Hi All! This is my first fanfic. I have decided to rewrite the first 2 chapters and complete the story. I am on holiday for another month, so hopefully I'll get round to updating a lot

Hope you enjoy !

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Pheew. I'd finally done it. Now I just had to wait…it was killing me. I fidgeted with my long brown hair. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything, maybe I should just walk away, maybe I should just…BEEP BEEP! My eyes widened…he'd replied! My heart pounded as I brought my eyes up to meet the screen:

BoyDilz: Are you SERIOUS!?!?!

Wait! That's all he had to say? 'Are you serious?' I shook my head disbelievingly as I leaned back in my chair wondering what to say next. Obviously I was serious! I mean, who'd lie about something like that? BEEP BEEP! My body jerked to attention - there was more!?

BoyDilz: " That's SO awesome!!!!! When you coming??? I cant BELIEVE it Elle!'

I let out a sigh as I sagged with relief. Then the happiness kicked it. He was glad! He sounded happy, excited even! Right?

E=mc2: I'll be there in month for 3 weeks. My hands shook with a mixture of relief and excitement as I pecked at the keyboard. I considered asking if HE was serious, about being excited and all, but decided it'd make me sound insure and dorky. And that was one thing I didn't want to come across as. So I left it.

OK, so who was I kidding? I'd been chatting to Dylan over the 'net for about 2 years now. Ok, so 2 years, 4 months and 1 week, if you want to get technical, which I usually do considering my love of maths and science. He was my best friend, he knew EVERYTHING about me...except what I looked like…we had decided not to show each other our pictures as we agreed it didn't matter to our friendship.

Neither of us had myspace or facebook pages either. I mean, like I'd only have 3 or maybe 4 friends so what was the point? I mean the whole school thought I was a maths geek, and now I want to announce it for the whole WORLD to see? I don't think so.

So anyway, where was I? Oh right, going to see Dylan. I still wasn't sure if it was a great idea, but I couldn't exactly back out now. The thing was, my sister wanted to go check out this performing art school there. The Alberquerque School of Performing Arts to be precise. It apparently has "the most too DIE for drama programme Gabi! You just HAAAAVE to SEE it!" Thus, I was going along (dragged along?) with her to have a look. You see, Amy tends to get her way. She lives the saying 'If you've got it, flaunt it' except, like everything she does, she takes it to the extreme.

And I'm talking extreme as in a micro-mini and high heels to fetch the paper out the post box! Ok, so she was voted "Hottest Bod" last year in our sophomore year, a title usually reserved for a senior, but still! I tend to dismiss that notion and dress pretty conservatively. Well anything below mid-thigh would be considered conservative next to Amy. That's the other thing I hate. We're always being compared. I mean, I get that we're identical twins and all but please! Just REFRAIN people! Like you're sooooo original! Like I haven't heard it every day of my life. No one seems to be able to mention one of us, without uttering the 'other' in the next sentence.

That's why I love Dylan. Wait. Chatting to Dylan…love CHATTING to Dylan. Um…anyway, he knows about Amy, but never mentions her or asks about her, unless I bring it up, which isn't often. Besides, we chat about so many other things, it doesn't really matter. We chat every day, even if it's just a text to say good night. He's so sweet! That's why I wasn't sure about going to meet him. What if he thinks I'm ugly? What if I get so nervous that my brain freezes and I my mouth spews out...word vomit??? Then he'll think I'm an idiot and not want to be my friend anymore? Then I'll have lost my best friend just coz I wanted to meet him! Oh my god! What have I done!?! I don't want to meet him, I cant deal with the stress, I don't think I can do this. I can't even talk to Taylor about this. I mean, she knows about Dylan, but not about how close we are. She just doesn't get it. I know her, she's just too logical about everything and... BEEP BEEP! And BREATHE...

BoyDilz: You ok there Elle?

I smiled at the use of my nickname. Only he calls that and that's the way I like it.

BoyDilz: You're nervous, aren't you?

My smile widened. I couldn't decide if I loved or hated the way he does that, knows exactly what I'm thinking.

E=mc2: Um, yeah. A little!

An hour later I closed my laptop feeling a hundred times better. Dylan had managed to calm me down, as per usual, and assure me that nothing I do in person will change the way he feels about me after knowing each other for over 2 years. I closed my eyes and smiled. Maybe it was a good idea after all.

"GABEEEE!", Amy screeched as she bounded into my room.

"Knock much Amz?" I asked sarcastically.

She jumped onto my bed snatching Snuggles, my most prized teddy into her arms, ignoring my comment. Typical.

"You'll never guess what?" she demanded!

"What?" I replied dutifully. "Shaun Hunter just asked me out! And I told him I'd love to go!" she said excitedly.

My jaw dropped."That's awesome Amy, I'm really glad for you!" You see, as much as Amy claims to be in love with a different guy every week I know she's had a thing for Shaun for…well, forever.

"Seems like he finally realised what a true beaut you are," I said teasing.

"This is no joking matter Gabs!" her eyes wide. "This is serious. Its like the biggest night of the YEAR!" she said, deadly serious.

"Um, personally, I would've thought the biggest night of the year was the night before the SAT's?" Amy rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean!"

I nodded. Suuuure I did! Amy looked down and fiddled with Snuggles' ears. She bought her eyes up to meet mine. "NO!" I said firmly.

"Gabi, you don't even know what I'm going to say," she whined. I knew that look. I knew what it meant and that was: Nothing Good. Note the use of capitals there!

"Well, if the last time you looked at me like that is any indication, I don't think this time will be any better," I stated.

"Oh come ON! It was not that bad and you know it!"

The funny thing was, I truly didn't.

Last time I'd been talked, cajoled and basically threatened with death into going to a party on a week night ,repeat: week night, at some random guys house. Ok, so it was Craig, the most popular guy in school's house. And it was wild! Like girls basically walking around naked, grinding themselves on the guys, um…thing!

To make matters worse, I wasn't dressed correctly. I thought jeans and a cute t-shirt was OK, but this was clearly a mini skirt and boob-tube kinda event. I also stood out because I refused to dance. I had my reasons. Number 1: I wasn't asked and number 2: even if I had've been asked, the answer would've been NO! I mean, obviously I would've been expected to dance like those sluts (sorry Amy!) and there's no way I was going to do that! So I stood there trying hard not to look to closely everyone dancing in case someone mistook it for a desire to have stand-up sex in front of the entire school. I tried to ignore all the couples stumbling upstairs to endeavours unknown (ok, I did know, I was trying my hardness to pretend I didn't) groping each other all the while. So instead I was forced to watch a bunch of drunk guys try to play football with a Frisbee.

As I made my way outside some idiot spilt their entire beer on my shirt. I yelped in surprise at the coolness. "Hey hey boys! Look who we have here…Geeky Gabi!" The fact that I was the cheerleading captain's sister clearly didn't mean much.

They continued. "You out here looking for a good time?," sneered Adam.

"Coz I certainly wouldn't mind tapping THAT!" agreed Rob. Huh?

"I mean she's probably never even kissed a guy! She's like the purest girl in school man! Oh yeah, we could definitely show you a thing or two geek", Adam said as he advanced, a glint in his eye. Ok, no!

This HUGE guy, Matt I think, reached forward to grab my shoulder. I froze for a second. Then as if on fast forward I turned and bolted through the sliding-doors, the jocks laughter fading in the background.

I spent the next 20 minuets trying to find Amy and Hayley for a ride home. This proved to be difficult as everyone was basically smashed by this time. Eventually after someone informed me they both were upstairs, I decided to enough was enough, being one in the morning, and left.

I trudged home, sticky, smelly and wet. Never again, I though venomously, my feet pounding the sidewalk. Half an hour later, standing in my driveway I realised I didn't have keys. Shit shit shit! Now what?! I sighed as I prepared to climb the tree. Halfway up my jeans got caught on a branch and ripped. My favourite pair I thought miserably.

I yanked my leg up and swung onto my balcony. OOOF! I lost my balance fell onto the balcony with a thud. Out the corner of my eye I saw my parents bedroom light switch on. DAMNIT! My heart started to pound. I tried to open the French doors to my bedroom. Not a budge. Little drops of sweat started to form on my forehead as I ran to Amy's door. Score! I ran through her room and into mine, careful not to make a noise. My breath quickened as I stripped off my clothes and yanked my PJ's on.

"Gabi?" my mom called out curiously as she walked in my room.

"I'm in the bathroom," I replied shakily. She came in and immediately frowned. Busted, I thought. Well and truly busted. She stepped closer eyeing me intently. "Are you OK?" she asked.

"Um, I'm not feeling too well," I replied praying for mercy.

"Hmmm, you don't look well." She touched my forehead and her frown deepened. "You feel hot and flushed. Let's get you some Tylenol. Do you feel nauseous?"

I couldn't believe it! A way out! A light at the end of the tunnel!

"Yes?" it came out more of a question. "Ok, you just climb into bed and I'll bring you some medicine." She said as she walked away. I was so relieved I almost broke out into a happy dance, but was just to exhausted to and so reverted to looking skyward, adding a quick 'Thank you!'

The next morning as my parents and Amy prepared to leave, thoughts about killing Amy rushed through my head. I had totally forgotten. Today was the Scholastic Decathlon's biggest meet of the year so far. Taylor was going to murder me! My mom insisted I'd stay home from school as I 'wasn't feeling well' no matter who much I protested and demonstrated that I was fine. 110% fine!

Thus, the last time Amy looked at me like that I'd been: Used a an alcoholic trash can, been exposed to sexual acts between people I KNEW, had sexual advances made toward me, ripped my favourite jeans, got a huge bruise from falling over the balcony, nearly been caught sneaking out, had to lie to my mom AND missed the scholastic decathlon meeting, which we LOST! All in all, NOT a happy memory.

I looked at Amy and sighed. "What is it this time?" I asked, not entirely sure I wanted to know the answer.

"Weellll, I kinda told Shaun that we'd double date."

"WHAT!?" I nearly fell off my chair. "Why the heck would you tell him that?" I demanded

"Well, um, you see"

"Spit it out Amz".

"Imreallynervousandthougtthatit'dbebetterifyouwerethere", she said really quickly. I looked at her wearily. "Ok, explain", I said."

Well, like I said Gabs, this is really huge deal for me and I thought that if you were that it wouldn't be awkward if something doesn't go right." She looked me in the eye. "I'm sorry, but I was so scared when he asked and I just blurted it out and then I couldn't take it back. Especially as Shaun said he knows the perfect guy to be your date!"

Oh great, sell me the sob story, why don't cha? "So who is this supposedly perfect guy then?"I took a deep breath, preparing for the answer.

"James Parker." She said watching me intently.

My eyebrows shot up. "The basketball player?" I asked incredulously.

"Um, yeah. The one and only," she giggled. Ok, so James wasn't bad. I didn't know him, just knew of him. I'd never heard anything bad about him so I guess Shaun could've chosen worse...like Adam, the spawn of Satan himself. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't happy about this by any stretch of the imagination. I mean James was tall. Waaay tall. And the word most commonly used to describe me? Petite. As in waaay short.

I sighed, knowing I wasn't going to get let off. I closed my eyes and smiled grimly. "Sure", I said, "why not?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" I covered my ears as Amy's excited screech filled the house. She chucked Snuggles aside, as she jumped up and danced on my bed. All thoughts of Dylan were designated to the back of my mind as I thought of my impending "date" with James.

"So when's this grand affair?" I asked.

"This Friday Gabs!" she shouted, still dancing.

It was Wednesday.

I sighed.

The things we do for the people we love.

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