I began hyperventilating right there on the spot, which was weird because normally I'm pretty cool in the freaking out department. I try to keep most things in life MINIMUM weirdness and stuff. After all I'm weird enough to power an entire jet plane on thought gas alone. And, no there isn't such a thing as thought gas. I made it up. See, WEIRDNESS.

After I was done flipping out I began to watch. The school was pretty much empty except for that one random girl who had passed me on a skateboard. I quickly caught up with her, using my freakishly long legs before I fell into step beside her.

She looked up at me with an odd look on her face-then down at my shoes. I glanced down too and was surprised to notice that I was wearing my favourite pair: brown and peach/fading pink Converse high tops with NOFX and Jack's Mannequin lyrics written in blue pen on the side. I looked over at her scraped over green high tops and realized they must have come from the same store as my own: The Salvation Army.

Then my usually logical and smart mind kicked in and I put one and one together. Skateboard, baseball cap, William Rose, fanfiction, cheese, Converse…what was my final solution? I jumped back a foot and yelled, "You're Sammy Keyes!"

She gave me a really funny look (I don't blame her) and nodded. The look was questioning and so I came up with the first thing on my mind.

"It's uh…your skateboard…ugh…" C'mon Charlie, think! "Umm…my sister! Yah she…um…saw you at the art gallery a couple of months ago. She was…ugh…impressed with the way you handled that robber guy. She said that you could be an easy linebacker" I smiled awkwardly and opened the main doors we had finally reached. She said thank you, and the sound of her voice astounded me. She sounded like any normal girl in my class back home. I had expected a deepish, sarcastic voice…like my own. But whatever. I had more important things to worry about: like what the hell I was doing.

"Are you new here or something?" she asked turning right down the empty hall. I hesitated. For a split second I did not know how to respond. But I soon recuperated.

"Umm…yah. Do you know where the main office is?" She nodded once and I think I might have seen her roll her eyes. But I could have been mistaken. It wouldn't be the first time, after all.

We got into the office and I was immediately asked a gazillion questions. Okay that's exaggerating, but you know what I mean. Turns out I was actually supposed to be here, a transfer student from Toronto. I went with it, smiling awkwardly as usual. My blonde hair moved slightly in the breeze made by the pathetic fan in the corner, and I itched my head cautiously. It was then that I realized how hot it was and I began to sweat in an uncomfortable manner, blowing the bangs out of my eyes.

I was in Mrs. Ambler's homeroom so the secretary gave Sammy her late slip and asked her to direct me. She also told me I'd get my locker number and combination during lunch, and to just keep all my stuff (which was miraculously with me) in Mrs. Ambler's room for the time being.

Sammy and I walked silently through the clean halls, our high tops stepping into perfect Converse sync mode. I soon messed up the pattern-perfection gives me the creeps. Sammy broke the silence a little ways in through the foreign halls.

"What's your name?" She asked abruptly, startling me for a second.

"Charlie Schulz. But just call me Charlie." I answered as soon as I got my ability to speak normally back again.

"Oh. Cool." She replied simply and silence fell once more. I cleared my throat awkwardly but she didn't look up. I finally decided to start conversation up mildly.

"So…how bout them Jays, eh?" I asked with a laugh. It was a normal topic back home, what with me living in a city with lots of terrible sports teams: Raptors, Leafs, Jays… I figured she'd get it and laugh along, coming up with some witty response like most of my friends would. And then my brain started working. Oh, right.

"Huh? Jays? What are you talking about?" she asked in a slightly strangled voice. I mentally smacked myself and stumbled my way through my next words.

"Um you know…Blue Jays?" she shook her head. "Oh…they're a baseball team. Not very good mind you…do you play baseball?" I asked already knowing her answer. Of course: she plays catcher with her dad's glove. Wow, if she wasn't a fictional character I would totally be considered stocker like. But then again…was she fictional?

She began blabbering on about one of the only sports I cannot stand. No offence to anyone who likes baseball but…it's soo boring! I mean hockey? That's a real sport. Football? Real sport!

I patiently waited until she was done her rant and it was soon silent again. A couple seconds later she walked up to one of the many lockers covering the walls and began to spin the dial on the lock. When the door opened I noticed there was a solitary picture magnetized to it. The photo was her, a girl with long curly hair who I assumed to be Marissa, a girl with a beauty mark on her cheek-Dot- and a cautious looking girl with medium length, straight, brown hair. Must be Holly. They were sitting on the steps of an old porch. Wonder who's…ah silly me. Of course-Hudson's famous porch.

The bell made me jump as I got lost in this picture. Sammy must have also been dazed because she jolted like my sister does in Mulan when that guy's head pops out of the snow bank. Like, crazy mad jolt dude.

"Sorry," she said obviously still lost in thought, "I'll show you to Mrs. Ambler's, give her my slip and then I'll take you to your next class. Wait it's history…mine too. We've got," She checked her homerun watch, "two minutes. C'mon let's go."

I followed her, as the hallways filled up, feeling not unlike a sheep. I hated myself for the feeling of assimilation but shook it off. If weren't for assimilation I wouldn't be typing this out on a computer because my family probably wouldn't have bought one.

I smashed myself into the lockers as hundreds of hormonal teenagers made their way by me. Some of them would accidently brush my arm, or the bottom of my shoe and I was full of disgust. Ugh…how I hate people and their revolting habits.

I bumped into Sammy as she stopped suddenly, and she had her head down-looking at her feet. I glanced over her head and saw someone wearing baggy pants looking at me oddly.

He had brownish red hair.

He had cute freckles.

But most importantly-he had chocolate brown eyes.

And it was at that moment that I realized the fan-fictioners were wrong. Completely wrong. So unbelievably wrong it was unimaginative. Because Casey Acosta was not hot.

Casey Acosta was gorgeous.

A/N: Quick sorry to those who like baseball, or enjoy using the word hot to describe male figures. I personally do not like either :)

I am tired because I went to bed at midnight last night-then had to get up at 7 this morning for school. But I have a good excuse-I was watching Jack's Mannequin and The Fray rock their hearts on the stage of the Molson Amphitheater.

OH MY GOSH—IT WAS AMAZING!!!!!!!