AN: okay, to those of you who did review, i thank you. but i mean... only three?! pwetty pwease review?

The Untitled

SourirexBeau

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MrsMorrisonCobain

FRESHMAN YEAR

"Dollface, do you even realize the talent you have?" Meredith Hudgens asked Caitlyn Gellar one morning, cupping the fourteen year-old's chin as she searched her green eyes. Meredith was a sixty year old english teacher who wore flashy jewels and begged the children to call her Meredith instead of - because it made her seem cool, hip, and young – Mrs. Hudgens. Meredith was quirky, Caitlyn admitted.

But she had damn good taste in music.

Caitlyn first noticed this when Meredith had been playing Led Zeppelin as the freshmen filed through the classroom on the first day of school. Immediately, Caitlyn decided that Meredith was number one on her "teachers who I might actually pay attention to" list.

Alas, Caitlyn's list was never wrong. Caitlyn did pay attention to Meredith... about everything. Including her voice.

Meredith, being a hardcore musician as well as a talented writer and teacher, tried to incorporate music into almost every lesson. One assignment was that you had to sing a page out of Romeo & Juliet,and then you had to write a song about it. Caitlyn aced it, singing in her unpolished yet perfect voice, and writing a song about how Romeo related to none other than Kurt Cobain. None of the students got the reference. And if they did, they probably would have wondered how the hell a heroine shooting, Courtney Love lover, brooding, self-abusing, suicidal, dead musician, related to Romeo at all. But of course, that's because they're not Caitlyn.

The next morning Meredith had told her that she had a wide a range and impeccable song-writing skills, and that there was someone who Caitlyn simply must meet.

It was about three months into school when this occurred. Caitlyn had already made friends with several people.

The first was barbie-standardized perfectionist, Tess Tyler. Caitlyn didn't know why she liked the blonde girl, and the blonde girl didn't know why she liked Caitlyn. But they did, and so they became attached at the hip. Tess was, one year older (not Freshman), and uber-hot (not a wild-haired freak), and somewhat of a flirt (not completely unconfident, as Caitlyn was... key word:was). Due to all this, Caitlyn's status shot up. She was suddenly cool. Tess soon became her best friend. Her very, very, best friend. They were inseparable, they couldn't live without each other - for awhile.

The second friend, was a shaggy-haired boy named Shane Grey, who also happened to be a year older than her. She had met him at the grocery store the week before school started... at a grocery store. She had simply wanted a can of Progresso soup. But what she got was Shane Grey. He had turned to her with a raised eyebrow in the canned soup isle, subtly bumped into her and then said this: "Oh, sorry, sugar. I'm Shane Grey. Yes, the Shane Grey. Please, no autographs. I know I am an eerily attractive and amazingly talented rock star, but please... restrain yourself."

Caitlyn, who was looking less-than-attractive in some Aerie sweats and her wildly wavy hair pulled back in a very messy bun, just raised an eyebrow and sauntered away, forgetting all about her can of soup.

Of course they met again when school started.

"Hey! Emerald eyes!" He had yelled across the hall on the first day of school.

"What?!" She screeched. He laughed airily.

"It's what I've been calling you when I talk to my brother. He's never met you, you see. But I've told him all about you and about how we're soul mates, since no girl has ever ignored me before-"

"Sure," She cut him off, sarcasm dripping from her mouth when he stopped short, faking a hurt expression. She rolled her eyes, "continue!"

"Oh right," Shane said, throwing his hands in the air. "Well, cause' you see, the one thing I remembered most about you was your eyes. Cause' they're just so green! So we started to call you emerald eyes. Just... thought it was fitting. And when I saw you it sorta slipped out. And can you please tell me your real name so I can stop babbling now?"

"Caitlyn Gellar." She said, nodding her head. "I already know you're name."

"You do?"

"You said it, like, six times before," Caitlyn explained.

"I see..." he said.

And, as has been said many times before; it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

But back then, all Caitlyn could think about was what Shane had previously said; 'how we're soul mates…'

Caitlyn shook Tess and Shane from her mind, and looked at Meredith.

"Who do you need me to meet?" She asked curiously.

"A boy whom I think you will mesh wonderfully with!" Meredith replied, clapping her hand together and grabbing at the phone on her desk. Caitlyn shook her head.

"Mesh wonderfully with." Caitlyn repeated flatly.

"Mhm," Meredith nodded. "Yes, and he's really quite talented in your department. He can sing, he can play guitar, and drums... I think he's learning piano--"
Meredith was cut off when the person she had been calling answered the phone. "Yes, hello? Mrs. Hudgens, here. Can you please send..." She covered her mouth so only the person on the other end of the phone could hear the name. Caitlyn was dumbfounded. Was this woman insane? If she was going to meet the kid, she might as well know his name! When Meredith was done, she placed the phone in its holder and looked up at Caitlyn from her desk seat and smiled with satisfaction. "Well, now that that's done,we wait." She said.

And as they waited, Caitlyn, bit her nails, and tapper her foot, and rolled her eyes at every comment Meredith made, and laughed hysterically – on the insideof course – at everything Meredith did, and made a mental note about the Algebra quiz she had the next day, and wrote 'I feel stupid… and contagious' on a PostIt note and stuck it on the woman's back, and wondered how many people would get that reference. Meanwhile, Meredith painted her nails neon yellow, and spun around on her desk chair like a three year old yelling "Weeee!" all the while, and cursed profusely after smudging her new nail polish, and scolded Caitlyn gor laughing at her, and cursed again because she forgot to feed the cat – again -, which she had recently dopted and was named Katy Perry, and repainted her nails - neon orange this time -, and tried to use a school fan to dry them, only to give up and wink at Caitlyn as her special guest came into the room.

He wasn't expecting to walk into the room and find Meredith cursing at a young girl around his age, who was holding a glittery pink fan - decorated by Meredith - in her hands, placed directly over Meredith's brightly colored nails. The girl dropped the fan on top of Meredith's hands when she saw the "guest" standing at the door, and Meredith winked. If a wink could be loud, this one was, in fact, the loudest. Meredith stood up from her seat and pulled the girl up, getting some orange nail polish on the girl's long-sleeved shirt. The girl stopped and yelled at Meredith. Said "guest" stepped back for a moment. Even if she was Meredith... you justdon't yell at a teacher.

"Hey!" The guest yelled at the girl. "Don't yell at Meredith. She's your elder!"

"Wow. Loser much?" The girl replied. "Elder?"

She said this at the same time as Meredith said this. "ELDER? Who are you calling an ELDER?"

"Don't call me a loser! You're a loser!" The guest replied, his face turning red with anger.

"Oh," Meredith moaned. "This isn't how it was supposed to go."

Meredith thought quickly. Naturally, the only way to solve this was simple. Meredith ran out of the room, locked the door and pasted a sign to the door so the kids inside could read it.

Get along or stay in there.

And that is how Caitlyn Gellar met Nate Grey.

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