Adding it Up
Description: What happens when you mix Bobbi the Bullet, Smooth talking Billy, Catie Roth and a jealous Jamie Waite at a Motocross race? This!!! A story for all you J/C er's.
Disclaimer: Waaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!!!! Not mine! I hate Disney for canceling it to add MORE Lizzie Maguire shows, she has enough already!!
Rating: PG
Catie Roth turned around, sweeping a chunk of hair behind her ear. She hated motocross racing, and yet here she was, standing at one. She wouldn't have come, but Jamie had asked her and she always had a hard time turning him down. She watched as Brooke Lanier ran around in a giant cone hat, selling snow cones, and the "Super Squad" near by, talking.
"Probably comparing IQ's," she thought dryly. She was bored and cranky. She couldn't wait to go home and get away from all the noisy racers. She loved Jamie's motorcycle, but this was just too much. As if on cue, Jamie Waite rolled up beside her and removed his helmet.
He ran a hand through his spikes before turning to Catie, "Hey," he grinned." "
Hi," Catie grumbled.
She dusted dirt from the ground off her skirt for the hundredth time that day. Jamie kept on smiling as he reached out and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. He opened his mouth to say something but he was cut off by the sound of a roaring motor.
A bike rode up next to his and the rider removed it's helmet revealing a teenage girl with brown hair. The words "?The Bullet?" were stitched on her shirt.
"Hey Jamie," she smiled flirtatiously, "Long time, no see."
Jamie's face filled with surprise as his dark eyes clouded with memories.
"Bobbi," he said at last.
"I've missed ya," Bobbi said, "Have you missed me?," she asked pouting her lips slightly.
Jamie didn't say anything and his eyes lowered to the ground.
"Won't this be like old times, me beating you at racing and all ?," she continued, " I can't wait for that, see ya out there," she said before racing off, leaving them in a cloud of dust.
"Who the hell was that?', Catie asked, fanning away the dust.
Jamie sighed, " Bobbi, my ex-girlfriend and one of the best riders there is."
Catie's eyes widened, "Really?!," she stared after her.
"Yeah," he replied sheepishly, replacing his helmet, "Look, I gotta go," he mumbled. He drove off quickly. "Jamie," she started, but he was already gone.
Sighing, she turned around and bumped into someone carrying a giant snow cone.
"Ahhh!", she screamed as the freezing ice poured down her shirt. She jumped away trying to shake out the ice.
" I'm so sorry!!," the person cried out.
He tried to help her brush the ice out but she smacked his hand away angrily. He stood there lost and then decided to give her his shirt to wear since he had a white muscle shirt on underneath.
"Here," he said, offering her his black shirt.
Catie looked up, completely pissed off, but her expression softened when she saw his sad face. Sighing, she took the shirt and disappeared into the girl's bathroom. When she came out, he was standing there waiting for her.
"Thanks for the shirt," she mumbled. "
It's the least I could do after spilling the ice on you, I insist on buying you something to apologize," he replied quickly.
"No, it's okay, it was my fault too, I wasn't looking where I was going," she replied.
"Still, I feel bad, " he said, "Let me make it up to you." "
Look, I don't care, but I might have to wear your shirt for awhile," she said.
"Fine," he smiled, "So.......what's your name?", he asked.
"Catie, Catie Roth," she answered.
"Well Catie, my name's Billy, it's nice to meet you though I'm sure I've seen you around school before, do you go to Kingsport High?", he asked.
"Yeah, that's me," she said.
"Right," he continued, " You're the gorgeous goth girl."
Catie gave him a disbelieving smirk and rolled her eyes, " Yeah, whatever," she said, and began walking away.
"Hey, " he called after her, he ran to catch up," I only said it because it's true....and I was hoping you might want to hang out since I'm not really here with anyone."
"Well," Catie said looking around, "Okay, I'm bored anyway." They sat down at the row of the nearest bleachers and began talking.
Description: What happens when you mix Bobbi the Bullet, Smooth talking Billy, Catie Roth and a jealous Jamie Waite at a Motocross race? This!!! A story for all you J/C er's.
Disclaimer: Waaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!!!! Not mine! I hate Disney for canceling it to add MORE Lizzie Maguire shows, she has enough already!!
Rating: PG
Catie Roth turned around, sweeping a chunk of hair behind her ear. She hated motocross racing, and yet here she was, standing at one. She wouldn't have come, but Jamie had asked her and she always had a hard time turning him down. She watched as Brooke Lanier ran around in a giant cone hat, selling snow cones, and the "Super Squad" near by, talking.
"Probably comparing IQ's," she thought dryly. She was bored and cranky. She couldn't wait to go home and get away from all the noisy racers. She loved Jamie's motorcycle, but this was just too much. As if on cue, Jamie Waite rolled up beside her and removed his helmet.
He ran a hand through his spikes before turning to Catie, "Hey," he grinned." "
Hi," Catie grumbled.
She dusted dirt from the ground off her skirt for the hundredth time that day. Jamie kept on smiling as he reached out and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. He opened his mouth to say something but he was cut off by the sound of a roaring motor.
A bike rode up next to his and the rider removed it's helmet revealing a teenage girl with brown hair. The words "?The Bullet?" were stitched on her shirt.
"Hey Jamie," she smiled flirtatiously, "Long time, no see."
Jamie's face filled with surprise as his dark eyes clouded with memories.
"Bobbi," he said at last.
"I've missed ya," Bobbi said, "Have you missed me?," she asked pouting her lips slightly.
Jamie didn't say anything and his eyes lowered to the ground.
"Won't this be like old times, me beating you at racing and all ?," she continued, " I can't wait for that, see ya out there," she said before racing off, leaving them in a cloud of dust.
"Who the hell was that?', Catie asked, fanning away the dust.
Jamie sighed, " Bobbi, my ex-girlfriend and one of the best riders there is."
Catie's eyes widened, "Really?!," she stared after her.
"Yeah," he replied sheepishly, replacing his helmet, "Look, I gotta go," he mumbled. He drove off quickly. "Jamie," she started, but he was already gone.
Sighing, she turned around and bumped into someone carrying a giant snow cone.
"Ahhh!", she screamed as the freezing ice poured down her shirt. She jumped away trying to shake out the ice.
" I'm so sorry!!," the person cried out.
He tried to help her brush the ice out but she smacked his hand away angrily. He stood there lost and then decided to give her his shirt to wear since he had a white muscle shirt on underneath.
"Here," he said, offering her his black shirt.
Catie looked up, completely pissed off, but her expression softened when she saw his sad face. Sighing, she took the shirt and disappeared into the girl's bathroom. When she came out, he was standing there waiting for her.
"Thanks for the shirt," she mumbled. "
It's the least I could do after spilling the ice on you, I insist on buying you something to apologize," he replied quickly.
"No, it's okay, it was my fault too, I wasn't looking where I was going," she replied.
"Still, I feel bad, " he said, "Let me make it up to you." "
Look, I don't care, but I might have to wear your shirt for awhile," she said.
"Fine," he smiled, "So.......what's your name?", he asked.
"Catie, Catie Roth," she answered.
"Well Catie, my name's Billy, it's nice to meet you though I'm sure I've seen you around school before, do you go to Kingsport High?", he asked.
"Yeah, that's me," she said.
"Right," he continued, " You're the gorgeous goth girl."
Catie gave him a disbelieving smirk and rolled her eyes, " Yeah, whatever," she said, and began walking away.
"Hey, " he called after her, he ran to catch up," I only said it because it's true....and I was hoping you might want to hang out since I'm not really here with anyone."
"Well," Catie said looking around, "Okay, I'm bored anyway." They sat down at the row of the nearest bleachers and began talking.