Hey guys I decided to re-write these chapters w/o waiting for my com to fix… so here it goes.

Kalligator its kinda both!! ) Read on to see, it'll become clearer midnightXwishesXunheard expected the unexpected. D Okay for this chapter I agree that fanfic shouldn't really add in extra characters but these were really necessary so hope you enjoy it.

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'Okay and before the bell rings I want everyone to think of one word to describe yourself.'

Shane Scott stared down at his notebook absent-mindedly. One word to describe himself? Hmmm..

This was a tricky one.

He could quite easily think of words to describe his family.

Dad – Leader

Mum – Sweet

Beth – Baby (or of course future pro-athlete star!)

But him…

Average?

Ordinary?

Your general next door Mr-nice-guy?

Riiinnnnnnggggg

Saved by the bell.

Nobody likes being the nice guy / teachers' pet all the time. Admitting it, even to yourself, was kinda rough.

Shane stuffed his books into his bag and pushed his chair in, sometimes it felt odd not belonging to the usual classifications in high school. Jock, prom king/queen, loner, nerd… nope he didn't seem to fit well into any of the categories. He was just… Shane.

Shane Scott.

Nathan Scott's son.

'Shane Scott?? As in Nathan Scott's son? The Nathan Scott? Who brought us to our first championships in over 10 years? Come on then boy let's see you shoot some hoops!'

Said Coach Smith in 6th grade, Coach Walters in 7th grade, Coach Ryan in 8th grade.

And then the response, after he complied.

'Ohh…..'

Shane didn't care much, he always reminded himself that it could be worse, his dad could be still coaching the high school team. Fortunately he requested for a transfer the year before Shane graduated from middle school. Just in time for Nathan to usher Beth into the middle school girls' basketball league and watch her rocket to Tree Hill fame. That girl probably could bounce a ball before she could walk. Shane liked to tease her that he watched her at 2 as she practically shot three pointers from her stroller.

Shane loved his little sister and he never had the slightest inclination to become a basketball star, but…

Every now and then, he wished he could take a break from being the residential nice, normal, boring guy.

'Shane! Yoo hoo Shane!' Mrs. Peters called him back as he walked out the class.

'Aha.. nice guy duty calls,' thought Shane reluctantly.

'Yes Mrs. Peters?' he said outwardly with a bright smile.

'There's a new girl coming to join our class,' Mrs. Peters said. 'I was wondering if you could help her out, show her around, make her feel welcome in the school?'

Oh great. 'Of course I will Mrs. Peters,' Shane replied.

'I knew I could count on you Shane, you're such a kind-hearted young man,' she said smiling at him from over her thick-rimmed spectacles.

'Umm…so where is the girl?' Shane asked, a trifle impatiently. How long was this little school tour going to take? Hopefully only a couple of minutes…

'Oh yes of course!' Mrs. Peters said hurriedly. 'She's over there, near the principal's office. She's the one in blue.'

Shane took a deep breath and walked ahead. He pulled up his bag and tried to search for a girl in blue.

There was only one girl in blue outside the principal's office – in a soft dress the color of forget-me-nots stood a tall, slender girl clutching a brown file. She had long straight hair the color of chestnuts and a creamy complexion with a slight rosy flush on her cheeks. As he walked closer and waved, the girl looked up at him through her deep brown eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered nervously behind her thin-rimmed spectacles and she and gave a shy smile.

'Hiya,' she said softly.

Shane gulped down in his self-consciousness deeply.

'Hi,' Shane said.

Being the nice guy just got a whole lot better.

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knock knock

'Hills?' Chad poked his head through the dressing room door.

'Yup?' Hilarie replied flipping through a magazine with one hand and chewing on a stick of sour apple candy with the other.

'Which script do you like better, my ending or the original?' he asked.

'Yours,' she said, not looking up.

'Okay great,' Chad closed the door, thought for a moment and then knocked again.

'Hills?' he pushed open the door slightly.

'Yup?' she said, flopping on the sofa still engrossed in her magazine.

'Have you even read the original?'

'Nope.'

'I didn't think so.'

Chad closed the door, chuckled to himself and walked off to his dressing room.

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'I thought you said we wouldn't get wet!' Eugenia shouted over the sound of rain pounding in her eardrums.

'I didn't think we would!' Shane shouted back. He pulled his denim jacket up over his ears. 'Where's your house again?'

'Over there!' she shouted. 'The one with the white fence!'

'Okay!'

They sprinted across the park to Eugenia's house and collapsed onto the living room floor heavily. Eugenia could feel the rain soaking through her clothes to her skin but she was laughing so hard that she didn't feel cold. In her whole life, she had never met anyone quite like Shane Scott. Then again, hanging around musicians for three-quarters of your life didn't give you much variety.

'You need a towel?' she asked.

'Umm yes? A towel might be a good idea…' Shane kidded.

'Cut it out…' Eugenia said shoving him playfully. Shane laughed as he watched her scurry up the stairs. The past few weeks had felt to him like a new chapter of his life, Eugenia was so fresh, so uplifting, so different. Everything about her was like reading a new page of some storybook that never ended, but just got more intriguing every single day. He'd had a few odd girlfriends before, but none like her.

'Hang on a sec Shane,' she called down from the second storey. 'I can't find where my godfather keeps the fluffy towels.'

'Normal towels will be fine,' he shouted. 'I'm going to your basement okay?'

Without waiting for a response he walked carefully down the creaking stairs to the basement. The narrow passageway was rather dark and he felt along the sides of the wall for a light switch. When he reached the bottom, he finally found one. The whole basement, which was a rather large room, twice the size of the living room, lit up in white light brightness.

For a moment Shane stood there, stunned beyond words.

'So you found my secret huh?' Eugenia said coming down behind him with 2 thick towels.

'You… you sculpt?' Shane asked, shocked.

'Yep…' Eugenia said slowly. 'I guess that'd make me a sculptor huh?' She laughed uneasily. 'I kinda don't like people to see it…'

'I'm sorry…' Shane said softly reaching over to touch her arm.

'It's okay…' she cut in. 'I guess you're not just people anyway…'

'No it's just that…' Shane said looking around him. 'They're so beautiful…'

Shane let his eyes drift around the room – there were dark ones, light ones, miniature wax figurines of people, a stone rabbit, a tall vase, a carved apple. Finished ones, unfinished ones and each one felt so full of life somehow, like as if she had poured her very soul into the lines and crevices in every piece of art work.

'They're remarkable,' he breathed. 'They're just wonderful.'

Eugenia beamed like a little girl. She had never let anyone see her work, ever since she'd begun 6 years ago. But he really liked it, she could see it in his green eyes.

'Will you do me?' he asked suddenly.

'You?' she felt slightly taken aback. 'I… I don't know…'

'Please… come on Eugenia?' he gave her a pleading look those puppy-dog eyes.

'Oh no… I couldn't…' she said.

'Please? Please please please please please?' he urged.

'I….'

She looked up at him hesitantly, wondering how to find those many hard words which she was itching to say.

'Okay…' she said at last.

Reluctantly she pulled out two chairs and motioned him to sit down on one of them. Her art felt so personal to her, showing someone it was one thing – but having someone there while she did it?

She shook her head to herself and tried to focus.

'Close your eyes,' she ordered. Using her fingers she gently felt for his face shape, his jaw line, the tilt of his chin. Using her other hand she pulled over a piece of soft clay and began to push in lines with her adept fingers. However she felt unsatisfied.

She pulled off her spectacles impatiently and closed her eyes tightly, trying again, trying to concentrate enough to see his facial structure in her mind's eyes.

Squinting Shane opened his eyes a little to peek at what Eugenia was doing. He saw her soft face, pursing her lips in concentration, a cute furrow around her brows. He leaned forward and kissed her.

Eugenia felt her heart leap beneath her, her eyes fluttered open as she opened her lips slightly.

They pulled away a little, just looking at each other.

'Eugenia I…'

'Shane I…'

They laughed slightly.

'Eugenia…'

'Shane…'

'Shane,' Eugenia said at last. 'I have something to tell you…'