OK, so my first story, let me know what you think, good or bad, I can take it :D. This story is set so that the heist was near the beginning of the year instead of the end! Enjoy... please...

oh yeah, dunno if i need this or not but to be safe...I don't own...well... anything pretty much Though I really wish I did!

Chapter one of unnamed story... name ideas anyone? Hehe

KELLY POV :)

Lights were flashing on and off in a rainbow of different colours around me, people swaying and dancing to the loud music screeching from the speakers, but only one thing in the room mattered to me at that point in time. I looked her in the eyes, looked as deep as she would allow me to look. All the noises surrounding seemed irrelevant and distant. It felt right to be looking into Annabelle Fritton's deep, swirling bright brown-ish eyes. She looked so happy! As fast as the moment had come, it was gone. She had turned away from me to go and get yet another drink, leaving me to stand there by myself, staring after her. Once I had gotten a grip of myself, I had a stern talking to myself in my head. Anyone watching too closely would think I had really gone insane. "Get over it, you're Kelly Jones for crying out loud!" They are the words that were running through my head for most of the night.

Annabelle, on the other hand, seemed completely unconcerned and unknowing about the argument she caused in my head. Actually, she didn't seem too concerned about anything at all at the present moment, I'm pretty sure she had no idea what the hell she was doing any more by this stage. She's definitely had more to drink tonight than she ever has before at a St. Trinians party. Well, it's going to make the next few hours hopefully much more interesting for me anyway. She came over and began dancing with me again, and my concern for the tipsy younger girl deepened as she tripped over herself and crashed into me. Looking around, no one else noticed, well no one that will remember it anyway. I think I saw Chelsea watching and laughing, but she's got some guy from the school down the road with her so she won't think twice about it in the morning.

I decided it's time for Belle to leave the party, before anything too embarrassing happens. I took her to the roof, where just a few weeks ago she managed to convince Flash to act gay around her father, just because she felt like it! It was, looking back, possibly the best prank anyone has ever pulled on Flash, and he doesn't even know it! It seemed like the right place to go to get some air into her head and try and sober her up a bit, but maybe I wasn't thinking straight either. I forgot about the 3 flights of stairs Belle and I were going to have to navigate our way up. It took 20 minutes, and a lot of whingeing on Belle's part, but we got there in the end. On the roof, once Belle started thinking straight, there was a look in her eyes screaming that she wanted to say something, so I sat there in silence waiting, but nothing came. She fell asleep on the roof, leaning against my shoulder, so I slept on the roof of St Trinians for the night!

I was first to wake up in the morning, no surprises there. I was sure Belle would be asleep for hours yet, and wake up with a massive hangover. I always say, the worse the hangover, the better the night before was. So there I was, no phone or any way of contacting the girls who were surely starting to wake by now, sitting happily on the roof in comfortable silence.

"Belle?" I tried to wake her up softly about an hour later. "It's time to get up, it's almost lunchtime, come on Belle."

"Huh? What happened? Where am I? SHIT! Kel, why are we on the roof?"

It was almost funny. Almost. Well, no that's a lie, it was hilarious to watch her wake up like that, but I didn't want to laugh at Belle waking up like that. She looked so lost and confused, so vulnerable at that moment, I just couldn't laugh at her.

"It's alright Belle, you had a bit much to drink at the party so I got you up here to get some air and you fell asleep."

It was about this time that I realised that I actually wanted to stay up on the roof with Belle. It was comfortable. The silence wasn't awkward, I felt happy sitting here with my best friend.

"Shit my head is throbbing. Did I do anything stupid Kel? Ohhh this is NOT good." And she started crying.

I sat there shocked, with Belle, one of the strongest girls I know, crying into my shoulder. She always keeps her emotions so in check, bottles everything up until it becomes too much I guess, kind of like me. I put my arms around her and hugged her to me, whispering soothing comments to her, trying to get her to stop crying.

Eventually she got some words out.

"Kel, I feel so out of control. I... I don't know what's happening." Belle sobbed, her words muffled on my shoulder so I could barely understand. I assumed she was talking about how her head felt after last night, I'd imagine it was fairly sore.

BELLE POV :)

I woke up for some reason on the roof leaning against Kelly Jones. I was so confused at that minute it wasn't funny at all, but I wanted to laugh.

"Huh? What happened? Where am I? SHIT! Kel, why are we on the roof?" was all I could manage to gasp out before my head started spinning and I collapsed back against Kel's strong shoulder.

"It's alright Belle, you had a bit much to drink at the party so i got you up here to get some air and you fell asleep." Kelly was trying to calm me down saying this, putting her arm around me to hold me upright, but it only made me feel worse. I'd made my best friend sleep on the roof!

"Shit my head is throbbing. Did I do anything stupid Kel? Ohhh this is NOT good!" I was seriously hoping I hadn't told Kelly any of the private thoughts and feelings that had been going through my head since the heist. It would ruin our friendship and I'd be left with Chelsea and the posh totty. Yay. It wasn't meant to happen like this. No. No. No. I started crying.

"Belle, you didn't do anything, everything's alright, you have nothing to worry about, you're safe here." Kel was whispering in my ear.

"Kel, I feel so out of control. I... I don't know what's happening."

It's a very harsh realisation, realising that you are falling for your best friend. I'm always so worried about what she thinks, and spend a fair amount of my spare time trying to think of witty comebacks for the smart-arse comments that are sure to come my way at some stage through the day, like always. Now wasn't the time to let all this out though, so I stopped crying and played it off as an extreme hangover. But I'm pretty sure Kelly Jones can see right through my lies and half-truths like that one.

At this stage, I was so embarrassed that I just wanted to curl up on my bed and sleep the day away, but that's not the way we do things here at St Trinians. No, Kelly wouldn't let me. She's going to want to 'talk' to me about my little outburst on the roof, but I don't think I want to tell her how I feel. Not until I know for sure how Kel feels. I don't want to lose her friendship over a silly little crush. Because that's all it is, right? I mean, right?