A/N: Its so unfair Chris doesn't have his own section, he's got so many books, it'd be hard to, y'know, make a seperate page for them all. This is Fran/Neil.
Summary: Maybe Kipp was right...maybe her story WASN'T true. Fran/Neil.
Disclaimer: "Chainletter" belongs to Christipher Pike, as do these characters.
"Gramma, I'm going out for abit, ok?" Fran called over her shoulder, adusting one of the sleeves of her blue t-shirt, and flicking a peice of invisble lint off her blue jeans.
"Ok sweet, don't be gone for too long!" Her grandmother croaked in a voice that was rough from many years of smoking.
She stepped out the door, and took a deep breath. Fresh air.
She exhaled, slightly louder then she meant to, making it sound more like she was sighing. The truth was, she was sighing, a stressful sigh.
She was scared, or worried, more like, wondering if The Caretaker would kidnap or harm her for not baring herself to the entire school during lunch.
She was now in a small woodsy clearing, with many trees that looked like they very well might have been planted there instead of growing naturally where they currently resided. She sat in the grass and put the earphones of her walkman on her ears.
Her favorite song played. She looked to see if anyone could see her, then slid up to her feet, ready to put some of those jazz dance classes from when she was 8, to use.
She did a small clumsy little spin, so clumsy, she had to jump to regain her balance. She put her hands in the air and waved them around to the beat of the music. Suddenly, the guitar solo began, and she let loose. Dancing like an idiot but ignoring that part of her brain saying she looked like an imbecile.
Little did she know, she was being watched by none other then Neil, who had a slightly glazed look in his eyes.
He watched her clumsy turns and spins, a slight smile tugging at his lips. She'd been the only girl who hadn't completley disregarded him. He knew of her crush on him, and he was very flattered by it, that a girl as pretty as her could like him. He watched her sway her hips abit. She had an hour glass sfigure, but she wasn't dangeriously skinny, with a chubbier figure slightly resembling Marylin Monroe.
He slowly advanced on her. She couldn't hear the leaves breaking under his shoes over her walkman.
"Hello." He chirped.
"AHHHHH!" She attempted to turn toward him but tripped over a rock and fell into him.
It would be romantic to say he caught her, but he was far to frail to do that, so they both tubled to the ground.
"Neil!" She half squealed half yelled when she saw who she had fallen onto. "How did you...what did you...huh?"
"Shhh..." He said, now slightly ontop of her, which he was greatful for, she weighed a good 20 or 30 pounds more then him.
She quited down, not really wanting to be seen straddled by her crush.
Before she could do much of anything he planted a firm but gentle kiss on her lips. He eyes widened.
"Mmgh mmmg!" she mumbled, regretting it as he took this as a sign of her wanting to be french kissed.
And so, Fran received her first kiss, and french kiss, from a boy who she loved...who also put her under his spell...
The End.