High School: A Tale Of Two Friends…
Sara/Greg-centric. What would Greg and Sara's relationship be like if they had met in high school? No flames, I promise everyone will be returned to their rightful characters by the conclusion of this fic… And No, I don't own them.
But your lips are sealed, that ain't no big deal
'Cause I know you really want me
"Sara!" Greg called spotting his new friend a few yards ahead of him on the way to school.
She turned, "Hey, Greggo! My mom said I can come over after school today," she smiled.
He grinned back at her; "Great!" he noticed a bag in her hands. "What's all that?" he asked.
"Stuff for the project, styrofoam, paint, things like that," she explained.
He took the bag, "We are so gonna ace this project!"
The day crept by, the two finding themselves for the first time wishing the day would end sooner rather than later. Nick would occasionally creep up on them throughout the day, Greg staying close to Sara who simply brushed Nick off. Finally at 2:30 the bell signaling the end of the day rang and they headed for the door.
"Come on, Sar!" Greg called, pulling her in the direction of his house.
She laughed, walking beside him now. "Anxious are we?"
He smiled, "Hey! I don't get to bring home friends very often!"
"If it makes you feel better, neither do I, I've never really had any friends, before you." Sara admitted.
He turned to her, surprised, "Really? I find that hard to believe."
"Normally, I'm buried in textbooks, and rather guarded, around you though; I just can't seem to shut up…" she admitted, blushing. "Now, for example…"
He smiled as his house came into view. "After you," he bowed, opening the door for her.
She laughed as he walked into the door frame on his way in. "Smooth, Greggo."
Greg glared at the offending door frame before walking inside. "My dads still at work, my mom is somewhere and my younger sister is still at school," he explained, noticing the silence. "My rooms upstairs, it's safe from Kasey's wrath."
She followed him up to his room, surprised to find it neat and organized, probably neater than her own. "Wow… I thought I had a lot of science books…" she grinned, spotting the bookcase filled with different textbooks of varying subjects.
He laughed, pulling his books from his backpack. "Should we get to work?"
Sara smiled, sifting through the contents of the bag of supplies.
Several minutes later they had twenty Styrofoam spheres painted and set off to dry, they were about to move back to their notes when the door flew open.
A young girl, who looked to be no older than ten walked in attaching herself to her brother's shoulders. "Kasey, please release me. Necks don't bend that way…"
Kasey smiled. "You must be Sara?" the little girl asked, glancing at the girl with a textbook on her lap several feet away.
Sara nodded. "And you must be Kasey."
"Actually my names Kasen, everyone calls me Kasey though," she smiled before turning her attention back to Greg. "Mom says dinner will be ready soon, she wants to know if Sara wants to stay."
He looked at hopefully at Sara.
"If it's not too much trouble…" Sara started, but was cut off by Greg.
He laughed, "It's no trouble at all; we have leftovers galore on weekends…"
Sara grinned back at him, nodding. "I'll stay."
Kasey turned to leave. "Oh, and Dad's staying late again."
Greg frowned. "Alright." He watched the door close before turning to Sara.
"I don't think there's much else we can do till the paint dries." Sara noted, setting the book aside. "You okay?"
He nodded, "My dads never home anymore."
Sara sighed, "At least you have one…"
That got his attention. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking…" she cut short his apology.
"Don't worry, you didn't know. I'm not sad either, I hated him. I always wished I had a dad who actually cared, even if he was never around, not one who drove my mother to the point of mental instability…" she admitted, rubbing her hands over her arms.
Greg was confused. "I thought you said you asked your mom if you could come over?"
"My foster mom. I have her and my foster sisters, Carmen and Becca. my real mother is in prison, convicted of murder. I've jumped from foster home to foster home for the past four years." She said, a single tear sliding down her face.
He hugged her, holding her close in an attempt t comfort her. "I'm sorry" he whispered over and over again.
Only after composing herself did she let go of him. "I'm sorry…" she said, wiping her eyes.
"For what? Being human?" he asked.
She nodded. "I've never told anyone before. I guess I tend to shut people out…" she confessed.
"I'm glad you told me," Greg said, hugging her again.
Before their conversation could progress further Kasey returned with an announcement that dinner was ready, and soon they were sitting at the table.
"You must be Sara," Greg's mother said, emerging from the kitchen with a large bowl of pasta.
She nodded, "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Sanders," Sara greeted her.
The older woman laughed, pulling Sara into an unexpected hug. "No need for the formalities, dear, call me Cora."
Greg laughed as his mother released Sara.
A few moments later they were enjoying the meal. "It's so nice to have one of Greg's friends over; it doesn't seem to happen, very often…" Cora said, smiling at Sara. Greg blushed.
"Especially since he couldn't stop talking about you last night. You'd think he was the nine year old…" Kasey complained. Sara shot him a questioning glance, which turned into a grin when she noticed it looked like he'd seen a ghost.
"What, may I ask, were you talking about?" she teased him.
Greg clamped a hand over his sister's mouth. "Nothing," he replied a little too quickly.
After they'd finished, and Sara's offer to help clear the table was declined, Greg and Sara returned to his room, so they could continue with their project.
"So… what were you talking about, last night," she grinned, checking the now-dry paint.
He sighed his brain racing for an answer. "Just that you totally stone-walled Nick" he replied nonchalantly. "Anyways, we need pipe cleaners. I'll be right back," he said, leaving Sara behind.
She moved to the bookcase again, looking through his science collection. Several pictures of him were on the top. She looked over each one in turn. One was a baby picture; another appeared to be from a party. The next was a picture of Greg holding an infant Kasey, followed by one with his mother, Kasey, himself, and an unidentified man that she assumed was his father. The last was a simple picture of him, braces included, that looked like it was from the school yearbook.
She was so engrossed in the pictures she hadn't heard him return and sneak up behind her. "BOO!" he yelled, jumping in front of her, causing her to jump.
"Not. Funny. Greg." She said, then laughed, "Okay, kinda funny."
He smirked. "It was supposed to be. I got the pipe cleaners." He said, sticking it through the center of one of their sugar molecules. "Well, we have the deoxyribose sugar part done" he said, holding up half of a double helix.
Sara laughed. "I'm done my half" she replied, holding up the other half as they put it together.
"Not bad," Greg said, nodding as they looked at the finished project, a rather accurate DNA strand stood in front of them.
Sara smiled, also nodding her agreement. "We can work on the poster for it tomorrow."
He looked up, "You wanna stay a while longer? Watch a movie or something?"
"Sure. You get to pick," she replied, returning her books to her bag before following him downstairs.
He looked for a moment, coming up with several options. Out of them she picked (insert movie title of your choice here… as I can think of any…) and they sat down on the couch.
By the time the movie ended it was late and Sara knew she should go home. "Ugh, Greg. I think I should go now…" she said, stretching as she stood up.
"Right," he nodded. "Come on, I'll walk you home." He said.
Sara smiled. "Thanks." She grabbed her bag and followed him out the front door after saying goodbye to Cora and Kasey.
As her house appeared, they slowed, Greg standing in front of her. "Night" she whispered.
"Good night, Sara" he said, gently kissing her cheek before walking off. He looked back at her over his shoulder and smiled.
She grinned and turned to walk the last twenty yards to her house.
"Hey," Nick's smooth Texan voice said, announcing his arrival as he appeared out of the shadows.
She turned to face him. "Are you following me?" she asked.
He shook his head. "I'm no stalker. I live down the street. Went for a walk. Can I ask you a question?" he asked.
"You just did." She replied.
He shrugged. "Really," Upon seeing her nod he continued. "Why won't you go out with me? Why'd you choose Sanders?"
Sara thought for a moment. "One: That was two questions. Two: Because you beat up my friend daily and I just plain don't like you. Three: Cause he's kind and sweet and actually uses his brain cells." She finished, ticking off each point on her hand.
Nick just sighed.
"Can I go home now?" she asked, impatiently. Nick nodded and watched her walk off.
Again… the quote at the beginning is from LMNT's 'Juliet' what this fic is based on….REVIEW and I'll update soon!