Hi and welcome to my fic! I was wasn't inially planning on publishing it, but thought 'what the heck?' so here I am, publishing! Not sure if i'll get any readers, but if you are reading, I hope you enjoy!

I used to write under the name 'big cliffy meanie' but couldn't remember my log in details!

A little key to my writing

"Speech"

'thoughts'

~*~ this means that its later on!

Chapter 1: Dreaming

Enjoy!

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She stood, staring at her best friend TJ, the crowds all around them watching in anticipation.

'Well here goes noting she thought' closing her eyes and leaning in towards her nine year old best friend TJ Detweiler.

Their lips met, and it felt... soft, shivers ran down her spine, and she felt goose bumps move up her arms. After what felt like an eternity, or maybe a few seconds, they broke away and gazed into each other's eyes. She then became aware of the unnatural silence around her and remembered, she was Spinelli, she was tough, the owner of madam fist, she had a reputation to maintain!

"eeeewwww!" they cried in unison. Their blissful moment was shattered.

"Yuck puke city!" Spinelli exclaimed

"Quick" cried TJ "Someone get me some mouthwa- BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Spinelli woke with a start and slammed her fist down on the snooze button on the alarm clock that had rudely interrupted her dream. Spinelli rolled onto her back and smiled as she tried to reflect on her dream; it had been 7 years since the 'experiment' and it still seemed to crop up in her dreams every now and then.

No longer were the gang nine years old, they were in high school, however much they had grown and changed, the bond between them, especially that between Spinelli and TJ, had remained as strong, and had grown, if possible, stronger over the years.

Spinelli was alone in the kitchen, buttering her toast when the doorbell rang; she hurried to the door, slices of toast in a napkin.

"Morning Spin!" said TJ cheerily taking a piece of toast from her hand, taking a bite and glancing behind her into her home "Parents still away?"

Seven years on and TJ had remained just as fun loving, and just as loyal to his friends. TJ was about a 'head' taller than Spinelli, and as a result of his regular exercise and visits to the gym, his puppy fat had melted away, and had been replaced by toned arms and a six pack. He tended to dress in trainers, jeans and T-shits with some sort of logo or design. TJ was still her best friend, he lived down the street, and they walked to school together every day.

"Yeah, they called last night to say they'd been held up on business and they'd be back in a few days" explained Spinelli, grabbing her bag and coat off the banister and stepping out the door.

"Well Mum's insisted that you come over after school and have dinner tonight, she keeps worrying about you being left on your own"

Spinelli watched TJ quietly, reflecting on her dream; there's no denying TJ had changed somewhat since school, he seemed to look good without even trying, his bed head hair, toned body and piercing blue eyes certainly made a lot of girls swoon...

She supposed she had changed too, her tough reputation had maintained, however she no longer wore her brother Joey's old boots, ski hat, or hair in pigtails. Instead she now spent her time in jeans, trainers, whatever top she could be bothered to put on, but she was never without her signature black leather jacket. Her black, choppy layered hair came to just below her shoulders, and she hated her figure, her curves (although in all the right places) made her feel a little insecure.

"HELLO? EARTH TO SPINELLI!" said TJ waving his hand in front of her

"Sorry? What did you say?" asked Spinelli, aware that she'd been gaping at TJ as he spoke, not really listening.

"Got enough food there Mikey?" asked Vince, eyeing up Mikey's overflowing lunch plate. Vince was much the same as he was in school, well built, very tall, and the school's star basketball player, he loved nothing more than playing sports with his friends, and winning basketball games.

"Yes thank you Vince" replied Mikey, Vince would often comment on his portion sizes, but Mikey, being a peace lover, always choose to ignore his friend's sarcastic tone. Like Vince, Mikey hadn't changed much since school, he had a very large appetite, and as a result his frame was at least twice that of any other pupil in the school, his increasing frame left him to be known as a 'gentle giant' his peaceful nature and love of poetry hadn't faltered through the years.

"So, what does everyone have planned for the weekend?" asked Gretchen "I, personally am going to the science convention" Gretchen remained just as academic, working on science projects and inventions in her free time. She remained tall and slim (Spinelli rather envied her 'catwalk model-like' figure, she would never admit it of course) Gretchen had gotten braces, but had drawn the line and getting contact lenses, she opted instead for a pair of stylish, flattering frames, she tended to dress modestly, in smart long sleeve tops or jumpers.

"I'll be and my Dad's army base for the weekend, he wants me to beat my best time on the assault course" replied Gus, he had to be the one that had changed the most over the years, he was tall and as a result of regular drill training, was well built just like his father, and loved the army and its training, (and the female admiration) more than anything else.

The gang soon became lost in conversation, and before they knew it, the bell rang to signal the end of lunch.

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Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter, it's really just an introduction to the story!

Apologies for any bad gramar or spelling, I'm dyslexic, so although I've done my best to proof read, I may have missed something!

Please read and review! Constructive criticism welcome!

Big Cliffy Meanie x