Honestly, I've been obsessed with the Ridonculous Race lately. They all have a lot of backstories we deserve to see. But I've always been curious about Jacques and Josee's past the most. There has been so many bits and pieces, that I just made this. Hope you enjoy. There should be quite a few chapters put into this.

WARNING- Jacsee has taken over my life. One of my top OTPs. This might be an issue.

Anyone who took one look at Josee would think she was a cold hearted, evil bitch. Nothing more than a selfish lunatic obsessed with winning. Almost anyone that knew her hated her.

But not Jacques. Jacques had known her way too long to come to that conclusion. He knew about her more than anyone else. He had been there for more. Though he could not deny that Josee could be a bitch, he actually knew why she was such a way.

He remembered when he had first met her. Only seven years old, he was taking ice skating lessons. He was wobbly, but still one of the best in his class. But nothing compared to what he was about to see.

In the midst of making a crooked figure eight, he noticed a little dark haired girl skating right past him. He never saw her in class before.

She skated hard. Amazingly, in fact. She couldn't have been more than five and she didn't even shake. It looked like a breeze for her. If he hadn't blinked, Jacques would have sworn she spun in the air.

He skated closer, only to see a woman who looked like the girl's mom frown at the child. Seeing her shake her head, the little girl stopped, panting slightly, seemingly disappointed.

"I'm trying, Mama," her squeaky voice pleaded.

Crossing her arms, the mother narrowed her eyes, only for the instructor's whistle to blow. Class was about to begin. As Jacques's own mother hugged him goodbye, he watched the little girl's just walk out, no love given at all.

"Your attention, children," the instructor, Annabelle called kindly. A dozen little skates drew in close around her. She stood next to the new little girl. "We have a new friend in our little class. Can you tell them your name, dear?"

The girl looked at them all solemnly, as if sizing them, before answering. "Josee Hart."

Annabelle beamed. "Josee here has been skating since she was three. I hope you all will be friendly and make her feel welcomed to our little group." The children all murmured an understanding. None were amused.

A small class, the instructor decided to take the struggling skaters first, letting the others practice. Jacques, a quiet boy, never liked this time. No one ever talked to him or tried to be his friend. He saw Josee was getting the same treatment. At the end of the rink, she looked alone.

Skating as fast as he could, he decided to try and be her friend. "You're really good," he said, scaring her into jumping slightly.

"I'm going to go to the Olympics and win gold," she replied, looking him up and down. "Mama never got her chance. . . Where did you get that outfit?"

Jacques blushed in embarrassment. He didn't know if she was making fun of him or not. "I, uh. . . I made it. All by myself."

Josee's eyes widened in disbelief. "I make my own, too! I'm kind of new at it though."

He looked at her outfit. It was purple and glittery. He could tell it was homemade, but it was still very good.

They were then called to practice. Before being taught anything, she asked to see how they were doing. All did fairly well, but Josee was doing the best. Twirling with ease, the other children looked on jealously.

"Jacques, your turn."

He was the last one to be seen. Heart pumping fast, he knew he was going to look lame compared to Josee. But he would try his best. He started out fairly easy. Just gliding his way around the rink. Then he decided he wanted to be brave. He was going to try and do a jump.

As he skated faster, he closed his eyes in fear. Feeling his feet leap off the ice, he was scared to look as he the skates landed on the ice again. Looking down in surprise, he grinned. He didn't hurt himself. He actually did it right.

The instructor clapped happily. Jacques was so proud until he looked at Josee. She didn't smile at all, just studied him more. He felt awful. He must have upset her.

He didn't get to talk to her for the rest of class. As he waited for his mother to come, he saw Josee untie her skates and out them in a little bag. She frowned to herself then looked up to Jacques.

"You skate really good, too."

A hand landed on Jacques's shoulder. The hand of his mother. As they walked to the door, he looked back to see Josee smile, missing one tooth.

"Is she new, mon cheri?" his mother asked, holding his hand as they left the rink.

Jacques nodded. "Her name is Josee, Maman. She is really good! Good enough for the Olympics!" He looked down, knowing he would not make it there.

His mother noticed the problem. "Mon chou, don't worry. You're excellent, as well." She smiled. "Perhaps when you're older, you'll be in the Olympics with her. " She looked behind at Josee, who sat patiently. "Where is her mother?"

Jacques shrugged. "I'm sure she's coming." He changed the subject back to the day's events. "Maman, I did a jump today! Everyone cheered and Josee told me I'm really good. Of course nothing like her, but. . ."

His smile smiled, listening to his stories. She had a feeling she was going to hear about and see this Josee more often.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! There will be a new chapter possibly tomorrow. I have like five other stories I need to update! I'm just really excited about this one! Have a great day/night!