Author's note: Hey guys, I'm usually a Big Time Rush writer but I started watching this show and decided to give it a shot. I'm stuck on what to call this pairing. Should we call them Grevie? If this catches on, you all heard it from here first. ;)

In other news, this is dedicated to stacey890 who is one of my great friends and kind of suggested this. So if you guys want me to do a one-shot, PM me and I will!

Enjoy :)

Stevie would have been fine if she hadn't stopped to buy more hamster food for Elise. She could only blame herself for her lack of intelligent friends. In her defense she hadn't really believed that they'd leave her alone in the store if she took more than two minutes. But now here she was, standing alone on the side of the curve, waiting for a taxi to come pick her up.

Stevie hugged her jacket closer to her as a chilly breeze shifted through the air. Her brown eyes lit up when she saw the yellow taxi coming her way as she raised her hand to signal it.

"Thank god. . ." She mumbled to herself as she opened the door and slid in. She mentally sighed when she her a familiar giggle from the other end of the cab.

"You look awful!"

Stevie turned her head to be met with the innocent – yet judgmental face of one of the "perfs", Grace.

"What do you want, Grace?" Stevie asked. "I'm not in the mood."

Grace giggled and pulled her pink purse to her lap, digging through it. "Look what I got. It's a puppy!" The blonde stated, beaming brightly.

Stevie shook her head. "It's just a picture of one."

"Yes, but my grandma sent it to me, so it really is special. Do you like it?"

"Yeah, I guess. Why?"

Grace suddenly looked down. "Molly didn't like it. She said I needed to get my head in the game, but I didn't know what game we were playing so she left without me. . ."

Stevie, being as tough as she is, felt sorry for Grace. "Why are you even friends with her?"

Grace shrugged. "She makes me feel special. . .and perfect."

"You do realize that no one likes you guys, right?"

"People like me!" Grace exclaimed, eyes wide. "Besides, they're just tots ridic."

Stevie shuddered. "Please don't say those words. They make me want to vomit."

"Sorry." The rest of the ride was silent until Grace had an idea. "Why don't you be my friend?"

She looked so hopeful that Stevie didn't really know how to respond. Did she want to be her friend? No, not really. Did she need more friends?

. . .Maybe.

"Why do you want to be my friend? You hate me, remember?"

Grace waved a hand at her. "I only hate you because Molly tells me to."

"Don't you still want to be a perf?"

"Yep!" Grace nodded furiously, smile staying on her face the whole time.

Stevie sighed. "You can't be my friend and be a perf, Grace."

"Maybe we can be friends in secret. What are you doing on Valentine's day?"

"Why?" Stevie asked uneasily.

"Because Molly has a date and I kind of like Nelson." Grace blushed. "Maybe you could help me get a date with him. You could let me borrow your closet and you can borrow some of my stuff. Oh, and we can to each other's nails and hair. Yay, this is going to be fun!" She clapped excitedly and started plugging Stevie's phone information into her own pink phone.

Stevie couldn't help but smile.

So, eh. Wasn't that good but I'm trying to get a feel for these characters. So review and let me know what you think? :)