A.N. New story! I know, I know. I've abandoned New Beginnings, it wasn't being received well and I lost the inspiration to keep it going. This one is going to be a Kelly/Punk set in an AU. Kelly is in high school, Punk's an older guy. Lots of stuff happens! =D I'm having fun with this though. I've been searching high and low for good Kelly/Punk fics but they seem to be nonexistent. There is WAY too much Kelly hate around here. Anyways! On with the fic! Let me know what you think! I need reviews to keep up my inspiration. When I think no one is reading I lose all desire to write.

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, except any unfamiliar characters or places or things and stuff that you don't recognize. If I did the Kelly Kelly character would be used more often and in decent story lines!

Chapter 1

Sometimes she wonders if perhaps she'd been dropped on her head as a baby. This was one of those times as Barbara, AKA Barbie found herself sitting at one of the picnic tables in the park, just waiting to catch a glimpse of him. School had just let out and instead of accepting an invitation to her cheer captains house, she'd come here. It was becoming a habit for the beautiful blonde, a habit that if any of her friends knew about she would be regulated to sitting alone at lunch.

She couldn't help herself. Ever since she'd literally ran into him a few weeks ago, in this very park, while rushing to get to her friend Eve's house, Barbie found herself coming back. He was covered in tattoos, his lip was pierced, and his hair looked like it hadn't been washed in a decade. Sounds gross, but Barbie was absolutely mesmerized by him from the moment her baby blues locked with his hazel greens.

She remembers vividly the way his head had tilted to the side, his lips curling into a smirk as she had stuttered out an apology. He'd called her 'sweetheart' causing her heart to lurch into her throat and her cheeks to blaze pink. "No big deal, sweetheart.": Had been his exact words. Words she played over and over in her head like an obsessed teenager - which she just so happened to be.

Barbie is a senior in high school, just shy of being 18. She had no doubt in her mind that he was in his twenties, making her fascination with him that much more pathetic. "You are such a loser Barbs," she muttered to herself, dropping her face into her hands. Her golden blonde locks were curled and loose, hanging around her shoulders. She'd been sitting at this table for a half hour now and there was no sign of him, yet again.

After her run in with him, she'd only seen him one other time. In which she had totally spazzed when she realized he was looking at her and practically ran from the park. She comes here every damn day after school to see a guy she doesn't even know the name of, and when she does see him she freaks out. What sense did that make? "Somehow I didn't peg you as the loner type."

She practically jumps out of her skin, head shooting up to find the object of her obsession sitting across from her. He has a black band tee on with a gray sweater over it. Her eyes, she's sure, are the size of dinner plates. How ridiculous she must look. "Uhm," is all she manages to get out.

Her face must be pretty hysterical because he laughs. It's the best laugh she's ever heard, which is probably the stupidest thing she's ever thought. "I'm not gonna bite you, no need to look so scared."

She wished he would bite her, she would probably like it. Her cheeks burned but her confidence rushed back to her. The same confidence she walked the halls of Eastmoore High School of Commerce, or just Eastmoore for short, with. "I'm not scared of you." It came out defensive and she had to admit, snobbish.

He puts his hands up in defense. "Woah, there. I'm not trying to offend you. Just make conversation."

Her confidence ran away just as fast as it had come back. "Oh." Was all she managed, followed by, "Sorry."

He's smiling, correction, smirking at her. "Phil." He's holding his hand out across the table.

She glances at his hand, hesitantly placing her own smaller hand in his. "I'm Barbie."

"Good to meet you Barbie." His hand closes gently around hers and shakes.

Her eyes are stuck on their joined hands. He's warm and his hand is rough, calloused just as she imagined it would be. "Nice meeting you," she pauses, her eyes traveling to his before she continues, "Phil."

"Yo, Punk! Stop flirting with the kids and let's get outta here!"

Barbie's attention turns to the source of the voice, baby blues landing on a young woman. She has a body to die for and a completely bald head. Her first instinct is to wrinkle her nose in distaste but somehow bald just fits this chick, so Barbie only gives her a curious look. "Gotta run Barbie. See you around." He grins at her as he releases her hand. She watches in silence as he jogs to catch up with Baldy who'd already started walking away. Baldy elbows Phil in the side playfully when he catches her, he gently shoves her back, and then they are gone.

Disappointment wells in the pit of her stomach as she glances around the park. Well she had no reason to be here anymore. Gathering her book bag, Barbie headed down the path opposite the one Phil and Baldy had gone down.

It's only a ten minute walk to her house. It's not gigantic or anything but her parents own it and she'd grown up in it. The absences of a blue Honda accord and red Hyundai Elantra pretty much said it was just going to be her and her younger sister Denise for dinner, whatever that may be.

Her mom worked late, being an ER nurse and all and her dad was a policeman. He was usually home by 8 while her mother didn't get in until after everyone was asleep. "D?" Barbie called out as she pushed the door closed behind her, her book bag dropping to the floor.

"Kitchen Barbs! Dad called, said he would be in later than usual." Denise's voice got lower as Barbie entered the kitchen, butt collapsing into the island chair. "What took you so long?"

"Maryse dragged practice out again. I swear she was a slave driver in a past life." Barbie felt bad lying to her sister, but she wanted to keep her after school stakeouts a secret.

The younger Blank sister would look a lot like the elder one if her hair wasn't cut short and dyed four different colors. She was also a couple inches shorter and less busty, but she had the same baby blue eyes. "I don't get why you even do that, it's stupid. And the football team sucks."

Barbie couldn't help but crack a smile. "We've been over this D, I love to cheer, it's more then just waving pompoms around. And the team isn't that bad this year, they got a new quarterback. He's from Scotland."

"Ugh. Jesse was telling me all about him, wouldn't shut up." Denise complained, sliding into the stool next to Barbie's. She had a massive sundae in front of her, smothered in chocolate sauce. She slipped Barbie one of her spoons and they dug in. "Kept repeating that he was better looking than Brad Pitt. Which is totally impossible, you can't look better then Brad Pitt."

"I think I like guys with tattoos."

"What are you talking about?"

"Tattoo's, I like tattoos."

"You mean Randy? I thought he was off limits. Some kind of Maryse blacklist thing."

"No not Randy. And Maryse doesn't control who I date." Barbie snapped defensively.

"Yeah right. Then why did you turn down that hot African guy? Gabriel or some shit. You had it bad for him! Then he finally asks you out and you tell him no?"

Barbie frowns, remembering exactly what her sister is talking about. The previous year an exchange student had attended two semesters at their school. Barbie had fallen hard, but Maryse had been livid when she'd been turned down by him. She let every girl on the squad know that if they got asked out by him they had to turn him down, or else. Maryse could be a real bitch, but Barbie loved her, they'd been besties since the 4th grade. It wasn't the cheer captains warning that stopped Barbie, well...maybe it was, but she hadn't wanted to hurt her friend either. More like her friends ego, but that was beside the point. "Justin. It was Justin Gabriel."

"Yeah, that guy! He was beautiful! He ended up going to that dance with Layla right?"

"Yep, and then Layla got kicked off the squad, and Michelle quit. You know they are "together" now, right?"

"For real?" Denise's eyes nearly bugged out of her head, "I knew it! They were so checking each other out all the time! No one wanted to listen to me."

"I think they're cute together. It's awkward for me, but cute."

"God Barbs, you are too nice, you know that?"

"You tell me that every day. Of course I know that." The blondes lips were curved into her signature smile. Barbie still kept up her friendship with Layla and Michelle much to Maryse's chagrin, but if there was one thing Barbie never let her platinum blonde friend interfere with, it was who she was friends with. If she was any other girl on the squad she'd of been blacklisted by now. Especially, after she'd practically chewed her firends skull off for daring to comment nastily on Layla and Michelle's relationship.

Denise grinned right back at her sister, scooping the last ball of vanilla ice cream from the dish and popping it into her mouth. "Mom would so kill us if she knew we'd had ice cream for dinner."

"I think she'd just be happy we didn't try to cook and thus burn the kitchen down."

"Hey! You may be a total kitchen klutz but I can fry a mean scrambled egg!"

"If that's what you want to call it." Barbie teased. How sad was it, that at nearly 18 years old, she couldn't even boil water without burning something, be it herself or the pan? The microwave was going to be her very best friend once she moves out.

"Anyways!" Denise made an effort to change the subject as she slipped off her stool and tossed the ice cream dish into the sink. "I've got an English paper to plagiarize. I could seriously careless about Edgar Allen Poe, this shit is like a Tim Burton wet dream."

Barbie rolled her eyes, shaking her head, calling after her sister as she stalked off, "Don't tell me about your criminal activities, I'm obligated to tell dad!"

Her voice was cut off by the obvious slam of Denise's bedroom door. The two Blank sisters couldn't be more different, nor could they be any closer.

A.N.

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