LION VS. LAMB
touttoi.

Synopsis: "I'm not even sure that this is a crush... He intrigues me, and the strangest thing happens when we touch."
Can a single handshake simply determine love? Forks High's anonymous school mascots are about to push the boundaries of friendship.

Disclaimer: I own no rights to Twilight or its characters; all I've got is the power to place them into strange situations.

CHAP 1
Introducing Cindy and Louie

I put my Sheep head on as the girls entered the locker room.

Coach Clapp thundered in after them. "Alright ladies, I want you to go out there and play fair, even if that is the boy's team, you need to show them who's boss!"

"Uh, Coach Clapp, aren't you also coaching the boy's team? Which team are you on?" Rosalie asked. Rose was the top girls' player, not to mention captain.

"Yes, but I... I'm the coach and I can do what I want." He dodged the question. "Now go out there and play your best, do you hear me?" He called around the locker room.

"Yes!" we cheered.

"Sheep on three!" Rose ordered. We all put our hands in and yelled 'BAAAA'! Yes, its lame, but I didn't choose the mascot.

I exited the locker room first and the team followed. They took their places on the court and I hung out with the cheerleaders.

"Ready for the game Sheep?" Alice asked. Alice was the only person who knew I was under this Sheep suit. She told me that I needed to get more involved with the school's extra-curricular activities. I'm too uncoordinated for cheerleading and have no interest in sport what so ever, so mascot it was. I am, by day Bella Swan, by night Cindy the Sheep.

"Yep," I answered confidently. I could make an ass out of myself and no one would know. "How's the routine Al?" I asked. Alice was head cheerleader. Yeah, I had some talented friends.

"Pretty good actually." She smiled. The boys entered along with their mascot Louie the Lion. The girl's and the boy's Forks High basketball teams were the best in their division so at the end of every season, before school finished for the year, on Friday afternoons they would play each other. Whether it was to improve the teams or because Coach Clapp had been dared to see whether the girl's or the boy's were better, I'll never know.

Both teams were on the court, shaking hands before they actually played. Louie the Lion was waiting by the jump circle so I followed suit and made my way there too.

"Good luck this season." He said, removing the paw from his hand and holding it out.

I removed my hoof and tried to sound polite, "Yeah, good luck to you too." They would need all the luck they could get.

I took his hand and he took mine. A bolt of electricity shot through my arm. Our hands dropped grip in unison. I looked at our separated palms. They looked the same. Strange. My hand was tingling, not in a bad way though. Disorientated, I walked off court.

"Hey Alice, do you know who is under that Lion head?" I asked her. She gave me a curious expression and shook her head.

Then the game began, I kinda understand the aim of basketball: to get the ball away from the other hoop and into yours; but talk about the complicated logistics of the game and I will blank. In the end it was close but the boy's team won by a three pointer. During the game I had cheered as loud as I could and danced around goofily at half time. It felt great, to be confident and foolish but not worry about what everyone thought of you. There was one thing that bothered me though. Louie the Lion. I couldn't get him out of my head. Nor would the bizarreness of that handshake go away either.

* * * * *

As the players mingled on the court before the start of the game, I made my way forward for the traditional shake. We – meaning me, in this instance – always had to shake hands with the opposing mascot. I actually think it's almost as secure as signing a contract - in this case being a contract to not end up on YouTube with the tagline FORKS MASCOTS FIGHT.

Cindy the Sheep stumbled off the bench and started walking towards me. I wonder who is under that suit. Every time I've seen the person under the mascot head reveal themselves they've always been... well... frankly, they're not the most attractive person in a pile of ugly people.

Is that why I'm in this suit?

No, I wouldn't say I'm ugly, nor would I say I am lacking in confidence. I am still Edward Cullen, the Edward Cullen who did a nudie run after the girl's team won the first game last year. The only way I would ever be mascot is if I lost a bet. Which is exactly what happened.

My sister Alice said that the boy's and girl's teams would draw evenly last year. I, of course, said the Lions would smash the Sheep but it didn't happen. So I became Louie. Teach me to bet against that damn pixie.

I pulled off my paw as the Sheep made her way to me and she did the same.

"Good luck this season," I said refraining from adding a 'you'll need it'. That's what got me in this rancid suit in the first place.

"Yeah, good luck to you too." Her voice was muffled, preventing me from getting an idea of whom she might be.

I grasped her hand and she grasped mine. My skin grew warm and the feeling shot right up to my shoulder before disappearing. She released me to put her hoof back on. Who was this girl? She kept me preoccupied the whole game. She would cheer along with the the cheerleaders and she did this quirky dance at half time, though a lot of stumbling was involved. I had never seen the Sheep mascot so... enthusiastic.

I heard the final buzzer - the game was over? I didn't even remember half of it. My older brother Emmett came over and hugged me. He didn't know I was in this suit, but hugs were just Emmett's thing. He then dashed off to apologise to his girlfriend, the girls' captain Rosalie but got a sharp elbow in the gut. I wandered into the Lion's locker room and Coach Clapp was congratulating the team.

"Louie, in my office." Coach Clapp instructed and I followed. "Cullen," he said as the door closed, "I know this is the pitfall of a dare, but if you are going to remain mascot I'm going to need a little more enthusiasm from you."

"Sorry coach," I muttered.

"I'm trying to help you here kid; I know what Alice has in store for you if you try to get out of this gig." I shuddered at his words. Alice had threatened that she would cut off my hair - MY HAIR - if I failed to be an adequate mascot for the Lions.

I nodded to Coach Clapp and went back out into the locker room. The guys must have been showering because it was empty. I quickly ditched the Lion suit and left the room.

I have to stay mascot, I thought to myself as I left the suit behind me. If not only for my hair, but to find out more about that Sheep.

A/N Yes, New Story.
Pass or Fail?
Entertained or Bored?
To be or Not to be?