They were both the best looking kids on the block. It would be of course due to the fact that they were twins. Of course it was obvious.

He has short dark brown hair, those deep brown eyes that made you melt, and a smile that turned every girls heart. But even good genetics couldn't do what years of basketball and a summer of military training had done. Seeley Booth stood at 6 feet tall and was all hard muscle. He was the heart throb of every girl at his highschool.

Then there was his sister. She stood at 5'8" so it was no wonder she was often mistaken for a model. She resembled her brother with her dark brown hair, however it fell in curls around her shoulder, and her brown eyes could turn even the hardest soul soft. Then of course there was her body, strong and solid and yet some how dainty like a pixie. Angela Pearly- Gates Booth was the school knockout, even though most boys didn't even attempt to get with her because of her protective army brother, Seeley.
The Booth twins lived at 3 Montenegro Court, right next door to the mess that was Jodi and Micheal Hill and their foster home.

That foster home was a mess. At any given moment there was always a steady supply of kids. As usual there was Temperance Brennan, the oldest. A slight girl around 5'6" with piercing blue eyes and long brown hair. She had been there for a while now, the longest out of anyone who had stayed there. There was always the younger ones but those were less likely to be seen seeing as they were freshman in the highschool that they went to.

On the other side of the Booths lived an elderly couple. The couple had their own daughter, Camille who was in college at this time, and then an adopted son Lance. Lance was just starting highschool.
This story starts with two people in a Chemistry class together and forming a friendship you would never expect.

In the Booth residence:

Seeley was ready to walk out the door, but of course, unsurprisingly, Angela wasn't.

"Let's go! I'm gonna be late!" Seeley shouted up the stairs.

"Oh calm down mr. muscles. I'm going I'm going." Angela trotted down the stairs and out the door after her brother.

"Angela."

"Oh Seeley, please. It's just school, it's not like it matters anyway, come a year I will be in paris painting and eating crescents, and you shall be, doing well Army stuff." Angela smiled and took shot gun in her brother's large black SUV. Seeing the look on his face she just laughed. "Let's just go okay? We don't want to get stuck behind the bus."

"Who on this street still takes the bus to begin with, and don't call me Seeley." Booth asked feeling out of it after spending the summer away at basic training for the army.

"Well there's Temperance and the gaggle of younger kids with them. I think there is a girl Daisy who lives with them now, and also a boy named Wendell. He's the cute one out of them. There's also someone named Clark but he's quiet and mostly stays to himself. You know all those Foster kids, they always hang out together." Angela retorted while fixing her make up in the mirror.

"Temperance is still there?"

"Yeah, she's always been the same year as us." Angela remarked.

"Then why don't they drive?" Booth asked not paying attention. He watched as so many of them boarded the bus. Most of them were young, but you could see the older girl watching them all walk into the bus, making sure they all got on safe, out of harm's way.

"Why doesn't she just drive them there?" Booth asked innocently. She looked so sad and desolate as she walked up the steps to the bus.

"Like the Hills can afford a car? Be real." Angela shook her head and exited the car. She walked into school lightly. The twins walked to homeroom together talking amongst themselves, as usual air was stolen from people's lungs as they sat and received their schedules.

"Any classes together?" Booth queried. He was trying his best to ignore the stairs from his fellow classmates.

"Lunch." Angela said dryly. "No, we don't. Unless you're in Shakespeare, art, sculpting, wheel throwing, Art history, computer science, geometry, and french, I don't think so."

"Art classes?" Booth smirked. He looked down at his list: Government and Politics, Chemistry, Participation in Government, Statistics, Constitutional Law, English Language, Sports Marketing, and Photography. The good thing about Beverly High School was that by Senior year you had a lot of options. You had to take a History, an English, a Science, a Math and an Art, but after that you were left to your own devices elective wise. He had Chemistry first. He nodded at his sister and then walked down the hall to the labs.

He was one of the last to arrive, unsurprisingly. He had been stopped numerous times, either for someone to give him a pat on the back (he had been missed during the summer) or to ask for his sister's hand in marrage (some jokingly, some were serious) when he finally made it there, there was only one seat open.

He recognized her. It was Temperance Brennan from one house over. He wasn't sure if she recognized him. She had her head buried in some forensics book, but as he sat down next to her and saw how ambivalent she was, he couldn't help but tease her slightly.

"Is this seat taken?" He asked flashing his most charming smile. Temperance didn't even look up from her book as she shook her head once. Booth was not one to be ignored. "Why are you reading about bones?"

"Because they're interesting." She replied shortly. Still she didn't look up. Booth stared down at her. She was so thin, just a bag of bones herself.

"You're interesting, You're Bones." He told her, and so began a nickname. This time her head picked up slightly and she finally looked at him straight in the eye.

"Don't call me Bones." She warned. Her blue eyes looking straight at him, daring him to do it again. He was slightly taken aback, but afraid wasn't one of Booth's major emotions. As the teacher walked in she put down her book and stared intently at him.

"Welcome to Chemistry. Now I want you to look at the person sitting next to you and get acquainted because that is going to be your lab partner for the rest of the year."

Booth chuckled as he saw Bones' horrified expression. He leaned down into her ear and whispered, "Hi there partner." He then watched even more satisfied as the goose bumps raised on her neck.

"Now I'm going to hand out a packet, feel free to work with your partner." Mr. Goodman said. He walked around passing around the packets.

"Let's work together," Booth suggested. He didn't know what it was about this girl but she just made him want her so badly. He couldn't help it. Everything about her was just so damn attractive.

"Fine."

"I'm Seeley by the way, but everyone calls me Booth."

"I know." Bones responded. This made Booth puzzled.

"You know?" He raised an eye brow at her.

"Of course I know, you've lived down the road from me since… since I came here. So for about 3 years now." Brennan began. "I know a lot about you. I know you were in basic training this summer for the military, I know you've dated just about every blonde girl in this school, I know you have a sister Angela. I know you dated the girl Camille Saroyan before she went off to college. I know you had a pregnancy scare with Rebecca. You Seeley Booth live in the public eye. There isn't much about you that is secret."

Bones looked pleased with herself, while Booth simply looked shell shocked. The rest of the day simply passed by in a daze as he tried to figure out what it was about this girl.