jock, teenage Booth. The Booth that had all the girls on their knees. The Booth that laughed at other's misfortune, even though he didn't really mean it. The Booth that had no idea who I was.

But, still, he was holding out one hand for me to take, while the other was still holding my textbook.

Bypassing his helpful hand, I scrambled to my feet, attempting to compose myself and get my heart rate under control so that I could stop blushing, but one more look into his chocolaty brown eyes and I was gone again, wanting nothing more than to wrap my arms around him and never let go.

But then again, that might mark me as the freak once more and that would not be too good, especially since I am now getting the chance to start over.

So, instead I take the book, shivering a bit at the bolt of electricity that runs down my spine when our fingers brush slightly. "Thanks." I mumble, attempting to look away, but his gaze keeps drawing me back in.

His smile widens and I feel another bolt of electricity. "No problem." He says. "I'm Booth, by the way. Seeley Booth, but I don't really like my first name very much."

I smiled. "Same here. I'm okay with people calling me Temperance, but I much prefer Brennan, my last name."

"Hmm...Temperance Brennan. That's a nice name. Although I wouldn't have pegged you for a Temperance."

"I don't know what that means." Was my automatic response.

Booth chuckled. "That means that your name doesn't seem to fit the way you look. Like, for you, I may have thought your name was Hope or Joy or something."

I smiled. If only he knew. "Joy is my middle name, actually." I said.

Booth grinned. "Ah, you see now. My gut never lies."

"Your guts? What do innards have to do with my name?" I said, trying to keep a straight face, even though I knew exactly what he meant.

Booth chuckled again. "Not my guts. My gut. It's like having a hunch. It's never failed me before. Take right now, for instance. Didn't I guess your name right?"

"Only my middle name," I corrected, smiling. "But it's a start."

The bell rung then and Booth smiled at me. "So, what do you have now, Brennan?" I almost winced. I was so used to him calling me Bones that it sounded unnatural to call me that.

Trying to keep a straight face, I answered him. "English. With Mr. Englewood."

Booth grinned widely. "Really? Me too. This is awesome. Wanna walk to class together?" He seemed almost nervous asking me to walk with him and I smiled.

It was true. Booth really had had feelings for me since the day we met. I nodded at him. "Sure." I said, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice.

Booth grinned and placing his hand on my lower back, led me to English class.

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