Yo. It's Beta with a new fanfic. A GLC one to be exact. One that's WAY better then my other one. Yeah...that one was pretty random. This one I'm actually going to be working hard on. This is Jabe (of course) since Jabe is awesome and totally worth writing fics about! This is also a future fic. Not that far into the future, just around two or three years so Gabe and Jo are around fourteen/fifteen.

Now stop reading this and actually read the darn story! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Good Luck Charlie. I do not own Good Luck Charlie. I do not own Good Luck Charlie. I do not own Good Luck Charlie. I do not own Good Luck Charlie...yeah, you get the point.

Jo's POV

"I've been waiting..."

I spin around. There he is, hidden beneath the shadows of the trees. All I can see is his eyes. His big, beautiful, brown eyes. The rest is lost in the ugly blackness. The boy is staring. Staring straight at me. I take one step forward, and then another. I take a third step but something stops me. Something cold, like a wall made of ice. An ice wall separating me from my future.

The boy laughs and turns around.

"No!" I yell.

He ignores me and walks away. I try to follow him but the stupid wall stops me. There goes the boy of my dreams and the rest of my life...

I sit up and rub my eyes. I've been having that same dream for the past month. It's starting to get on my nerves. It started when I got that stupid fortune cookie. There printed in bold black letters were the words: You must fight for the one you love. I find that kind of ironic since my dream won't even show me who the guy is. I sigh and check my alarm clock. 10:57. Darn, I'm late for school...oh well. There's always tomorrow. I grab a handful of random clothing and head to the washroom.

First I brush my teeth and then I look through the clothes I picked up for something to wear. After a long debate on whether orange made me look like a carrot or not I finally decide to go with the neon green tank top under a black cardigan and dark blue skinny jeans. I brush my hair and put it up in a messy bun. Then I head downstairs.

The first thing I see when I walk into the kitchen is a note taped to the counter. It's from my mom.

Going to town. I'll be back by 5

~Mom

P.S. This is the last time I'm letting you skip

Dang it! She's onto me. I pop a couple slices of bread in the toaster and turn on the TV. I watch and wince at the sight of animals doing their business. Stupid nature channel. I can't believe my mom actually watches this crud.

After flipping channels for twenty minutes I finally settle on my favourite show, Good Luck Harlie. It's about a family, the Luncans, learning to cope with the arrival of the newest member of the family. My favourite character is Mo. She's this girl that bullies the youngest son Abe. Mo reminds me a lot of myself for some strange, bizarre reason. She kind of looks like me too.

I'm about half way through the first episode, Ready Date, when the doorbell rings. I groan and drag myself to the door.

"Who is it?" I yell. No answer. I yank the door open.

"Hey Jo," Gabe says, inviting himself in.

"What are you doing here stupid?" I ask, locking the front door, "Shouldn't you be at school?"

"I was wondering the same thing about you," he replies opening the fridge, "when was the last time your family went grocery shopping?"

I roll my eyes. "Seriously, why the heck are you here?"

"Because I left my hoodie here a few days ago and I'm hungry—ooh, donuts!"

Ugh. I run to the backyard. Where the heck is Gabe's hoodie? I know he left it in my backyard because we were paired up for that lame cloud project. I don't see why we needed partners since all we did was look at clouds. Lame, right? Anyways, after about fifteen seconds, we got bored and went upstairs to throw water balloons at random people walking on the sidewalk from my bedroom window. Gabe threw a really big one that hit an old lady. The old lady turned out to be Mrs. Dabney. Then Gabe dropped his sweater and Mrs. Dabney jacked it. I ran back downstairs.

"Your sweater's cat litter. Now get out of my house," I kick him.

"Ow...that's not really why I'm here," Gabe says taking a bite of a cherry donut.

"Well if that's the case...get out!" I yell grabbing a chocolate one.

"No. The reason why I'm here is because Jake texted me saying that he heard from Heather that she overheard Stella tell Maddi that Zoe told her she was told by Brittney that the other Heather dared Kit to sign you up for helping with the Crush Day dance," Gabe shrugs.

"Kit did what?" I nearly choke on my donut.

"She signed you up for-"

"I heard what you said, Stupid! But why? She knows I hate helping other people!" I whine.

"She only did it because Heather dared her," Gabe reminds me.

"I don't care! She still signed me up! I'm not helping with any stupid C-day dance!"

Okay, if you're wondering what Crush Day is, you obviously don't go to my school. Crush Day is Valentine's Day but with a different name. The reason why we call it Crush Day is because...Valentine's Day just sounds stupid. The main thing is that between the Monday and Thursday of whatever week V-Day is on, people buy candy hearts and roses and stuff. Candy for anyone, white roses for your friend, pink roses for some you kinda like, and red roses for some you really like or are dating. On Friday there's this big dance that anyone who's anyone attends. Even the nobodies attend.

"Jo? Jo! Are you listening?" Gabe asks me.

"What!" I glare at him.

"So anyways, then Chance told me that Lucille told Stella who told Maddi that Heather yelled at Heather for not telling her that Jake saw Kit see you sign me up," Gabe raises an eyebrow.

I gasp. "Kit saw me? I must be losing my touch. No one's supposed to see Jo Keener do anything sneaky!"

Gabe gives me a look.

"Yeah I signed you up," I shrug, "but that was only because I was bored and I hadn't done anything mean to you in that hour. I have a reputation to maintain, you know?"

"Yeah, but why? You know I hate helping people!" he says, mimicking my earlier act.

"Shut up!" I throw the empty donut box at him.

"I have an idea," he says rubbing his head, "Let's not help people by playing Die Zombies Die II." Gabe stares at the game sitting on the counter fresh and unopened.

I grin. "I like the way you think, Stupid."

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