She Will Be Loved

Summary: Christine Angela Booth and Michael Hodgins are the best friends. They have been, since they were babies. Now, as teenagers, things are becoming complicated. Especially when Michael seems so mad at her, for no reason. TWOSHOT

Pairings: Michael/Christine, Michael/OC, Christine/OC, Brennan/Booth, Angela/Hodgins.

OC Characters: Nathan, Jessica, Audrey, Sophia, Zackary.

Christine Booth rolled her dark eyes, with a sigh. She ran a hand through her brown hair, gazing at her boyfriend, Nathan Cross. She was beginning to wonder why she was even dating him. Sure he was cute and popular. He was fun and a good kisser. But what else did he really have going for him? He wasn't all that smart. And at times-like now, for instance, he could be kind of an asshole. Just then, she felt a tap on her shoulder and someone slide into the booth, beside of her. She turned her head, gaze locking on Michael Hodgins, her best friend, since childhood.

"Hey, Chris." Michael said, blue eyes lighting up. "Whatcha doin'?" He asked of her, curiously.

She smiled at him and bumped his shoulder. "Hey, yourself. I'm surprised you aren't out with Jessica." She teased lightly, causing him to blush. "Nathan and I were supposed to have a date. But apparently, the guys on the football team and the cheerleaders are more important." She didn't really care how whiney she sounded. It was the truth. It always was. Tonight was meant to be a romantic night for she and Nathan. They were going to eat dinner and catch a movie. Then, she'd been planning to take him back to her house, since her parents were out of town for a couple of nights and her brother, Zackary and sister, Audrey, were both staying with Grandpa Max. Tonight was supposed to be the night. The night that she and Nathan took that step. They'd been planning it, for weeks, now.

"I told you, Chrissy. Jess and I are just friends. Besides, I like someone else." He replied, staring at her, admiring her pale, flawless skin, dark brown eyes, and silky hair. His lips turned down into a frown as he noticed that her gaze was elsewhere, on Nathan. It hurt to know that he came second to this boy who really didn't deserve his best friend. The jerk didn't even seem to care about her and he didn't have the world's best reputation. "You know what? I think that I'm going to go." he muttered under his breath. She took no notice of him, attention totally on Nathan, now.

"Hey, babe. You ready to go ?" Nathan asked of her, smirking down at her. "I ordered us some food. I was thinking we could take it to your house, order a movie off paperview, and..." His voice trailed off as he noticed Michael standing there, pratically glaring at him. "Mikey, dude! I didn't know you were here!" He slid into the booth beside his girlfriend, slipping an arm around her slender shoulder, and pulling her into him rather possesively.

"I was just leaving." The other boy answered in reply, gritting his teeth. His fists clenched at his sides. The last thing he wanted to do, was let his anger get the better of him. Michael wasn't a violent person. But Nathan rubbed him the wrong way, and the fact that his usually smart best friend, fell for the boy's games, pissed him off. With one last look of disgust at the couple before him, he turned on his heel, leaving the Royal Diner.

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"I wonder what's got him so upset?" Christine mused, staring after her friend. He couldn't help the slight worry that filled her. Michael was usually sweet and funny. He was so laidback, and didn't let anything truly get to him. But...he'd just seemed so angry. It scared her a little bit.

Nathan shrugged his shoulder, not really caring about that. "I'm sure it's nothing." He pratically purred, pressing his lips to her's. "So, are you ready to go?" He questioned, pulling back.

She chewed on her lip, eyes flickering down to the sticky floor, beneath her feet, shyly. Gazing back up at him, face heating up, darkly-she nodded. Standing up, she let her boyfriend lead her past the table of football players and cheerleaders. Unaware of the sly look that Nathan threw torwards his best friend, Alex.

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"Hi." A soft voice said from the doorway.

Michael glanced up from his doorway, gaze locking on the petite redhead, standing there. "Jessica, hey." He said, trying to smile. "How'd you get in here?"

"Your sister let me in. She said that you were acting all out of it, before your mom called her into the kitchen. We were supposed to meet to do our Chemistry project. What happened?" Jessica asked worriedly, letting her bookbag and purse both fall to the floor. Her piercing green eyes locked on him.

Michael swallowed hard, not wanting to cry, infront of her. "Nothing that I shouldn't expect. Just that my best friend and the love of my life, is planning on having sex with that jerk." He spit out, glaring down at his mattress. He felt the bed sink beneath him and a gentle hand rest on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I know how much you care about her." The girl stated sympathetically, staring at him.

He turned his head to look at her, laughing slightly. "It's not your fault. It's mine. It's clear that she'll never feel for me, what I feel for her. I guess that I should let her go."

Jessica didn't speak for a moment, feeling her face heat up, beneath her freckles. She chewed on her bottom lip, softly, shifting her green orbs away from him. She didn't know if now would be the right moment to tell him of her feelings for him, or not. She didn't want to be anyone's consolation prize. Especially not Michael's, just because he couldn't have Christine. "I know how you feel." She whispered instead, feeling a little bit sad.

Michael stared at her curiously, raising an eyebrow. "How could you possibly know how I'm feeling?" He questioned, confusion lacing his words.

"I have a crush on someone who doesn't like me back, too." The redhead murmured, in answer. She hoped that Michael would get her point, without her having to blurt it out.

The boy studied her carefully, confusion still clear in his eyes. Finally, his big, vibrant, blue eyes widened in relization. "Jessica..." He gasped, swallowing hard. How could he have never known? It seemed so clear in his mind, now. How did he look over all of that, for so damn long?

Jessica shook her head, sadly, giving him a wilted smile. "It's okay, Michael. It's not your fault. I...I knew how you felt about Christine. But I fell for you, anyway. It's my own fault." She stood up from the bed, abruptly. Walking quickly torwards the door, she grabbed her backpack and purse. She was reaching for the doorknob, when she felt a gentle hand grip her shoulder.

Michael didn't know what it was, but he couldn't let her leave. Not now. He stood to his feet, moving torwards her. Just as she was about to open the door, he put a hand on her shoulder. "Could you please stay?" He asked softly, shyly.

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Christine sighed as she sat on her couch, beside her boyfriend. Her chicken sandwich and french fries, rested on her lap, as she ate. Beside of her, sat Nathan, eating his food as if he was starving, and staring at the television screen. She couldn't get the look on Michael's face, at the diner, out of her head. She was really worried for him. He'd seemed so angry and sad.

Nathan glanced at her, setting his hamburger and onion rings aside. "C'mon, babe. It isn't your job to worry about him, like that. Mikey can handle himself. How about I help you get your mind off of him?" He gently cupped her cheek, staring into her brown eyes with his hazel one's, before leaning forward. His lips pressed against her's hungrily. His other hand trailed down to the hem of her shirt, sliding underneath of it, as he leaned into her, more.

She let out a moan and tugged at his blond hair with one small hand, falling back into the sofa. She pulled him on top of her, more, and hooked her slender legs around his waist.

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About an hour later, Nathan swung his long, tan legs over the side of the couch and grabbed his boxers from the floor.

Christine frowned and sat up, grabbing the throw from the top of the couch, covering her nudity. "What are you doing?" She asked, sounding unsure as she watched her boyfriend throw on his clothing and stand up.

He threw her a smirk as he slipped on his shoes. "I've got to meet with the guys. We have a game, tomorrow night."

"You've got to leave now?" She questioned, swallowing hard, hurt filling her eyes. "But we just made love. Don't you want to talk?"

Nathan laughed and shook his head. "I really don't know what there is to talk about." He replied. "So, I guess I'll see you at school, tomorrow?"

He didn't wait for her answer, as he left the house.

Christine could only sit in silence as he left her. She had just come to the heartbreaking realisation that she'd been used.

Next Chapter: Christine goes to see Michael, fights and hurt feelings, confessions, and advice.