Story title → It's Not Rocket Science

Pairings → Dean/OC June, Sam/Jessica

Type → AU

Rating → T for language; might shift to M

Summary → John Winchester defeated Azazel and decided it was time to settle himself and his sons Sam and Dean in a quiet town in Nevada while still doing a few minor hunting cases. And besides, living a low-key life isn't rocket science, right? AU

Disclaimer → I own nothing which is in any way featured on or related to 'Supernatural'. I only own June and any other character not mentioned in the series.

Yet another new fanfiction idea that decided to pop in my head while I was sat work this week. And in case you were wondering, my other in-progress stories—'Baby's Got Blue Eyes', 'Room For One More?', 'It's a Terrible Life' and 'Save Yourself'—are still in progress.

This chapter is a sort of introduction to get to know my OC June and why she is who she is, which is why it's so short... like every first chapter of my stories so far... ignore that. See this as a sort of prologue since it's so short. I promise next time will get longer and (obviously) better.

UPDATE 26/05 - I re-wrote the chapter so it's a little longer. Please review?

Entry #1

Dear Diary,

Tomorrow's the first day of my senior year, and I'm super nervous. Come to think of it, nerves are an understatement. I'm also anxious, excited, ecstatic... but mostly nervous. It's not that I'm worried about the school subjects being hard—I always got straight A's, all my life. School was never a big deal for me—or about the glares people give me when they see me walking the halls in my pleated skirts and woollen jerseys (Okay, it might have something to do with that. But I don't care much anymore. I love dressing up the way I do). It's that I want to make my last high school year special. I was never invited to prom, opting to spend the night studying. My best friend Jessica however, was always one of the first girls to be asked to prom. She was gorgeous and also captain of the cheerleading team. Me, however... nothing. June Paisley: book nerd, aspiring English professor for top colleges and universities, virgin...

…which is why I decided to ditch the libraries and my old wardrobe in order to make my senior year the best year of my entire life. Maybe finally go on my first date, leading to my first kiss, first love-making and then the Big Night: my first-ever prom. I heard things about prom, mostly from movies and Jess, how it's the best and most magical night of every girl's life. I want to experience that. The thing that annoys me the most is that I knew girls that are considered geekier—god I hate that word—than me and still managed to bag a date to prom. So why not me? Jessica always offered for me to tag along with her and her date, but really, who'd want to be a third wheel? Most certainly not me!

When I told Jessica about my plans on becoming a better, cooler me, she was worried. "But you shouldn't change yourself for others. You should wait until someone loves you for you." she told me, but then told me that if this was what I wanted to do, then she'd fully support me and help me along the way, because it's what best friends do. It's funny how me and her are so different, and yet we're still the best of friends. Me and Jess have been BFFs since we were toddlers. Even after I moved to Australia for two years, we stayed in touch until I decided to move with my sister Viv and her husband Chace.

Living with my sister was both my parents' idea. Since their breakup (they never got married because they believed that a ring and piece of paper doesn't confirm a person's love to another. They also don't believe in Valentine's Day), I'd spent most of the time moving back and forth. But they decided it was best for me to settle in one town, have one school, not multiple schools I only attended every other week. My parents rock. The breakup was quite friendly, come to think of it. There was no bitter custody battle, or any confusion as to who was to get the house. They still love each other to this day; they just felt like they had so much in common it just wasn't working out well. Confusing and weird, I know. They often wanted to argue, they just didn't have anything to argue about.

Wow, I just realised my first diary entry turned into a mini autobiography... I didn't mean for that to happen. It's just, whenever I start talking, the words just pour out of my mouth and I wouldn't stop. This post was supposed to be just about what I want to achieve in my senior year. I went through the trouble and make a list of them:

1. Break a ground rule

2. Stop wearing geeky clothes

3. Start wearing make-up to school, and not just when hanging out with friends (ahem, I mean Jess)

4. Go on my first date

5. First, second and third base (not necessarily in one go... that would be painful!)

6. Go to my first prom

7. Fall in love

!ULTIMATE ACHIEVEMENT! 8. Home run (that is lose my virginity. I don't want it to be a one-night stand. I want it to be with my first love, or my one and only love)

Tomorrow's gonna be the start of my new and improved life!

The story will feature a lot of diary entries. Tell me what you think of how this story took off, reviews make me happy throughout the day.

New chapter for It's a Terrible Life is up and running, all it needs are reviews.

Until next time!