Ok. So here's what you'll need to know. The story takes place as a modern day high school (Port Charles High School), and most of the characters (unless mentioned otherwise) are teenagers. This will be kind of like A Walk To Remember.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS MENTIONED IN THIS STORY, OR THE BASIC THEME ON WHICH THIS FANFIC IS BASED.

PROLOGUE:

Jason Quartermaine was your average high school jock: captain of the varsity football team, spending scorching summer days out in the intense heat dazzling innocent female bystanders with his sweating... (and also shirtless)... body, while playing a quick round or two of basketball with his fellow football friends on the basketball court at the community park. He was the guy every girl at school wanted to date, and every boy wanted to be. He was the man. Girls just came and went like seasons; he had yet to find one that sparked any real interest or curiosity. Yet the poor boy couldn't seem to keep them away from him. What with his sun-touched, golden, blond, hair, eyes such a brilliant, yet pale crystal blue that threatened to rival and outdo that of the vast expanse of sky that enveloped their quaint town, the slight bend to his otherwise perfect nose, and not to mention his perfectly chiseled and mildly tanned body and all. He was always surrounded by his friends and overbearing, yet wealthy family. He was the apple of his parents' eyes. Jason had the perfect life. What more could he ask for... right?

Elizabeth Webber was orphaned at a young age... until her grandmother Audrey Harding most graciously agreed to take the little girl in. Her mother had died shortly after giving birth, due to fatal complications during the delivery. Her father had died two years later, in a hit-and-run accident, joining her virtuous mother in heaven. She couldn't really say she mourned for her parents; how can you feel sad for someone you didn't or barely knew? The only proof of her parents existence came through old photographs displayed throughout the house and from the shards and fragments of her weak and immature, then two-year-old, memory. Yet people felt sorry for her anyway. Even when she politely told them not to. She was every parent and teacher's dream; she wasn't very talkative , and she never spoke out of turn. She didn't talk back... at least she tried not to, and she always had her homework done. She had a striking beauty that many overlooked or just failed to notice. Most likely due to the fact that she preferred to to hide behind the comfort of her sweaters and overalls, and didn't have much of a taste for expensive clothing and make-up. She enjoyed spending her free time helping students who needed academic aid, volunteering throughout the community, and helping with the drama club at school. Behind the scenes of course, for she was much too shy to ever display her ambidextrous talents through performing. Painting, and singing especially. That she did in her church choir, where her voice could be drowned out amongst the others surrounding hers.