Chapter One

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\\\Authors Ramble: first person to laugh at this, will get a swift kick in the ass.  I had a dream.. and it made me wake up with this GIANT smile on my face... so I'm making a story out of it!///

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 "No freaking way!  Guys!  Guys!  Did you hear?"  I jumped onto my best friends back, laughing as she staggered under my weight.  All of our other friends looked at me as if I'd lost my mind, but I didn't blame them.  I was the quiet, awkward, shy and serious one.  I never laughed, hardly ever smiled and I had never talked so loudly in my life, I'm pretty sure.  But today was different.  Today was a big day!  It was cause for celebration! 

 "Benny, who hasn't heard?  Its the biggest thing to happen to this tiny school yet.  Everyone's been talking about it since it was announced last week. Did you see the paparazzi outside of the gates?  The police officers lined up to keep them back in case they got out of hand?  This is crazy." I looked over towards the gates.  No.  I hadn't seen the hundreds of people with cameras and flashing lights and microphones.  How had I missed them?  Too  caught up in my own dream world, I supposed.  Looking back to my sister, who had pointed them out, I sighed. 

 "You don't seem very excited Candy."

 "Of course I'm not.  I don't want a celebrity coming into our school, much less three of them.  Its ridiculous.  We dont need anymore pompous assholes lining our hallways, we dont need anymore jerks tripping you as you walk by or pushing you into lockers, we have plenty of those already.  Now the school is adding three more of them!"

 I groaned, listening to her rant.  She did it a lot, actually.  For a younger sister, she sure was overprotective of her big brother.  She began to tie her long, blonde hair into a ponytail, which always meant she was serious and was about to go into a full-blown lecture when I spotted them.

 "There they are!" I whispered excitedly, jumping off of Leah's back.  Candy glared at me as I stood completely still, staring at some of the most perfect specimens of men known to mankind. Fucking beautiful. 

 "What are their names again, Benji?" Sunny questioned, touching my arm as she stood beside me, her eyes wide and innocent, looking at the group of people now surrounding the famous trio of boys.

 "Lets see... there's Marty, he's a trouble maker, a partier, the 'bad boy' of the group.  He's the one with the neck-length dirty blonde hair.  Then there's Danny, the quiet, sweet one, he's the tallest one with the curly dark brown hair.. and then there's Rain, the self-proclaimed asshole, with the short blone hair." I watched as Sunny, sweet, shy and adorable Sunny turned her attention towards where Marty had been standing before being swallowed alive by the crowd.  Why did woman have to go for the bad boys?  They'd just wind up being hurt.. I suppose everyone had to learn their lesson on that eventually.  Leah's eyes wandered the crowd, sighing when she didn't see who she was looking for and turned around to walk away.  I grimaced, knowing just who she was looking for but didn't say anything.  

 "Can we please go inside now, before we're late?" Candy's green eyes were almost always sparkling happily, unless someone was picking one someone else of our group.  She was like our guardian, always looking out for us. 

 Mostly me since I was the one messed with most often.  I bit my lip, feeling guilty that because of me, her eyes would stop shining sometimes, because of me she didn't always smile.  She was so beautiful when she laughed too.. I always wondered why she stuck herself with our odd, misfit group when she could have easily been head honcho of the cheerleaders.  People made fun of her too though.. it made me so angry that someone could bully my sister, who was sweet and funny and protective and gorgeous.  That was my fault too.  They only made fun of her because she was related to me.  Sometimes.. all the time really, I wished I could do something.  Stand up for her like she stands up for me or punch someone who dared to lay a hand on her. 

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