Chapter 1

A/N: An AU. What if Kensi and Deeks had met in high school? This will still include the whole ordeal with Deeks' dad, and Kensi's dad's death, but Kensi isn't homeless. She's a foster child. Also, because of my love of Choir, (Go CTJHS Choir!) Kensi will be a choir kid. Deeks will be a soccer player. Please enjoy :)

Kensi had just started her Junior year of high school at Pacific SouthWest High School, in Los Angeles, California. She was only 16 years old, but she had already been through so much stuff. Her mom had left her and her dad. Her dad died when she was only 15, and then she was forced into foster care, only two months after his death. She hated her life. She had no friends or family left, and now she had to start at a new high school, where she was fresh bait. She was just praying that choir could be her safe haven. Hopefully the kids at PSWHS wouldn't be bitches.

During lunch she was fully expecting to be left completely alone, but a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, surfer dude sat down across from her.

"Who are you?" Kensi asked, coldly.

"My name's Marty, but I like to be called Deeks. What's your name?" He said as he smiled brightly at her.

"None of your business."

"Well, clearly you're not in the mood to talk, so I'll talk to you."

Kensi just stared at him, waiting to see what he was going to do.

"I'm a Junior. I'm on the varsity soccer team. I'm in Spanish, even though my accent sucks. I don't have very many friends. Even the other people on the soccer team think I'm a joke. You looked like you didn't have any friends either, so I decided to sit with you. If you want me to leave, I will."

"You don't have to leave."

"Ok. Now that I told you a little about me, can you at least tell me your name?"

"My name is Kensi. I'm a Junior, too." She obliged.

"Is Kensi short for something?"

"Nope. Just Kensi. Is Marty short for something?"

"Martin. But only my mom calls me that."

"Is Deeks you're last name?"

"Technically no. My last name is Brandel, but my mom's last name is Deeks. It's a long story."

"I have time."

"Maybe I'll tell you one day."

"Ok." She dropped it, seeing his apprehension.

"So, will you be my friend?" He asked, flashing another smile.

"I've got nothing better to do." She said, smirking.

"Now that we're friends, you can tell me more about yourself."

"I'm athletic, but not in any sports. They conflict too much with my choir schedule."

"Choir kid, huh? Are you any good?"

"I made first chair at All State last year."

"I don't know what that means."

"So there's a huge competition in choir. It starts with Region Choir. You compete with everyone in the region. There are 30 spots in the choir, known as chairs. There are 30 chairs for each for part. There are 8 voice parts. I'm a First Soprano. I sing the highest parts. Anyway, so after Region, the top 10 chairs go to Pre-Area. An Area is comprised of multiple regions. After Pre-Area, the top 5 chairs go to Area, aka All State. I competed with the best singers in the state, and came out on top."

"Wow, that's pretty impressive."

"I love choir. Or at least I did. I haven't been yet, and I'm nervous to see how it's gonna go."

"Well, I'm not sure how good the choir is. I've never been to a concert, and they've never performed at a game. I'm sure you'll be fine though. So, what language do you take?"

"Yo también tomo español, pero mi acento es muy bien." (I take Spanish too, but my accent is very good.)

"Show off much?" Deeks scoffed.

"I've been learning Spanish since I was 5. I'm also fluent in Portuguese, and I know some French."

"Are your parents really into language?"

"My dad was a Marine. He travelled all over the world. He picked up some French while on a tour in France, and he taught me when he got back. I started learning at the age of 12."

"Did your dad retire from the Marines?"

"Yeah. He works as a personal trainer now." Kensi lied. She wasn't ready to talk about her dad's death.

"Cool. What about the Portuguese? How did you learn that?"

"My mom's parents were from Portugal. My mom grew up speaking English and Portuguese. She taught me. I grew up bilingual. My mom lived in Spain for ten years from the age of 5 to 15, so obviously she learned Spanish. She decided to start teaching me at the age of 5."

"Quite the history. So you're what? Portuguese-American? Half Portuguese, half white?"

"My dad's family is mostly of German decent. My mom's family is all from Portugal. I was born in Boston, but moved to San Diego when I was only 6 months old. We moved to LA when I was 10."

"I've lived hear all my life."

"Do you plan on staying here for the rest of your life?"

"Yeah. I love this city."

"Yeah, it's pretty cool."

"What about you? Do you wanna live here for life?"

"I don't know. I guess I'll just wait and see where life takes me."

Right as Deeks was going to respond, the bell rang, signaling it was time to get to 6th period.

"I have a game tonight. I would love it if you came. Here's my number." Deeks said as he gave her a piece of paper with his phone number on it.

"Yeah, I'll be there."

The new friends went their separate ways, and met again during 8th period. It turns out they have Spanish class together.

"Hi again, Kensi." Deeks said as he sat down next to her.

"Oi."

"I think you mean 'Oye.'"

"No, I mean 'Oi. It means hi in Portuguese."

"Oh. But this is Spanish class."

"And I speak perfect Spanish, yet I'm here anyway."

"Touché. So, how did choir go?"

"Really well, actually. The people seem very nice, and I got the music for Region. I have to start practicing immediately if I want to have any shot at making it."

"When is the first competition?"

"October 20th. I have to learn 3 songs by then, and it's August 16th. Normally I would've gotten the music in June or July, but I transferred schools. I'll be behind everyone else, but I'm a fast learner."

"What songs do you have to learn?"

"Ave Maria, it's in Latin. Barcarolle, it's in French and it's super easy. And Agnus Dei in the Latin version."

"I have never heard of any of them. Why don't you have any English songs?"

"Because there aren't a lot of old English songs, and the state music association likes to use old songs."

"Cool, I guess. I'll happily be you're practice audience anytime."

"I might take you up on that offer."

"Ok."

"Discúlpeme Señor Deeks y Señorita Blye. Hablan solo en Español. No Inglés." The teacher said, hearing their conversation. (Excuse me Mr. Deeks and Ms. Blye. Speak only in Spanish. No English.)

"Lo siento mucho, Señora." Kensi apologized. (So sorry, Ma'am.)

"Lo siento, Maestra." Deeks quickly apologized after Deeks. (Sorry, Teacher.)

Kensi could feel her cheeks becoming as red, as the whole class stared at them. She was already pissing off a teacher on her first day. Just great.

The two stopped talking and paid attention for the rest of class, when the bell finally rang, Kensi quickly sprung out of her seat and started gathering her stuff.

"So I know this is kind of awkward to ask you considering we just met today, but can you act like my girlfriend? I want to introduce you to the soccer team, and they all think I'm a loser. If I introduced you as my girlfriend, maybe they'd respect me a little more." Deeks said, as the two walked to the athletics building.

"You want to use me?" Kensi deadpanned?"

"Just for today, then we'll never do it again. Please." He pleaded.

"I guess. But I'm not kissing you."

"You don't have to, but we should hold hands when we walk into the gym."

"Fine." Kensi said as she intertwined her fingers with his.

She actually didn't mind it as much as she thought she would, but of course she wasn't going to tell him that.

The two walked into the gym, where the rest of the soccer team was.

"Who's this, Deeks?" The team captain named Codee Issac asked.

"This is my girlfriend, Kensi."

"Wow, little Deeks is finally grown up." Another player said.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Conner?"

Nobody said anything.

"That's what I thought."

Deeks walked slightly away from the team with Kensi to talk.

"Sorry about that. Like I said, they don't respect me and apparently anything that comes with me."

"It's ok."

Kensi headed out to the soccer field while Deeks get ready for the game.

After a nearly 2 hour game, the PSW Fighting Seals won 20-12 against the Northern Hills High Elephants.

"You were good. I don't understand why the team doesn't respect you." Kensi said as she met back up with Deeks in the gym.

"I don't know either. I play better than most of the people on the team. I scored 7 of the goals. That's like a third of the goals we made."

"I gotta go, but I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye."

Kensi walked away, smiling, realizing this was going to be the start of something wonderful.