AN: Well, as I stated before, I am doing another story revolving around Mickie James. This time, it will be around how she met her friend's little brother. So, Marie Harris, Mickie's close friend, is going to be introduced to Marie's little brother, Michael. This is basically going to be the first chapter, and then the rest of the story is going to revolve around their growing friendship. Thank you, and please enjoy.

Chapter One: First Impressions Are Important

It is funny, if you sort of think about it. Well, it is no laughing matter, but it is strange, which would be a better way of putting things. Marie Harris's life growing up was hell, and that was putting it lightly, ladies and gentlemen. Her parents were miserable human beings, and they tried to pass on that misery that they experienced with each other to the both of them. Her mother was miserable, and barely did anything that a mother was suppose to do. Then one day she just up and left. Almost no one in the family even cared, which suited everyone even fine. The father was the same way in the way that the mother was described, only worse. Oh, boy was he worse than the mother.

The old man of the two was an abusive piece of shit, which is the best way to describe him nicely, not that you would want to. Marie managed to take as much as she could, which was a lot, and then an outside force managed to remove the abusive father from her life, and save her from an unknown fate. Who managed to do that? That is something where that answer will come soon enough, my readers.

Now, maybe you have noticed that when I referred to Marie earlier, I referred to her in a plural sense. That would usually mean that there is another person that should be mentioned in this story. You would be right, because Marie had a little brother, and his name is Michael.

The thing about Michael is that even though he went through the same amount of abuse that Marie went through, he still managed to be a unique, and brilliant young man. Marie is still in amazement at his brilliance. He had long blonde hair that reached his shoulders, his icy blue eyes were hidded behind reader's glasses, not that he needed them. Michael loved to read, and write stories, and at a young age, he was highly independant. Marie could not be happier that she had such a gem for a little brother.

That is what Mickie knew about Michael and Marie. She was closer to her to Marie, and for a little while did not know that Marie even had a little brother. Basically, Mickie moved into Marie's house after a nasty divorce from her husband. A little while afterwards, she was formally introduced to Michael, and he seemed to be a nice kid, but he refused to look her in the eye when they first met. It was not because he did not like her, it was just the opposite. He had a crush on her from the moment that he saw her.

Michael still remembered the first time that he met her...

Michael sat in his room, waiting for his sister Marie to return home. Before she left, Marie told him that she was moving in one of her friends that was kicked out by her husband. Her name was Mickie, and Michael did not question her decision to move her friend in. He really could not question it, but he left it alone none the less. Michael wondered what was taking her so long, and then heard the front door unlocking, and two female voices in the living room below.

Michael slowly moved towards the top of the steps, and saw his sister talking to, in Michael's eyes at least, the most beautiful woman that he saw for his sixteen years. She was full figured, had her hair in a pony tail, and wore tight blue jeans that hugged to her hips, and a tight black t-shirt with a heart on it.

Michael was so caught up in checking her out, that when she looked in his direction, he quickly hid from view until his sister called his name.

"Michael? Come help Mickie with her stuff." Marie called out. Michael seriously contemplated not moving from that spot, but he knew that it was going to be trouble if he didn't. Michael sighed, and slowly made his way down the steps.

Michael came down the steps, and Mickie smiled at him.

"You are Michael, right? Marie has told me so much about you." Mickie said, smiling at him. Michael looked at her briefly, and smiled back.

"Mike, help her with her stuff, alright? It is in my truck." Marie said, pointing towards her big black truck outside.

"Where do you want me to put it?" Michael asked the two.

"Out of the way in the living room." Marie answered. Michael nodded, and went out to fetch the stuff as his sister told him to do.

All the while, the whole time I mean, Michael was busy moving Mickie's stuff into the house, the young teen could not help but think about the look that Mickie gave him. She smiled at him, and whenever he would think about it, he would blush and giggle about it. Michael could not stop thinking about her, and it sort of scared him. Why would he be feeling this way about someone that he had just met. Could he really love her, or was it just a crush?

He could not think about it now, because he just had to finish moving all of this stuff in before...

(Raindrops start falling)

...it started to rain.

"Fucking great. It is raining." Michael growled.

Well, good news, and bad news. Michael managed to get the boxes in all on his own. It took a little while, but he managed to do it. The bad news? Michael got soaked doing it. It was raining like mad when he got to the last few boxes. Michael got the last of Mickie's stuff into the house, and stood there, letting out a sneeze. The sneeze caused Marie to enter the room.

"Change out of that stuff and go upstairs and get warm, before you catch a cold." Marie said.

"Too late." Michael said, sneezing before heading upstairs.

It was late at night, and Michael quickly changed into his pajamas, and got ready for bed. He was sneezing all day, and this made him feel a lot worse than he already did. Michael was about to get into bed when he heard a knock at his bedroom door.

"Come in." Michael said with a sneeze. He thought that it was his sister, but to his surprise, it was Mickie instead, dressed in only a t-shirt.

"Uh, hi?" Michael said in a confused voice.

"Hey, I just wanted to say thanks for moving my stuff in." Mickie smiled. Michael smiled back, and nodded. Michael was about to get into bed, but Mickie walked over and gave him a hug, and a kiss on the forehead.

"Goodnight." Mickie said, giving him one last smile before leaving and shutting the door behind her.

Michael crawled into bed, and was soon asleep after his head hit the pillow.

AN: Just a short and sweet little introduction to the story at hand. As for what is going to happen next time, that is still up in the air. Thanks for reading, and please enjoy.