Hey, first chapter. I'm really excited because this will be way better than FL's first chapter because I was still growing more than I am now during the writing process of FL. So I, in complete confidence, can assure that this will be much less sloppy than the first chapters of the last one.

August 31st, 2013

Chase's Pov

I felt Christine's grin against my lips, her finger pulling at my hair. I smiled back, teeth bumping as I pulled her closer by the waist.

"Oh, good Jesus," a voice cried out, two hands effectively pushing us away from each other. Leo looked at us in dismay, disgusted. "I don't need you and your tongue shows germing up the freaking living room!"

"Then don't look," Christine smirked, grabbing the front of my shirt and jerking me back in. I smirked, leaning closer until her back hit the couch.

Leo stalked off, mumbling something under his breath as he went.

It wasn't I was breathless and my lungs were hurting that I pulled away. Christine looked up at me, eyes wide as her fingers held tight to the front of my shirt.

"Whoa," she whispered, sounding breathless. I leaned down closer, foreheads touching. He hair splayed out everywhere around her face; I reached up to wipe a stray lock from her cheek.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," I whisper back. Christine smiled.

"How would you feel to a little shopping trip?"

That's when my day kind of went to hell.

It wasn't my idea to go anywhere. I really just wanted to stay home. But Bree just had to drag me to the mall with her. She wasn't the one at fault, though; Christine was dragging me, too. Maybe if we hadn't been touching, it would have saved me from all this.

"No offense, babe, but you really need to change your style for this year," Christine said, with all the other girls nodding along in agreement. Leo had been forced into this shopping torture, too. But instead of resisting like I did, he was too busy oogling Janelle to notice anything.

Bree and Rachel held my hands behind my back so I couldn't escape. (Well, I could, but I wasn't going to preform martial arts moves in the middle of the mall and they knew that.) Not to mention, I couldn't take down girl. "If you would stop wiggling this wouldn't be so torturous," Rachel said.

"I'm surprised you know how to use the word torturous."

Rachel kicked my legs. "Shut up."

"I thought you'd need a more rocker kind of image," Bree chimed, setting a fedora on my head. She frowned, not liking the look and took it off. "You know, to go with your oh-so-fancy guitar you never stop playing."

Ashley gasped; Sammie let out a surprised squeak. I cringed at how high it was and how it hurt my ears.

"You play guitar?" They cried out and looked at me with big eager eyes.

"Yeah," I said slowly, "and Adam plays drums...kind of."

Just when they were about to say more, Christine walked in front me. I was blocked from their sight. "Whoa, ladies," she said with a smirk. "He's off the market-let's move along."

Ashley and Sammie started walking just a little faster than before-I didn't blame them. Christine could be really intimidating when she wanted to be. My girlfriend turned, now walking backwards. "Thanks for telling me," she hissed, arms crossed.

I shrugged as best as I could with my arm still held behind me. "I didn't think it was that important."

Christine just rolled her eyes and steadily avoided a clothing rack and turned around again. "Whatever."

Leo and Janelle, Bree, and Rachel were snickering at us like they weren't a mere feet behind us.

"What about this?" Rachel suggested, picking a black V-neck from one of the racks near her. Even with only one hand, she had a strong grip. It was plain-no patterns or stripes like I usually wore. "Pair this with some sexy dark jeans and gray high-tops"-she nodded as if impressed by the picture in her head-"you might actually look as cute as Chris says you look."

I turned from her to face my girlfriend, feeling smug. "You've been bragging about me, huh?"

"I can stop as fast as I started," she called over her shoulder, fingering some button up shirts without even facing me.

Leo snickered louder. "Man, you're getting suckered by your own girlfriend," he laughed.

Janelle stood next to him, hands placed firmly on her hips. She moved one hand to under his chin so he was looking right at her face. "Us girls can get pretty cocky when we want to," she said, leaning close. Leo's expression was so priceless it was a bit impressive he didn't faint on the spot.

Bree used one hand to finger a pair of dark blue jeans. "And it wouldn't be so bad these," she commented lightly. Suddenly, Bree brightened and snapped her fingers. "Chase, you know those red high tops you got? Perfect first day of school outfit!"

After picking out some clothes and looking through Hot Topic (where Bree and Rachel finally let go of me), Leo dragged us to the comic store. Instead of staying, Rachel, Ashley, and Sammie went into Victoria's Secret, right across from the comic store. (No wonder why we caught the cashier gazing at the window instead of ringing up a very annoyed-looking middle-aged man.)

When we finally managed to detach Leo from the New Releases section, we settled down at the food court.

"Jesus, did buy all the pajamas in freaking store?" Christine gawked.

"No," Ashley hummed, "we got most of their bras too."

Leo threw his hands over his ears, shouting rather loudly, "Too much detail! Too much detail!"

"And exhibit A as to why you will never have a girlfriend," Rachel said and pointed a Leo. "You don't have the manliness of Adam."

"Yeah," Bree said, "and Adam doesn't either." At Rachel's glare, she raised her hands in mock defense. "I only speak the truth."

Bree leaned back in her chair, sipping her smoothie and giving Rachel a look as if to challenge her. Of course, Rachel couldn't because she knew Bree was right.

"Okay that's it!" Christine declared after a while. She smashed her cup of frozen yogurt onto the table and stood. "That chick has been eyeballing you for the last five minutes!"

Before I could stop her, Christine stomped off to a group made up of two giggling blondes and a cocky looking redhead. "Can I help you with something?"

The redhead-obviously the leader of the ring of girls-spoke up with a cocky smirk, "Yeah, Hon. Set me up with that hunk of something over there."

Imagine the chaos that broke loose when she pointed at me.

Christine didn't freak out-what she did was way worse. What I learned from all Bree's friends being girls was that when they didn't freak out, they were planning on doing something far worse than that.

"Yeah..." My girlfriend dragged out slowly. "That 'hunk of something' is my boyfriend." She stood taller, arms crossed, jaw clenched, and eyes set narrowly. "So I suggest you back off before you get into something you don't belong in, Hon."

"Oh, god," Rachel exclaimed.

"Here we go," Bree added with a punctuating gulp of her smoothie.

I haven't seen Christine that mad since we had to deal with that grumpy waitress in Disney World this summer.

"What are you betting?" Leo whispered to me. "Which one will scream first? My money's on the other chick."

I didn't answer but instead kept watching; dread filled my stomach uncomfortably.

"Aw." The redhead put a hand over her heart in fake sympathy. "Poor him. I mean seriously, Hon, split ends much?"

"That is it!" Rachel shouted, standing up so fast her chair tipped back and clatter to the floor. So many heads whipped toward us so fast I had trouble counting them all. "You wanna go, Barbie? Let's go."

She marched over, angry and riled up, fists clenched at her sides as she stalked up to the redhead in fury, leaning close.

Do all girls have some mode they switch into when they suddenly want to become animals?

Christine really didn't look like she wanted to hold her back, but she grabbed Rachel's arm and turned, saying as she went, "Com'n, Rach. We're not gonna waste all our time on a four foot nine living doll."

The redhead scowled and immediately turned to her friends—all whispering and packed together tightly.

"Oh mi god, she was just so annoying!" Bree cried into her phone, gripping it with both hands. She, Adam, and I were already ready dressed in sleepwear, but lounging around the living room. By the sounds of it, she was talking to one of the girls. "I can't believe that little—that little thing thinks she can flaunt around and do all that witchy crap she was pulling today."

"Rachel wasn't that bad," I tried to joke.

Bree glared. "Not funny."

"I thought it was."

She rolled her eyes, telling me, "Whatever," before turning back to her phone and pacing behind the couch. I continued to stare up at the ceiling, thinking about the first day of school next week.

I was going to be a junior. That usually meant getting a car, making out with your girlfriend (already done that), and drunk parties where everyone's shirtless. For Adam, Bree, and I moving up a high school status mean a harder level of training—for Christine, too. Well yeah, and the car, too.

"Can you not be on the phone?" I asked.

"Nope," Bree said easily, not breaking her stride as she continued to pace. I never understood why she had to walk when she was on the phone.

Sighing, I sat up. I fixed my shirt and adjusted the sleeves, yawning. Stretching, I stood and made my way to the stairs, feeling tired a little suddenly.

"Buzz kill!" Adam yelled up the steps after me. I let my head poke around the corner.

"At least I can spell it!"

I know this is really short, but this is the first chapter and I didn't know what else to put.

So, what do you think about the redhead? Like her, hate her?

And the Povs will have a bit more of an order than last time. I'm trying to make so each chapter is either told through Christine or Chase's pov through all of it except for very rare occasions. Right now, the pattern in Christine, Chase, etc.

Please review, and give us some ideas :D

PS: The first couple of chapter will be a little bit shorter than liked, but by the third chapter, it should be longer.