Okay, this is a Jessica Simpson & Nick Lachey story because that's what I primarily write but I wanted to post here...I do have some stories I am working on that are NOT Nick/Jessica related and I'll be posting those as well. I hope you enjoy, PLEASE R/R!

Title: High School Years

Author: Jessica

Author’s Note: You guys can’t hate me right now, it’s just a story and if you want to hate me then I’ll warn you Andrea had something to do with this plot so ask her not me! Hehe… I am a HUGE HUGE Jess and Nick fan but just for this story pretend! Anyways, I hope y’all like my new story. Here ya go! Please e-mail me at

Summary: Drew, Nick and Lea live in Cincinnati and are best friends. Drew and Lea have feelings for each other but are too scared to admit it for fear it will hurt their friendship. Jessica is moving to Cincinnati with her family; long behold she ends up moving across the street from the Lachey’s and next door to the Dellecave’s.

“High School Years” Part 1

I watched the cars passing us… I’d been in the car long enough, I just needed to stretch. Something! Get me out of this damn car. We’d been in it going on our 13th hour now. Me, my mama, daddy and sister were moving to Cincinnati from Waco Texas. I didn’t want to move…not at first I didn’t. I hated the fact I had to leave my home where I’d been all my life. My dad was a minister and my mama stayed home with us kids, when we were at school she’d teach aerobics classes. We moved to Cincinnati because my mama had been offered an awesome job offer with some clothes designers’ department store. My mama has the best style, plus she just loves designing things. So we packed up and here I am now…on my way to Cincinnati. Finally we pulled onto a street with tons of medium sized homes and we went down the street…five houses down we turned into the driveway on the left hand side. It was a medium sized white house. Bigger then our home in Texas… I sighed and got out of our car. Ashlee, my sister was busy with mama and daddy, they didn’t even notice I’d gotten out and was walking around the yard. I walked around the whole house about five times while they began unloading the truck with the movers and it wasn’t until my 6th walk around the house I saw the two boys playing basketball across the street. I couldn’t really see what they looked like from how far away I was but the taller on in the red hat looked hot. I wanted to go over there but I heard my mama calling me so I walked into our new house. We moved right in the middle of April (spring vacation) and I had to start going to my new school in a little less then a week. I was going to be a Junior at Cincinnati High and my sister would be going to Cincinnati’s Junior High School. I wasn’t too worried about going to a new school; I easily get along with people when I want to. The only thing about my other school in Texas was they either hated me or loved me. I wasn’t the “average” teenager. I’d always been into singing and dancing, I had a gospel label and was doing a CD but it fell through. I never gave up, my parents never really paid attention, and they used their time to focus on my sister and their jobs. They agreed and let me do the gospel record since it was a friend of my dad’s but it was all me on my own after that, it was hard. Girls hated me because they thought they could sing as good as I could. Guys, they only wanted to be my friend for one reason. You see, I began developing very early; I was in fifth grade when boys would tell me all kinds of things and if I did things they’d be my friend. They didn’t like me. By my 8th grade year I was already a D and I’d wear sweatshirts and t-shirts and I even taped my boobs down once trying to flatten myself. My mama never talked to me about anything, so I wrote it all in my journal. My childhood was me, my journal, my faith in God which was a huge part and still is a huge part of my life. Me and my two best friends both vowed to save ourselves for marriage. Everyone at school made fun of me for it, but I didn’t care. I spent my childhood staying focused on me, my friends, my singing and my faith. So school was always different for me, I never fit in with the “cool” crowd because I didn’t want to do that kind of stuff that made you “cool” Starting school in a week wasn’t a huge deal but I wasn’t excited either. I got my clothes ready the night before and made sure I was all set for my first day of school tomorrow. The whole week before school started I saw those two boys outside at their house almost everyday. I never went over there, I was scared. They probably never even noticed me. Sometimes there would be some girl with them. I’d seen her next door to me too, I think she lives there. The three of them look like they have a lot of fun together. It wasn’t until two days ago I started seeing some brunette too. She was tall and pretty and had the perfect body any guy would want in a girl. That made me jealous though because that’s the girl that seemed really close to the guy that was wearing the red hat that day. I didn’t want to act jealous because I didn’t know the guy but I was. My mama woke me up early for school, I got ready and she drove me there. I went to my homeroom and stayed quiet…I didn’t need to talk to people I was happy just being by myself. I had trigonometry first period. I hated math! When I got there I sat in the second to last seat in the first row. Everyone began filling into the classroom and when I looked up I saw the guy that I now call the “red hat hottie” walking by me and sitting right behind me in the last desk! I smiled and just sank down in my seat. I could sense him looking over my shoulder the whole time while we took notes…he was copying mine. I tried not to smile but couldn’t help it. Finally the bell rang and he tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around…he was more gorgeous in person.
“Hey…you must be the new girl. My name is Nick.” I smiled and shook his hand that he had extended.
“Hi…yeah I think I moved in across from your house. My name is Jessica.” I saw him smile and that made me smile more. We stood there as the classroom emptied out.

End of part 1.