A/N!: REALLY IMPORTANT! Okay guys, if you have read this chapter already,
you should probably read it again, cuz I made some important changes!
THANKS!
This is going to tell the story of "The Oreo Line" - Jesse, Guy, and Terry. It'll follow then from when they were kids all the way up to when they leave for college (maybe even beyond that). I decided to do this because they were my three favorites in the first movie (except for Adam), and I love them. Also, I hated the disappearing act that Terry and Jesse pulled! Each chapter will have either Jesse, Guy, or Terry's point of view. It'll change every chapter. Whoever's name is in parenthesis in the title is the person whose point of view the chapter will be in. I hope you like this!!! 3 Tino
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Chapter 1: New Places And New Beginnings (Guy)
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*Guy's POV*
Before there was Eden Hall, before there was the Junior Goodwill Games, before there was District Five, there were three boys. This is our story . . .
The summer before I entered sixth grade, my dad announced that we were moving from St. Louis, Minnesota to Minneapolis, Minnesota. He had just gotten fired, and he decided that there would be better job opportunities in the capital of the state. The salary that my mom got working as a secretary wasn't nearly enough to support us. So my dad, my mom, my older brother Mika, and myself packed up our belongings and left for Minnesota.
None of us were really happy about the move. My mother was going to have to leave the job that she had worked at since she was twenty-one. I wasn't happy about leaving my friends in my class. Mika was fifteen, going into his sophomore year of high school, and already the star player on his high school baseball team. He didn't want to leave his team or his friends. What it all came down to was that none of us really wanted to start all over. My dad offered to move to Minneapolis by himself, and come back and visit us on weekends. But my parents raised us a tight-knit family, and families stick together. We knew that the move was necessary. So we went.
When we got to our new house, we were all shocked to see the size of it. It had two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a living room. Mika and I were going to have to share a room the size of a cabinet. My parents' room wasn't much bigger. The bathroom was so small that it was amazing that a shower even fit in it. And in our living room, we barely could fit a T.V. and two chairs. We were miserable.
Within a week of us being there, my outgoing, popular brother managed to make some friends. It was too late for him to try out for a summer baseball team, but some of his new friends had organized an unofficial team that played whenever they could find games. They were more than happy to let my brother play once they saw how good he was. He spent the rest of the summer playing pick-up games on a small field a few blocks from our new house.
I didn't fare quire so well at first. I was quiet and introverted, and making friends never had come easy for me. In St. Louis, I had made friends with the kids I had grown up with, but that was mostly out of necessity. You can't go to school with people a hundred and eighty days out of a year and not learn to at least tolerate them. But in Minneapolis, in the middle of the summer, I had no way of meeting kids and making friends, other than approaching them and introducing myself. And that was a scary thought for a kid like me.
One day, my mom barged into my room, where I was sitting on my bed, looking out the window.
"Guy, sweetie, I'm worried about you," she told me as she came over and sat next to me on my bed.
"Why?" I asked, even though I already knew.
"Because we've been here for almost a month now, and you've hardly left the house. It's not healthy for a kid your age not to have any friends."
I couldn't deny any of that. I hadn't left the house much at all, and I didn't have ANY friends in Minneapolis. So I just mumbled "I miss St. Louis," and looked down at my hands.
"I know you do, sweetie, but we're here now. So go out, make some friends. Try to make the best of this, okay?"
I nodded and forced a smile. She smiled back at me. "Go with Mika to his baseball game today. You can watch, and maybe they'll be kids your age there."
I didn't want to go, but I wanted to make her feel better. With the pressures of running a house and working as a secretary, she didn't need to worry about me, too. So when Mika went to the park, I tagged along.
When we got there, Mika went to go and play, and I looked for a place to sit down. I noticed two boys who looked about my age sitting under a tree. Remembering what my mom said, I slowly approached them.
When I got closer, I noticed that they were hitting a hockey puck back and forth to each other. When they saw me coming, they stopped and looked at me.
"Hi," I said shyly.
One of them smiled at me. The other continued to look at me critically. He spoke first.
"Who are you?" he asked me.
"Guy Germaine."
"You new in the neighborhood?"
I nodded. "I just moved here from St. Louis. I don't really have any friends here yet . . ." I let my voice trail off. I shouldn't have come over here. They were probably going to laugh in my face.
The tough one's face suddenly broke into a smile. "Okay then, play with us. I'm Jesse Hall. This is my twin brother, Terry."
Terry smiled at me. I grinned back giddily. "Hi."
"So why did you move here?" Terry asked quizzically.
"Oh, uhh my dad lost his job, and he thought he'd be able to find one easier here. We don't really have a lot of money so we had to do it." I felt kinda dumb telling this to complete strangers, but he had asked.
"We know all about that," Jesse assured me. "Our dad works as a . . . a . . . well I'm not sure what it's called . . . but he helps build buildings. He doesn't make a lot of money, but he has a job. They're always looking for people to help carry the heavy stuff. Maybe your dad could do that."
I nodded. "I'll tell my dad about that, thanks."
"So . . . you play hockey?"
I shook my head. "No . . . I don't play any sports. I'd like to, though."
"Well, a few of us play on a pond near our house in the winter. In the summer though, we just play street hockey. Do you have roller blades?" Terry asked me. I nodded happily. They had been a Christmas gift the year before.
"Cool, you can come play with us then. You can have my old hockey stick. It'll be a little small for you, and it's sorta worn out, but it'll be okay." Jesse told me.
"Thanks!" These guys were really nice. I couldn't believe my good luck. I had friends!
I spent the entire day at Jesse and Terry's house. They told me about hockey and the Minneapolis North Stars and the kids in the neighborhood. We played Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and when we got sick of that, we played in the sprinkler in the back of their house. My mom had to drag me home that night. Luckily, they only lived two houses away from me, so I could walk over first thing in the morning.
They say little kids become fast friends, and I guess it's true. Because by the end of the day, I knew that I would never be lonely again in Minneapolis.
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A/N: Sorry about the changes, but they're pretty much necessary for the rest of the story! Thanks for re-reading it!
This is going to tell the story of "The Oreo Line" - Jesse, Guy, and Terry. It'll follow then from when they were kids all the way up to when they leave for college (maybe even beyond that). I decided to do this because they were my three favorites in the first movie (except for Adam), and I love them. Also, I hated the disappearing act that Terry and Jesse pulled! Each chapter will have either Jesse, Guy, or Terry's point of view. It'll change every chapter. Whoever's name is in parenthesis in the title is the person whose point of view the chapter will be in. I hope you like this!!! 3 Tino
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Chapter 1: New Places And New Beginnings (Guy)
------------------------------
*Guy's POV*
Before there was Eden Hall, before there was the Junior Goodwill Games, before there was District Five, there were three boys. This is our story . . .
The summer before I entered sixth grade, my dad announced that we were moving from St. Louis, Minnesota to Minneapolis, Minnesota. He had just gotten fired, and he decided that there would be better job opportunities in the capital of the state. The salary that my mom got working as a secretary wasn't nearly enough to support us. So my dad, my mom, my older brother Mika, and myself packed up our belongings and left for Minnesota.
None of us were really happy about the move. My mother was going to have to leave the job that she had worked at since she was twenty-one. I wasn't happy about leaving my friends in my class. Mika was fifteen, going into his sophomore year of high school, and already the star player on his high school baseball team. He didn't want to leave his team or his friends. What it all came down to was that none of us really wanted to start all over. My dad offered to move to Minneapolis by himself, and come back and visit us on weekends. But my parents raised us a tight-knit family, and families stick together. We knew that the move was necessary. So we went.
When we got to our new house, we were all shocked to see the size of it. It had two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a living room. Mika and I were going to have to share a room the size of a cabinet. My parents' room wasn't much bigger. The bathroom was so small that it was amazing that a shower even fit in it. And in our living room, we barely could fit a T.V. and two chairs. We were miserable.
Within a week of us being there, my outgoing, popular brother managed to make some friends. It was too late for him to try out for a summer baseball team, but some of his new friends had organized an unofficial team that played whenever they could find games. They were more than happy to let my brother play once they saw how good he was. He spent the rest of the summer playing pick-up games on a small field a few blocks from our new house.
I didn't fare quire so well at first. I was quiet and introverted, and making friends never had come easy for me. In St. Louis, I had made friends with the kids I had grown up with, but that was mostly out of necessity. You can't go to school with people a hundred and eighty days out of a year and not learn to at least tolerate them. But in Minneapolis, in the middle of the summer, I had no way of meeting kids and making friends, other than approaching them and introducing myself. And that was a scary thought for a kid like me.
One day, my mom barged into my room, where I was sitting on my bed, looking out the window.
"Guy, sweetie, I'm worried about you," she told me as she came over and sat next to me on my bed.
"Why?" I asked, even though I already knew.
"Because we've been here for almost a month now, and you've hardly left the house. It's not healthy for a kid your age not to have any friends."
I couldn't deny any of that. I hadn't left the house much at all, and I didn't have ANY friends in Minneapolis. So I just mumbled "I miss St. Louis," and looked down at my hands.
"I know you do, sweetie, but we're here now. So go out, make some friends. Try to make the best of this, okay?"
I nodded and forced a smile. She smiled back at me. "Go with Mika to his baseball game today. You can watch, and maybe they'll be kids your age there."
I didn't want to go, but I wanted to make her feel better. With the pressures of running a house and working as a secretary, she didn't need to worry about me, too. So when Mika went to the park, I tagged along.
When we got there, Mika went to go and play, and I looked for a place to sit down. I noticed two boys who looked about my age sitting under a tree. Remembering what my mom said, I slowly approached them.
When I got closer, I noticed that they were hitting a hockey puck back and forth to each other. When they saw me coming, they stopped and looked at me.
"Hi," I said shyly.
One of them smiled at me. The other continued to look at me critically. He spoke first.
"Who are you?" he asked me.
"Guy Germaine."
"You new in the neighborhood?"
I nodded. "I just moved here from St. Louis. I don't really have any friends here yet . . ." I let my voice trail off. I shouldn't have come over here. They were probably going to laugh in my face.
The tough one's face suddenly broke into a smile. "Okay then, play with us. I'm Jesse Hall. This is my twin brother, Terry."
Terry smiled at me. I grinned back giddily. "Hi."
"So why did you move here?" Terry asked quizzically.
"Oh, uhh my dad lost his job, and he thought he'd be able to find one easier here. We don't really have a lot of money so we had to do it." I felt kinda dumb telling this to complete strangers, but he had asked.
"We know all about that," Jesse assured me. "Our dad works as a . . . a . . . well I'm not sure what it's called . . . but he helps build buildings. He doesn't make a lot of money, but he has a job. They're always looking for people to help carry the heavy stuff. Maybe your dad could do that."
I nodded. "I'll tell my dad about that, thanks."
"So . . . you play hockey?"
I shook my head. "No . . . I don't play any sports. I'd like to, though."
"Well, a few of us play on a pond near our house in the winter. In the summer though, we just play street hockey. Do you have roller blades?" Terry asked me. I nodded happily. They had been a Christmas gift the year before.
"Cool, you can come play with us then. You can have my old hockey stick. It'll be a little small for you, and it's sorta worn out, but it'll be okay." Jesse told me.
"Thanks!" These guys were really nice. I couldn't believe my good luck. I had friends!
I spent the entire day at Jesse and Terry's house. They told me about hockey and the Minneapolis North Stars and the kids in the neighborhood. We played Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and when we got sick of that, we played in the sprinkler in the back of their house. My mom had to drag me home that night. Luckily, they only lived two houses away from me, so I could walk over first thing in the morning.
They say little kids become fast friends, and I guess it's true. Because by the end of the day, I knew that I would never be lonely again in Minneapolis.
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A/N: Sorry about the changes, but they're pretty much necessary for the rest of the story! Thanks for re-reading it!