Title: Start All Over
Fandom: Cory In The House
Rating: T
Pairing: JasonxOC, NewtxOC,
Newt Livingston walked into the open area outside of Washington Prepatory Academy known as "The Quad".
He had gotten detention for forgetting his math homework at home again, and only finding it hours later in his guitar case.
He sat down at one of the empty tables and put his head in his hands and sighed.
His head jerked up as he heard someone singing.
Been to the Year 3000, not much has changed, but they lived underwater.
And soon after the voice came the loud sound of a crash and someone hissing, "Crap!"
Newt jumped out of his seat and ran over to the source of the noise.
A girl with wavy brown hair, up in a pony tail with purple clip on extensions in it looked up at him from picking up a white, wooden rifle off the ground.
Newt leaned down and picked up the weapon and handed it to the girl.
"Hey thanks!" she smiled nervously, revealing a mouth full of braces.
He returned the smile, and helped her up.
"Are you okay?" he asked
"Yeah, I'm fine." She replied
"What were you doing with that?" he asked, pointing to the gun that was now over her shoulder by the strap.
"Oh," she laughed, even more nervous then before, "I'm on Color Guard, you know, it goes with the marching band."
Her face turned a bright pink.
"Oh, awesome," he said, "Do you play in the band too?"
Her eyes widened, "Yeah, Percussion, Quads."
"Sweet, a drummer chick, rock on!" he grinned, "By the way drummer chick, what's your name?"
"Sydney, Sydney Taylor." She said, shaking her bangs out of her face.
"Well, that's awesome, I'm Newton Livingston, the third, but you can just call me Newt, it's a whole lot easier." He said
Sydney looked the boy up and down, noticing the skull and crossbones guitar combo on his shirt, and his dog tag necklace.
"He's cute." She smiled
Newt also looked her up and down.
He cocked his head unnoticeably to one side, noticing her dark blue jeans, multi-colored starry shoes, white T-Shirt, and tons of jewelry.
"Nice" he smiled inwardly
The sudden sound of someone's phone ringing "This Love" by Maroon 5 threw off their stares.
Sydney grabbed her phone from the small cargo pocket in the side of her jeans and flipped it open.
When she was done talking, she put the phone, and looked back at Newt.
"I'm so sorry Newt, I have to go, my mom's been waiting for like five minutes now." She smiled as she got an idea, "Hold out your arm."
Sydney pushed up the sleeve of Newt's grey T-Shirt, and pulled out a pen and wrote on him:
Sydney Taylor: 555-6970
Newt grinned, watching her write her phone number on his arm.
Sydney pushed his sleeve down and grinned at him before walking off.
Newt stood there, watching her leave before he heard the familiar roar of a helicopter, and then packing up his stuff.
"Awesome." He thought to himself before boarding the helicopter.
