A/N: This is a story written in the same town that the Curtis' and the gang
live in, but has very little to actually do with the famous characters from
S.E. Hinton's book. This has to do with my two characters: Kathryn and
Andrew. This chapter may be a bit boring, because it's like an
"introductory" chapter. but please read and review. I PROMISE it'll get
better. I take all types of criticism as well.
~*~ Chapter One ~*~
Katie Douglas dribbled the ball around her back and through her legs, trying to throw off her best friend, Andrew Carmichael, who was defending her. She got around him but he ran to the other side of the court and got there just in time to block the shot and gain possession of the ball. He then cleared it, shot, and scored.
Katie rolled her eyes. "Nice shot."
"Time to call it a night," Mrs. Douglas called from inside Katie's house. Andrew shrugged and passed the ball to Katie. "I guess I'll see ya in the morning, Katie?"
"Kathryn," Katie corrected him and Andrew grinned, shaking his head as if to tell her, you'll always be Katie. Andrew and Katie's moms were best friends and Andrew and Katie had somehow become amazingly best friends as well. They had first become friends when they were 8, and now being fourteen they loved every second of each other's company.
Katie waved goodbye to Andrew who lived across the street. She walked into the house and kicked off her shoes and took off her jacket. It was September, and it was starting to get chilly again. That was good though, Katie loved the cold. So did Andrew.
"Katie, telephone!" Katie's little sister, Jessica called.
Katie picked up the phone, "Hey Tamara." Katie said. Tamara and her were very good friends. Katie, Tamara and Julia had been really close ever since they started junior high. They all were in 9th grade now, just like Andrew.
"Where were you?" Tamara asked.
"Playing ball with Andrew," Katie answered. Tamara laughed a little. Katie loved playing basketball. She was a guard and loved playing pick up ball in the driveway. She would play with other Greasers until the sun rose again, if she was allowed. She obeyed her mom well though. Unlike other Greaser single moms, Katie's mom tried really hard to create the best life and education that she could give Katie and her two younger sisters, Jessica and Callie. Katie figured that's why her mom liked Andrew's mom so much. He had his younger brothers, Kevin and Tom, were also brought up very well, despite the lack of wealth they had.
"Cool," Tamara nodded. "Did yah make out with him tonight?"
"Shut up," Katie grunted. She laughed a little; her friends didn't understand how she had so many guy friends. Especially Andrew. They didn't understand how Katie could spend so much time with him and still not be crazy for him.
"Come on, Katie, he's almost as gorgeous as that guy from DX," Tamara said into the phone.
"His name's Sodapop Curtis," Katie told her friend, laughing.
"Whatever. He's gorgeous," Tamara answered back. Katie shook his head.
"And that's exactly why I'm not making out with him," Katie said under her breath.
"What?" Tamara asked.
"Never mind," Katie shook her head.
"Hey if you were thinking you're not pretty enough or something for Andrew Carmichael you are so wrong, Kathryn," Tamara said supportively.
"Hey you know what Andrew still won't call me Kathryn," Katie laughed. "I guess that's 'cause I kind of am still Katie. huh?"
"I don't know who yah are, but I know you rock enough for Andrew."
"Thanks, Tammy," Katie grinned into the phone in spite of herself. She hung up a little after and lay down on her bed that looked across to Andrew's house. They both had rooms facing the street, so she saw him looking in the window and she waved back.
Katie paused and looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't think she was pretty. Maybe pretty, but definitely not hot. Pretty was a compliment your mother gave to you before she said goodnight to you. Katie didn't wear make-up, didn't have that nice of a body, and had a bit of acne.
When she looked back at Andrew, he was sitting in his room reading a book with his glasses on. He had brown, spiky hair and was fairly tall, very athletic and wore glasses. He was also very smart, very funny. and one of the most popular guys in the school.
Katie shook her head. This was stupid, but something Tamara said had really made her start thinking about Andrew. Was it really that bad to like him? Katie had never had a boyfriend before, whereas Andrew had had a lot. Right now there was nobody. Actually, ever since he broke up with his girlfriend before the end of last year, he hadn't found anyone new.
Katie shyly remembered the summer. They had slept-over at each others cottages and houses a lot. Andrew and she had stayed up late and lain with each other, his arms around her, or her playing with his fingers, or he stroking her hair as they talked about their lives.
Then the morning would come and they'd be friends again. Back to the best friends that they always had been. But sometimes, although maybe Katie was just imagining it, Andrew would give her a flirty body check, or give her a high five for no reason, as if he really wanted to touch her again. Katie re-thought this and kicked her bedpost. She must be crazy; she was talking about herself here. Her and Andrew Carmichael, what drug was she on!?
Sighing and feeling depressed she remembered that one time when Andrew forced Katie to come into the sewers with him. There was a long, small pipe that scared Katie shitless but he coaxed her on and came then they came to a big chamber where the workmen went. It was covered with graffiti and the two sat together as Andrew took a can of spray paint out of his backpack and wrote on the wall: "Katie Douglas and Andrew Carmichael. Friends forever."
"There," he said proudly, "not when we have kids of our own, we'll send them down in here to check out what we did when we were teenagers."
Katie closed her eyes, savoring the memory. She at that moment had prayed that he had meant they're kids together. She wanted to marry Andrew. She was in love. All the sudden Katie realized what she was thinking and snapped out of it. What was she thinking, love? She was ugly, unpopular, not at all Andrew worthy. but yet.
Katie picked up the phone and called Tamara. She had to vent all this out to someone.
A/N: Okay, please read and review. Tell me what you think of Katie and Andrew's relationship too please. Thanks guys.
~*~ Chapter One ~*~
Katie Douglas dribbled the ball around her back and through her legs, trying to throw off her best friend, Andrew Carmichael, who was defending her. She got around him but he ran to the other side of the court and got there just in time to block the shot and gain possession of the ball. He then cleared it, shot, and scored.
Katie rolled her eyes. "Nice shot."
"Time to call it a night," Mrs. Douglas called from inside Katie's house. Andrew shrugged and passed the ball to Katie. "I guess I'll see ya in the morning, Katie?"
"Kathryn," Katie corrected him and Andrew grinned, shaking his head as if to tell her, you'll always be Katie. Andrew and Katie's moms were best friends and Andrew and Katie had somehow become amazingly best friends as well. They had first become friends when they were 8, and now being fourteen they loved every second of each other's company.
Katie waved goodbye to Andrew who lived across the street. She walked into the house and kicked off her shoes and took off her jacket. It was September, and it was starting to get chilly again. That was good though, Katie loved the cold. So did Andrew.
"Katie, telephone!" Katie's little sister, Jessica called.
Katie picked up the phone, "Hey Tamara." Katie said. Tamara and her were very good friends. Katie, Tamara and Julia had been really close ever since they started junior high. They all were in 9th grade now, just like Andrew.
"Where were you?" Tamara asked.
"Playing ball with Andrew," Katie answered. Tamara laughed a little. Katie loved playing basketball. She was a guard and loved playing pick up ball in the driveway. She would play with other Greasers until the sun rose again, if she was allowed. She obeyed her mom well though. Unlike other Greaser single moms, Katie's mom tried really hard to create the best life and education that she could give Katie and her two younger sisters, Jessica and Callie. Katie figured that's why her mom liked Andrew's mom so much. He had his younger brothers, Kevin and Tom, were also brought up very well, despite the lack of wealth they had.
"Cool," Tamara nodded. "Did yah make out with him tonight?"
"Shut up," Katie grunted. She laughed a little; her friends didn't understand how she had so many guy friends. Especially Andrew. They didn't understand how Katie could spend so much time with him and still not be crazy for him.
"Come on, Katie, he's almost as gorgeous as that guy from DX," Tamara said into the phone.
"His name's Sodapop Curtis," Katie told her friend, laughing.
"Whatever. He's gorgeous," Tamara answered back. Katie shook his head.
"And that's exactly why I'm not making out with him," Katie said under her breath.
"What?" Tamara asked.
"Never mind," Katie shook her head.
"Hey if you were thinking you're not pretty enough or something for Andrew Carmichael you are so wrong, Kathryn," Tamara said supportively.
"Hey you know what Andrew still won't call me Kathryn," Katie laughed. "I guess that's 'cause I kind of am still Katie. huh?"
"I don't know who yah are, but I know you rock enough for Andrew."
"Thanks, Tammy," Katie grinned into the phone in spite of herself. She hung up a little after and lay down on her bed that looked across to Andrew's house. They both had rooms facing the street, so she saw him looking in the window and she waved back.
Katie paused and looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't think she was pretty. Maybe pretty, but definitely not hot. Pretty was a compliment your mother gave to you before she said goodnight to you. Katie didn't wear make-up, didn't have that nice of a body, and had a bit of acne.
When she looked back at Andrew, he was sitting in his room reading a book with his glasses on. He had brown, spiky hair and was fairly tall, very athletic and wore glasses. He was also very smart, very funny. and one of the most popular guys in the school.
Katie shook her head. This was stupid, but something Tamara said had really made her start thinking about Andrew. Was it really that bad to like him? Katie had never had a boyfriend before, whereas Andrew had had a lot. Right now there was nobody. Actually, ever since he broke up with his girlfriend before the end of last year, he hadn't found anyone new.
Katie shyly remembered the summer. They had slept-over at each others cottages and houses a lot. Andrew and she had stayed up late and lain with each other, his arms around her, or her playing with his fingers, or he stroking her hair as they talked about their lives.
Then the morning would come and they'd be friends again. Back to the best friends that they always had been. But sometimes, although maybe Katie was just imagining it, Andrew would give her a flirty body check, or give her a high five for no reason, as if he really wanted to touch her again. Katie re-thought this and kicked her bedpost. She must be crazy; she was talking about herself here. Her and Andrew Carmichael, what drug was she on!?
Sighing and feeling depressed she remembered that one time when Andrew forced Katie to come into the sewers with him. There was a long, small pipe that scared Katie shitless but he coaxed her on and came then they came to a big chamber where the workmen went. It was covered with graffiti and the two sat together as Andrew took a can of spray paint out of his backpack and wrote on the wall: "Katie Douglas and Andrew Carmichael. Friends forever."
"There," he said proudly, "not when we have kids of our own, we'll send them down in here to check out what we did when we were teenagers."
Katie closed her eyes, savoring the memory. She at that moment had prayed that he had meant they're kids together. She wanted to marry Andrew. She was in love. All the sudden Katie realized what she was thinking and snapped out of it. What was she thinking, love? She was ugly, unpopular, not at all Andrew worthy. but yet.
Katie picked up the phone and called Tamara. She had to vent all this out to someone.
A/N: Okay, please read and review. Tell me what you think of Katie and Andrew's relationship too please. Thanks guys.