Title: Bad Luck Isn't Contagious

Rating: This chapter is probably only PG, due to some language. It may be raised to PG-13 in future chapters.

Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine. I can't claim them (unfortunately for me). They all belong to hardworking people involved with the movie 'Bring it On.'

Feedback: Yes please, I really want to know what everyone thinks of this so far.

Summary: This will be a Torrance/Missy story eventually…Just give it some time, and the other characters of the movie will be in here too, of course.

Author's Notes: Thank you for the reviews I got…I really do appreciate it.

Missy had just gotten home, when Cliff wandered down the stairs. "Hey Sis," he stated casually. There was a glint to his eye, and Missy could tell that something else was on his mind.

"What do you want, Cliff?" She pulled an apple out of a bowl sitting on the counter and looked at it skeptically. It appeared decent, and so she took a bite. She could multi-task. Cliff never had anything really important to tell her anyway.

"Who said I wanted anything?" Missy rolled her eyes at her brother, and he shrugged. "Okay okay. You know, Torrance? That blonde cheerleader?" He looked at Missy hopefully.

"No," Missy swallowed a piece of apple and shrugged for good measure.

"What? You know the one that was here the other day." He wasn't quite sure how anyone could forget Torrance so easily. She was so beautiful, and she seemed witty. Though, she didn't know music very well, at least not his music.

"I know who you mean, dumb ass. I was kidding. It's called sarcasm." She took another bite of her apple, and leaned against the counter.

"Ah. My sister. So witty." Cliff nodded knowingly and crossed his arms. "Seriously though, were you with her?"

"Yes," Missy shrugged nonchalantly, like it was no big deal, but it was a big deal. She wasn't sure why he would be asking about Torrance unless…

"Think she'd date me?" Unless he liked her.

"What?" Missy tried to not choke on her apple as she stared at him. She couldn't picture the two of them together. Torrance was into cheerleading, really into cheerleading, and Cliff had never gone to a football game. Plus, she was sure that Cliff did not listen to the same music as Torrance.

"Do you think she would date me? I know it's a hard concept for you to grasp." He rolled his eyes again, pretending that his sister was dumb, and secretly hoping that she would get annoyed enough to tell him the answers to his questions.

"No, she's gay." Missy was surprised at how easily the lie flowed from her mouth. She could have just said that Torrance had a boyfriend, but she didn't. She didn't want to. She was still hopeful.

"Really?" Cliff raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Maybe," Missy shrugged. She felt a little bit bad about lying about Torrance's sexuality…Not that she knew her sexuality for sure. As far as Missy knew, Torrance could be bisexual, if Missy was lucky anyway.

"You like her!" Cliff knew his sister better than either would want to admit, and he knew when she liked someone. It was easy to see because she suddenly became interested in new things. Like cheerleading. Plus, that's when she began to eat healthy for some reason. He double-checked Missy's hand. She had an apple.

"What? No." Missy shook her head and swallowed quickly, and put the apple core behind her back into the bowl again. She'd have to remember to take that out later.

"You like her, and she's straight." Cliff grinned again, thinking he had figured it out. That's why Missy had lied. She liked her, and he was right, of course, Torrance was straight. Maybe she really did like him…Then, he noticed the glare he was receiving from his sister and smirked. "Aw, don't worry, Sis. We'll find you a nice girl yet."

Missy glared at him as he climbed back up the stairs trying to think of a good way to pick up a conversation with Torrance again the next time he saw her. One good joke was all he needed, one more good line, and then he could ask her out.

Missy had gone to sleep soon after her conversation with Cliff simply because she hadn't felt that great afterward. She just wanted to sleep, so that's what she did. So, it made since when she was grumpy the next morning when the phone rang. It was Saturday after all. "Hello?" She answered it groggily, the anger seeping into the phone line slightly.

"Hey Missy." Whoever was calling the brunette was awfully perky in the morning…

"It's early," Missy groaned. She glanced at the clock before dropping it on the floor in frustration.

"It's seven." That's when the voice connected to Missy's memory bank. It was Torrance.

"Exactly. Did you not just hear me say it's early?" Missy was awake now, but she still didn't like getting up earlier than she had to.

"Well, you have ten minutes to get ready." Torrance was straight to the point, hoping that it would wake the other girl up more. Through the phone line, it wasn't hard to tell that she had woken the brunette up.

"Ten minutes?" Missy questioned.

"Your first weekend practice. I'll come get you." Practice. Cheerleading. It clicked in Missy's mind and suddenly her thoughts flashed back to her. She had promised to be a cheerleader.