A/N: Really random thought. Couldn't decide on a suitable ending, so I decided to throw it up anyway just in case someone here loves it. Just in case. This is based on the assumption that Franny & Lewis are both the same age, and Lewis still legally has to attend a school. I love him, I really do. :)

"…But then she did something to her hair, looks hideous, don't know why she bothers," Franny's so called 'friend' chattered on, as they walked into their homeroom for the first day of year 8. High school. Franny was terrified, and it showed on her rosy cheeks. Brushing jet-black hair from her face, she nervously studied the new people around her, looking for a kind smile to exchange. The two girls skipped down to the end row and carelessly dropped their school things on the back tables as the final bell rang.

"…and then he asked her out! Can you believe it? What nerve, he's nowhere near her league," Sarah continued noisily, as their teacher entered the classroom.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Mrs. Framagucci, or Lorraine if it's too hard to remember. Some of you will know me as Franny's mum," the woman smiled, winking at her daughter. Franny groaned inwardly, looking down at her feet as heads swivelled in her direction and her cheeks burned. Thanks, mum. "Welcome to your first day of high school. I'm sure you're all nervous, but really, it's not quite as hard as it's all cracked up to be. I can't say the same for my music students, you're in for a rough ride," She grinned, making a third of the students moan. "Now, seeing as I don't know most of your names, I want everyone, one at a time, to stand up where they're sitting and say their name and…their greatest accomplishment. What has made you proud. Would you like to go first, please?" She asked politely, pointing with a conductor's baton to a red-haired girl in the very back corner. The freckled girl's eyes grew wide, but nevertheless she stood up and spoke in a very high voice, "Hello…my name is Claire, and…well, I have five gymnastics medals." Everyone clapped as she sat down, and the next young boy stood up.

"The name's Luke. I can jump like Spiderman." Mrs. Framagucci rolled her eyes, but smiled as she pointed to the next student along the line. It continued for a few minutes, the girls blushingly revealing talents while the boys tried to out-do each others' boasts.

"I went to the Olympics for burger-eating!"

"I've outrun Cathy Freeman!"

"I recorded my second album with Santana yesterday!"

"I've kissed Marilyn Monroe!"

"Re-eally? The dead one?" Mrs. Framagucci laughed, cocking one eyebrow at the boy with a hand on her slim waist.

"She's dead? Aw, man…"

The jokes got better and better. Sarah would occasionally whisper little remarks to Franny, along the lines of, "He wishes!" or "You know, I wouldn't be surprised if he's actually done that…" to the point where Franny's mother began throwing the pair stern glances. She didn't do anything about it though until a thin boy in the front row with very blonde hair stood up, and Sarah giggled, "He's pretty cute!"

"Franny, can you sit down here from now on please? You two can stop distracting the class," Mrs. Framagucci said firmly, tapping the spare seat next to the familiar looking blonde boy.

"Lucky," Sarah whispered, as Franny rolled her eyes. Her mother turned back to the young man as Franny scooted in next to him.

"Sorry, what was your name again, love?"

"Lewis," he mumbled, pushing round glasses up the bridge of his nose. Franny suddenly remembered where she'd seen him before. 'I…think you're right,' he said nervously, and she lowered her arms from their karate pose. 'You do?' Franny asked, unsure. He nodded, grinning broadly until a man pushed her out of the way, asking the boy for an interview. Franny couldn't believe it had been a whole year ago. Looking up at the older Lewis, she beamed at the blushing boy.

"Something I'm proud of…uhm…" he rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at the girl next to him.

"What hasn't he accomplished that isn't 'great'? Such a nerd, he shouldn't even be here," One of the boys up the back said airily. Lewis turned even redder and tried to sit down, but Mrs. Framagucci stopped him.

"Go on, Lewis," She encouraged, shooting a warning glance at the offending teenager. Lewis was obviously thinking, and a moment passed before he said, "My family makes me proud. I couldn't ask for better, more loving parents." Then he abruptly sat back down.

Mrs. Framagucci grinned, clapping as she stared at the boy in front of her. "Wow, a proper answer from the one person in this class with a monumental number of achievements under their belt. Thankyou, Lewis."

He nodded, glancing over at Franny. She wondered why for a split second, but deemed it less important than his dazzling blue eyes. She could get lost in them, Franny sighed dreamily, twirling a curl of black hair around a finger as she watched Lewis doodling on some paper.

Mrs. Framagucci turned around, picking up a pen to begin scribbling in her tidy scrawl over the whiteboard. She couldn't help but hide her smile; her daughter could have done slightly more to disguise her interest in Lewis.

She certainly has my own taste in men, she thought idly, listening to the class' chatter. It would be hilarious if they ended up married some day.