Author's note: I'd like to thank Mat49324 for inspiration. Not that I know what he inspired, but I like his TS fics, so I'm thanking him for whatever inspiration he gave.
A pointer for readers: My name isn't Leo, but in the fic I'm calling myself that for privacy reasons. My personal life doesn't have a swinging door.
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Chapter 1: Beginnings -
10:02 AM - BEVERLY HILLS MALL
It was a peaceful Saturday. I was hanging out at the mall with three teenage girls whom I had met recently. They were none other than Sam, Clover, and Alex.
"So, Leo," Alex said to me, "your family moved here from the northeastern United States, right? What's it like over there?"
"It's pretty nice," I responded. "Not as nice as here in Beverly Hills, but nice. You should check out the Great Lakes Science Center the next time you're over there. It's in Cleveland."
The four of us sat down on a park bench. Sam pulled out a map of the mall and pointed to one of the stores displayed. "Let's go to the Nation Station," she decided. "It's a new store that sells all kinds of police gimmicks and stuff."
"Sounds interesting." "Not a bad idea." "Sure."
All three of us started to walk off to the Nation Station. When we got there, Clover walked over to the corner of the store, while I looked for a police uniform that I thought might fit me.
A few minutes later, the three of us emerged from the store. Clover glanced at me, and pulled her trademark hair-flip-and-smile.
I was unfazed. "Clover, I believe I know what you're thinking, and if you think you're going to convince me to go out with you, you have a lot to learn. I don't go for big egos like yours."
"If you think she has a big ego," Sam interjected, "you should see Mandy."
Time seemed to stop for a moment. Clover reached into her shopping bag and got out what she'd bought at the Nation Station: a pair of shiny handcuffs.
Sam, Alex, and I shared the next question: "What are you going to do with those, Clover?"
"I'll show you exactly what I'm going to do with these," Clover replied.
SNAP! SNAP! I hardly had time to think before Clover used her new handcuffs to connect her wrist with mine.
"All right, Leo," Clover challenged. "I am not releasing these handcuffs until you agree to date me. Is that clear?"
I nodded, nervously adjusting the pencil behind my right ear.
Alex didn't think this was such a good idea. "Clover, are you sure you should do that? Who knows what your mother will think if she sees you handcuffed with this boy?"
While Alex was talking, I turned my back on the girls.
"Never mind your mother," Sam added, "and think about what would happen if you-know-who did you-know-what at this time?"
Clover was a little confused. "Come again?"
"You know what I mean. What if-"
At that moment, you-know-who did you-know-what. And you-know-who didn't notice Clover's handcuffs when he did you-know-what. And you know what happened.
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You DO know what I mean by you-know-who and you-know-what, right? Well, stay tuned for next chapter, blah blah blah.
