Rewriting Amy

Chapter One

Hey peeples, so this is just an idea that popped into my head. I hope that you like it, that is, if you read it. So I'm just gonna start now.

"Omg, what are we gonna wear?" Tori squealed, tearing apart my closet for a dress to wear to the party.

"I don't know, but I'd rather not have to clean this up tonight, so I'd prefer if you would search like a normal person."

"Who says I'm normal?" She says, smirking.

"Fine. Give me my purple one." I say and she hands me my dark purple sleeveless short dress. It hugs me in all of the right places, showing off what little I have. I'm 5'7", my hair is brown and a little past my shoulders, and I'm skinny. I have muscles from working out and playing softball, plus cheerleading gives me my flexibility. I don't have much to offer, but that doesn't stop every guy in my school from hitting on me, and my boyfriend doesn't mind my empty figure either. He also happens to be Michael Barrett, the quarterback of the football team and so called "sex god" of our school. Did I forget to mention my name? I'm Amy Palmer, head cheerleader and apparently one of the most popular people in my school.

"How's this one look?" Tori asks, wearing my short black halter dress.

"Good, now let's go. The party doesn't start without us." I say with a sly grin, knowing the ironic truth of it. We drive to the party, and Tori babbles the whole way about how drunk she was going to get and how many guys she would probably do.

"Gavin, and Jeff, and Kyle, and James.." She continues her list.

"So you're gonna screw a bunch of drunk ass guys while you're drunk, and you expect not to get pregnant?" I ask, baffled by her logic.

"Oh, I guess I didn't think about that. Well I have condoms in my purse." She beams, pulling out the foil wrappers.

"Okay, I did not need to know that." I joke, and cover the side of my face while I drive with the other. "I don't think drunk guys are going to want a condom on their dick though Tori." I glance at her.

"Oh well."

"Wait, are you on the pill?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that." She giggles and grins so widely her mouth looks like the Great Wall of china. Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating a little, but still. Her mouth is huge.

"Only you would forget that you're on birth control. No wonder you're a blonde."

"Hey! You're close to blonde."

"Not even close, brain wise." I smirk and hear a small huff from her.

"You're just jealous."

"Of what?" I laugh.

"Of my stuffed tiger." I frown. She has a life size tiger stuffed animal that I want so badly. I'm obsessed with tigers and she won't give me it. "And the penguin." She grins, and my frown grows deeper. She has a penguin that's the same way, and she won't give me either one.

"You're a terrible person, you know that?"

"Yes I do."

"Bitch."

"Slut."

"Whore."

"S'more!" I hear a distinct male voice yell out and then I realize we're already at the party. It's Dustin, who stands near our car, listening to the conversation.

"Really Dusty? Do you have to ruin everything?" I say, hugging him.

"Come on palm tree, lighten up." He hugs me back.

"Don't call me that." I growl, glaring at him.

"Okay, okay. Geez Aim." He throws his hands up in surrender.

"That's much better." I grin, walking with him to the house.

"So...where's your dick?" He scowls down at me.

"Well obviously I am a girl, so I don't keep one on me." I smirk, but his scowl doesn't fade.

"You know what I mean, Aim."

"Well, in that case, I don't know. Why do you care?"

"Well I'm sorry that as your best friend I'm not allowed to worry about you being with that asshole."

"Dustin, I didn't mean it like that. I just don't see why you're so against us being together."

"Because he cheats on you. He cheats on all of the girls he dates." We sit on the grass.

"You don't know for certain that he cheated on me though."

"Yeah I do, Amy."

"How?" He says nothing, just points to a couple kissing behind a tree. I realize it's Michael kissing one of the school sluts. "Oh. Just great."

"I'm sorry Aim."

"I-I'll live. Hey, I'm picking you up tomorrow at three."

"Um...don't you think it's a little too ear-"

"It's not a date, loser. Did you seriously forget?"

"Forget what?" I point to my belly and he realizes what I mean.

"Oh, okay. I remember now." I grin.

"I can't wait to see what it looks like!"

"I know. It's gonna be adorable." Dustin just mocked pretty much all the teen sluts out there.

"Don't turn into Tori. I have enough of that as it is."

"Like, totes girl!"

"Dustin I swear to The Walking Dead!" I'm obsessed with that show, like, seriously. A bunch of people drama mixed with flesh thirsty dead people who you get to beat the shit out of with a damn sword. I am so being a me version of Michonne in the event of an apocalypse.

"Uh-oh, now she's serious." Brady sits next to me and slings his arm around my shoulder.

"Okay, I give up, again." He says, and I roll my eyes.

"Again?" Brady raises an eyebrow.

"I called her palm tree near the car."

"Ah, makes sense now." Brady shakes his head, his short brown hair slightly quivering. His brown eyes are glinted with amusement. He looks down at me and I realize I'm staring. "See something you like, princess?" He smirks.

"In your dreams, Charming." I know, we have the dumbest nicknames in the world for each other, but we were friends before we left the womb. All of us were. Me, Brady, Dustin, Chris, Tommy, and Seth. Yeah, I'm the only girl, but I love it.

"You know you want this." He says, poking his well toned abs, but I'm used to abs, all the guys have them. Even my little Dusty.

"More like the other way around."

"Wait, so you want me to want you?" He smirks.

"Nope, I prefer Seth over you." I smirk back, but I know that's a complete lie. I would choose Brady easily, but I don't want to date my boys, they're my babies. I seriously feel like dating them would, in my mind, seem like real life incest. I see the boys as the older brothers I always wanted and they see me as their sister too. Eventually all the guys show up and we commence the drinking.