Opposites Attract-update-*8/20*

[tayl0rb0baylor]

Wahdup? I'm Taylor. And this is my first EVER Nick fanfic. I've written for Joseph on FF.net, but never for Nick. So I'm kind of nervous about making this story..hope you like it!

BTW, on FF.net my username is UNCarolina8D. But I'm laying low for awhile and see when this whole thing calms down. But in the mean time, I'm here!

Enjoy and tell me what you think please! I really want to know!


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Nothing in common but this trust
I'm like a minus, she's like a plus
One going up, one coming down
But we seem to land on common ground

When things go wrong we make corrections
To keep things moving in the right direction
Try to fight it but I'm telling you Jack
Its true- this- Opposites Attract

-Opposites Attract, Paula Abdul

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She’s so much different from me. Everything I am, she’s the exact opposite. Not a lot of people understand why we’re even together.

I like a schedule and kind of on the shy side.

She’s spontaneous and crazy.

I like the Yankees.

She likes the Red Sox.

I’m organized and neat.

She’s messy and can NEVER find anything.

I’m intellectual and enjoy a nice, serious conversation every once in a while. But I have to WORK at it. You know, study and do my homework the night BEFORE instead of the day OF.

She’s freaky smart, but she doesn’t study or pay attention. She just KNOWS it. If she was determined enough she could be top in her class. But that would mean being serious. .She doesn’t enjoy ANYTHING serious. Especially serious conversations.

And that’s just some of our differences personality wise. You should see the way we contrast on our looks.

I have brown, curly hair.

She has blonde, straight hair.

I have brown eyes.

She has the brightest color of blue eyes I have EVER seen. They’re like the ocean...

We both have pretty slim figures, but I’m more muscle.

She’s so little that I can wrap my hand around her upper arm. She’s like a twig.

But then there are the differences that I like (well, I don’t mind the look differences, but I could do without some of the personality differences)

Like she’s extremely ticklish EVERYWHERE.

But there is not a spot anywhere that you could tickle me and I would laugh.

She hates it, but I enjoy laughing at her as she tries to tickle under my chin. But we've learned to balance each other out.

We’re complete opposites. And it took us awhile to understand that’s okay, opposites attract. Like I learned in eighth grade science, protons and electrons attract to each other by opposite electric charge.

So I’m going to tell you our story. Well, from my point of view.

[kaitlynjonas]

this is going to be amazing, i can tell so far. im excited[:
great job!

[Anna]

ooh, sounds good
;D

[tayl0rb0baylor]

Well I saw her just as I was leaving
Crossing in between the cars
Sometimes seeing is just not believing
Like a spaceship coming down from Mars
(Oh)
Total attraction
You're driving me insane
A chain reaction
Baby, tell me what's your name
Baby, what's your name
Yeah, you know I'm not that underhanded
But I didn't know what else to do
So I told her that the ships had landed
And I told her "I'll take care of you"

What’s Your Name?-Boston

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Okay, so I kind of liked her at first. It’s weird. I liked her, but I didn’t like my teacher. Know what I’m saying?

Let me break it down.

I first saw Landon Gerard in Boston. She was crossing traffic, publically and openly breaking the law. She seemed to be a professional jay walker.

It was just the way I was drawn to her. She was dressed pretty plainly in shorts and a tank top. It was scorching hot that day. The only thing that went through my mind was to know her name.

There is one slight problem. Going up to girls and flirting is not my specialty. It’s definitely Joe’s, but not mine.

That was what made it so weird for me. She was the first girl I went to talk to that I didn’t know. There was just something different about her.

Wow, that sounded lame.

Joe seemed to of caught my sudden affection to the mystery girl because, oh I don’t know, I just stopped walking in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Nicholas, I’m not sure if you quite know the meaning of walking. You put one foot in front of the other and try not to stop right in front of people! It kind of helps for Big Rob to not smash into you and flatten you like a pancake.”

Stupid Joe and his smart butt comments. They’re true, but still! I was having a moment here! A special moment between me and, well, me.

“Dude, just go up and talk to her! You’re a Jonas Brother for crying out loud! It’s not like you’re going to get rejected!”

He made sense. In a weird and conceded way. Oh, that Kevin! Always on his toes!

“Here, I’ll go talk to her.”

Before I could stop him Joe was gone. He does this a lot so Big Rob doesn’t really do anything about it. He just laughs as he watches Joe get weird looks from the rare girls who aren’t fans. That’s all Joe seems to find.

“Oh no. He’s talking to her! Kevin, hide me!”

I jumped around Kevin before he pushed me away.

“Don’t hide behind me! Hide behind Big Rob! He’s..big!”

Before I could successfully make my change in hiding places Joe was pointing at me and the girl was waving. She was waving!

I waved back shyly before looking at my shoes. Like I told you, I never do this. It’s a little scary at the moment.

Before I knew it I was looking at a small girl with a blonde ponytail and flip-flops. She seemed smiley and roll with the flow kind of girl. She kind of seemed used to this. She probably got picked up randomly in the streets of Boston all the time. That’s a little weird now that I think about it.

“Hi.”

It was probably completely obvious that I was staring. It’s not my fault, really!

“Hello.”

“So, I got to go..pick my..belly button! Come help me Kevin!”

Pick his belly button? That was his best excuse!

She didn’t seem to care and just laughed if off. Wow.

“So, why are you in Boston?”

I was so occupied listening to her laugh that I almost didn’t hear what she said.

“Oh, I’m..working. You?”

She nodded and smiled. “Internship.”

You would think that the word internship would go through my mind and I would think of the evil teenaged girl ready to ruin my life, but I was to distracted by her smile to notice.

“That’s nice.”

There was an awkward silence.

“You’re new at this aren’t you?”

Great. Now she thinks I’m a dork.

“Is it that obvious?”

“Well you sent your brother to do your pickup lines and you’re not to good at conversation, so kind of.”

I blushed and turned my head.

“That’s okay though. I like shy guys. They’re more mysterious.”

I’m officially one of the luckiest guys in the world.

“Really? Most girls like them funny and outgoing like Joe. I kind of get pushed aside.”

She stopped suddenly and pointed at a designer purse in a shop window. Talk about ADD.

“If I could have one thing in the entire universe, it would be that purse!”

She was in awe of it. She practically drooled. It was kind of hot. Did I just think that?

“Why don’t you buy it?”

She looked at me like I was ridiculous.

“Have you seen the price tag on that thing? I’ve been coming here practically my entire life and that price hasn’t gone down one cent.”

She looked kind of sad at first, but then she bounced back up and shrugged her shoulders.

“Oh well. It’s not like I actually need it.”

Before I could respond Joe was jumping up and down and pointing at his watch. Darn time and it’s..timing.

“I’ve got to go. I know this seems weird, but can I have your number?”

“Sure, just let me find a pen.”

She started to open up her purse but stopped.

“I don’t think I have one. Do you?”

I pulled out my pen I always keep in my pocket and gave it to her.

“Aren’t you prepared? You’re like a magician!”

She quickly scribbled her number on my hand before nodding her head towards my brother.

“You better go. He’s probably going to have a heart attack.”

Why did she have to mention the word heart attack? That’s the reason I’m having a teenager teach me geometry instead of Ms. Connor. Nice, old, Ms. Connor. She just had to have a heart attack and recover at the exact time tutoring started.

You would think a normal guy would be happy about this. A teenage girl teaching school. Sounds awesome! The only thing is I’m not any other guy. I want to try to keep things as normal as possible. If that means having a seventy-five year old teacher then so be it!

“Yeah, I better. I’ll call you later? What’s your name?”

She was already gone before I could get an answer.





AN: Sorry it took so long! Tell me what you think! Thanks for reading!