Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from IaHB.
A/N: This is/was my first fan fic! I wrote it originally in a script like form . . . and it was hard to read. So, due to my intense writer's block, I figured it would be a good time to rewrite the story slightly, and upload it in chapter form. Please read and review!!!
Jamie waited nervously for Caitie Roth after his French class. He stood in front of her locker with such ease, as if it was a repeated action he performed many times before. He soon spotted the dark haired girl with a firecracker personality down the hall.
"Hey Caitie!!"
As Caitie approached Jaime, he felt his heart beat quicken. She looked beautiful. She was wearing a faded denim miniskirt with a white tank top. She painted her nails carefully, in a dark red hue. She had her hair up in a messy bun. She looked radiant.
"Hey Jamie!" Caitie called out as she approached her locker. She had a huge grin on her face. Like a routine, he moved out of the way as she opened her locker.
"Caitie! The walls are caving in on me here. I got to get out and do something. Anything!" Jamie exclaimed banging his head against the locker for emphasis.
"Listen, I can't today. I have stuff I have to do."
A look of disappointment quickly spread across Jamie's face. "No big, I'll call you later then".
Caitie slammed her locker door shut. "I'll talk to you later Jamie. Bye." With that last statement, she proceeded to the nearest school exit.
For a split second Jamie wondered what she had to take care of. He just watched Caitie's figure disappear down the hallway. He felt the urge for a cigarette but decided that Alex was right . . . it was a bad habit. 'Ah the influences of the super squad' he thought. Jamie headed down to the EMS station.
Jamie sighed out loud. 'Might as well get the inventory out of the way so I can have some time this weekend.'
Later that night Caitie was getting ready to take care of some of her "stuff". She was dressed up, in tight dark denim flares, and a red shirt that hung off her shoulders. 'I wonder if this is good enough to get into that club tonight . . .' she thought to herself. She figured it'd do and quickly put on some red lipstick to match. Seconds later, the doorbell rang. She jetted down the stairs and grabbed her jacket.
Caitie and her friend Andrea headed toward club Oasis. It was a club in the neighboring town. They had to travel out of town to actually have a decent night's fun. They decided to go to a club, which was mostly populated by college kids. Both were dressed to kill, and ready to party.
Caitie and Andrea stood on line, trying to act older and confident. Both had fake Ids that they previously purchased for $30 in their wallets. After waiting for fifteen minutes or so, hopes of getting in seemed slim. As the two underage teenagers were about to give up hope, a group of hot looking college guys passed by. One of them stopped and looked at Caitie.
"Hey beautiful. Do you and your friend want to chill with our group?" he asked mysteriously.
Normally Caitie would tell off a guy who tried to pull such a lame line like that but she couldn't help but fall into his deep blue eyes and light brown hair. She looked over to Andrea who seemed eager to go in.
"Sure. . . beats standing out here" she replied.
Both the girls were escorted into the club-no more lines and no more waiting. As the group approached the door, the bouncer acknowledged the handsome guy and his friends.
"How's it going Brett!" the bouncer greeted. The bouncer was a thirty-year- old guy who had muscles as big as "The Rock". 'Brett. So that was his name' Caitie thought. Brett placed his hand on Caitie's back.
"This is . . . . . " Brett began letting silence take over his sentence.
Caitie quickly caught on. "OH! My name is Caitie and this is Andrea."
Brett smiled. "Got it? They can come here anytime they want. they're with me now."
The bouncer nodded his head. Caitie and Andrea were very surprised, even more so impressed.
Caitie noticed that the club was a lot bigger on the inside. Many different types of music were playing. There were two serving bars, and tables and couches scattered all around. There was a large dance floor filled with college students raving and dancing. The black light and glow sticks provided a nice luminosity to the place.
The group sat down on a couch in the back of the club. Surprisingly it wasn't as chaotic there; it was sort of secluded but open all at the same time. Andrea was asked to dance by someone and went off grooving to the music. She went all out. She currently had fuchsia hair, (hair color of the week) with nice blonde streaks in it. She wore a pink tube top with leather pants. Caitie definitely felt underdressed. While stuck in her train of thought, Brett was starting at her.
"So Caitie, what brings you to this place?" he asked smiling from ear to ear.
Caitie returned the smile. "I was so sick of immature hangouts, I wanted to come to someplace where I can enjoy myself, on a different level."
"I'm mature; maybe I can assist you in your quest to find enjoyment" Brett replied seductively.
"I don't think you can handle it" Caitie answered provokingly.
"Try me."
After three hours of conversing about the rainforest, peer pressure, the jock and jocketts of her school, she felt like he was really into what she was saying. 'The only other person who understands me is Jamie' she thought to herself. After awhile, Brett got up and brought back two beers, handing one to Caitie.
"I don't drink. . . I'm the designated driver." She pointed at a tipsy fuchsia haired girl on the dance floor.
"No problem. They have a juice bar here. . . you should try the mango pineapple madness. I'll go get it" Brett replied nonchalantly.
'No peer pressure here' Caitie thought to herself. 'I like this world . . .'
A/N: This is/was my first fan fic! I wrote it originally in a script like form . . . and it was hard to read. So, due to my intense writer's block, I figured it would be a good time to rewrite the story slightly, and upload it in chapter form. Please read and review!!!
Jamie waited nervously for Caitie Roth after his French class. He stood in front of her locker with such ease, as if it was a repeated action he performed many times before. He soon spotted the dark haired girl with a firecracker personality down the hall.
"Hey Caitie!!"
As Caitie approached Jaime, he felt his heart beat quicken. She looked beautiful. She was wearing a faded denim miniskirt with a white tank top. She painted her nails carefully, in a dark red hue. She had her hair up in a messy bun. She looked radiant.
"Hey Jamie!" Caitie called out as she approached her locker. She had a huge grin on her face. Like a routine, he moved out of the way as she opened her locker.
"Caitie! The walls are caving in on me here. I got to get out and do something. Anything!" Jamie exclaimed banging his head against the locker for emphasis.
"Listen, I can't today. I have stuff I have to do."
A look of disappointment quickly spread across Jamie's face. "No big, I'll call you later then".
Caitie slammed her locker door shut. "I'll talk to you later Jamie. Bye." With that last statement, she proceeded to the nearest school exit.
For a split second Jamie wondered what she had to take care of. He just watched Caitie's figure disappear down the hallway. He felt the urge for a cigarette but decided that Alex was right . . . it was a bad habit. 'Ah the influences of the super squad' he thought. Jamie headed down to the EMS station.
Jamie sighed out loud. 'Might as well get the inventory out of the way so I can have some time this weekend.'
Later that night Caitie was getting ready to take care of some of her "stuff". She was dressed up, in tight dark denim flares, and a red shirt that hung off her shoulders. 'I wonder if this is good enough to get into that club tonight . . .' she thought to herself. She figured it'd do and quickly put on some red lipstick to match. Seconds later, the doorbell rang. She jetted down the stairs and grabbed her jacket.
Caitie and her friend Andrea headed toward club Oasis. It was a club in the neighboring town. They had to travel out of town to actually have a decent night's fun. They decided to go to a club, which was mostly populated by college kids. Both were dressed to kill, and ready to party.
Caitie and Andrea stood on line, trying to act older and confident. Both had fake Ids that they previously purchased for $30 in their wallets. After waiting for fifteen minutes or so, hopes of getting in seemed slim. As the two underage teenagers were about to give up hope, a group of hot looking college guys passed by. One of them stopped and looked at Caitie.
"Hey beautiful. Do you and your friend want to chill with our group?" he asked mysteriously.
Normally Caitie would tell off a guy who tried to pull such a lame line like that but she couldn't help but fall into his deep blue eyes and light brown hair. She looked over to Andrea who seemed eager to go in.
"Sure. . . beats standing out here" she replied.
Both the girls were escorted into the club-no more lines and no more waiting. As the group approached the door, the bouncer acknowledged the handsome guy and his friends.
"How's it going Brett!" the bouncer greeted. The bouncer was a thirty-year- old guy who had muscles as big as "The Rock". 'Brett. So that was his name' Caitie thought. Brett placed his hand on Caitie's back.
"This is . . . . . " Brett began letting silence take over his sentence.
Caitie quickly caught on. "OH! My name is Caitie and this is Andrea."
Brett smiled. "Got it? They can come here anytime they want. they're with me now."
The bouncer nodded his head. Caitie and Andrea were very surprised, even more so impressed.
Caitie noticed that the club was a lot bigger on the inside. Many different types of music were playing. There were two serving bars, and tables and couches scattered all around. There was a large dance floor filled with college students raving and dancing. The black light and glow sticks provided a nice luminosity to the place.
The group sat down on a couch in the back of the club. Surprisingly it wasn't as chaotic there; it was sort of secluded but open all at the same time. Andrea was asked to dance by someone and went off grooving to the music. She went all out. She currently had fuchsia hair, (hair color of the week) with nice blonde streaks in it. She wore a pink tube top with leather pants. Caitie definitely felt underdressed. While stuck in her train of thought, Brett was starting at her.
"So Caitie, what brings you to this place?" he asked smiling from ear to ear.
Caitie returned the smile. "I was so sick of immature hangouts, I wanted to come to someplace where I can enjoy myself, on a different level."
"I'm mature; maybe I can assist you in your quest to find enjoyment" Brett replied seductively.
"I don't think you can handle it" Caitie answered provokingly.
"Try me."
After three hours of conversing about the rainforest, peer pressure, the jock and jocketts of her school, she felt like he was really into what she was saying. 'The only other person who understands me is Jamie' she thought to herself. After awhile, Brett got up and brought back two beers, handing one to Caitie.
"I don't drink. . . I'm the designated driver." She pointed at a tipsy fuchsia haired girl on the dance floor.
"No problem. They have a juice bar here. . . you should try the mango pineapple madness. I'll go get it" Brett replied nonchalantly.
'No peer pressure here' Caitie thought to herself. 'I like this world . . .'
