Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Left Behind: The Kids or Left Behind. That's Tim Lahaye and Jerry Jenkins.
A/N: This is my first ever Left Behind fanfic and I'm kind of excited about it. This is based off the Kids books and bits and pieces from the adult ones. Reviews are very much appreciated, good or bad. Constructive criticism helps a writer grow! R&R!!
It had been a week since Bruce had made the sacrifice to get me out of Northside. He had pulled some strings and requested the detention center allow him to adopt me. I couldn't be more grateful for what he did. My foster sister, Chaya, was staying with me at Bruce's house providing me with a real girlfriend I could talk to when I needed to. God had really provided great people in my life to help me.
Today was the first day back to school from the previous Thanksgiving break. Or what Nicolae high called "Fall Harvest Break". Why they wanted to add the word "harvest" in the title was beyond me but I was used to the crazy antics of the Global Community by now. Bruce and Chaya had an early morning meeting to attend at the church that day and Judd suggested I spend the night at his house and he take me to school in the morning.
I missed Judd's house. Although I had only lived with him for a few months before I was sent to Northside Detention Center, I still felt so at home here. Judd had been willing to take me, a complete stranger, into his home after I had lost mine; something I would never forget.
I got out of the guest bed I was sleeping in and proceeded to put my clothes on for school. Although no kid enjoys going to school, especially high school, I still had a happy attitude as I combed through my fiery red hair while humming one of my favorite praise songs.
I looked at my self in the mirror and scrunched up my nose in disgust. My hair was so uncooperative. It fell around my face in a strange way and had an unattractive wave to it. I would probably end up putting it in a ponytail despite how much Chaya tried to convince me that I should wear my hair down more often.
I think it was the comb. I needed a better brush to get my hair the way I wanted. I walked out of the guest bedroom hoping to find a better brush in Judd's parents' bathroom downstairs. But as I passed Judd's room, I stopped in my tracks.
His door was open and as I peeked inside I saw something that would normally not affect me but for some strange reason, it did. Judd was standing in front of his bed with two different shirts, most likely debating which one he should wear. But that wasn't what made my mouth drop open. He wasn't wearing a shirt! Normally this wouldn't faze me. I'm sure that if Lionel or Ryan walked around the house in nothing but their khaki shorts, I wouldn't so much as blink. But this was different. No one ever mentioned to me that my best friend had a six pack.
I always knew that Judd was attractive. His brownish-blonde hair combined with his slight goatee gave him a very cute look that I had been aware of the moment I met him. But now the added bonus of his chest made me look at him a completely different way. Oh boy…
He suddenly turned around and noticed me standing in his doorway. I bet I looked pretty stupid standing just outside his room with my mouth hanging open. "Hey, Vick," he said with a smile. I never noticed how cute his smile was.
I snapped myself out of my reverie and answered him, "Hey Judd. What are you doing?"
"Oh just trying to figure out what to wear to school," he said turning his attention back to his choices. "Hey, you're a girl."
I gave a slight laugh. "Last I checked."
"Well I need a girl's opinion on this." I walked up next to him and surveyed the shirts. They were both very preppy polo shirts in my opinion. One was navy blue with a small insignia in the top right and the other had blue and red stripes.
"Hmmm. I'd go with the blue one. It goes better with your khaki shorts. But I must warn you, both shirts make you look like a frat boy."
He laughed at that as he took the blue one and put it on. "I'm going to disregard that and wear it anyway."
"Alright, whether you look like a partying phi sigma flemma, is up to you."
"Flemma?" he said, barely holding back a laugh.
"What, I don't know the Greek alphabet." He smiled at me again which made me smile. "Listen, while you recite all the fraternity brothers' motto, I'm going to continue my trek for a good brush. I need to figure out what to do with my hair."
"Let me help you with that."
Now I could barely hold back a laugh. "Uh, I don't know if I'd trust your advice on that one."
"Oh stop being so mean. Let me try something."
"Alright," I said with curiosity in my tone. He looked at my hair closely and then brushed a strand out of my face and behind my ear.
"There, all done."
"That's it? Judd, my hair looks horrible!"
"Oh please, you look perfect." I don't think he meant that complement to sound the way it did, but I still blushed majorly.
"Uh, thanks," I said shyly.
"I like your hair down. It gives you a more natural look that I think suits you." I continued to blush.
"Okay, you win. I'll wear down. Now I'm going to go finish getting ready," I said, still blushing. I'm sure by now my cheeks matched my hair.
"Alright, see you for breakfast," he said as I turned and walked towards the guest room. What just happened there? And why is my stomach filled with butterflies? Could it be? Am I falling for my best friend? Oh boy…
