A/N: Oh, snap! I'm hauling with these chapters! :DD

What happens next? Let's see! :)

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but Beck's pick-up truck, Beck's pretty mother, and Justin's full-of-herself mother / agent.

When the bell rang at the school days' end, Beth was nearly bursting with excitement. Tomorrow, Friday, she had a date with the hottest guy in the whole entire school. She wasn't too popular, having only the blonde bombshell Lindsay as a best friend. Did she ever feel less, compared to such a pretty girl? Of course she did, but going out with Justin, it just boosted her whole spirits up. The farm girl squealed excitedly as she filled in her best friend on all the details, describing it as nothing more then, "fate".

"You see, Becky!" One thing about Lindsay? She can't remember names, "I always told you some incredibly hot guy would, like, so totally fall in love with you!"

The shorter brunette ignored her name mishap and smiled sadly in return. Truthfully, she had never expected a boy to actually ask her out on a date. Lindsay had several times tried to get Beth with a boy, but several times again, she was rejected. Brady, Alejandro, Duncan, anyone she begged to date her best friend, had rejected the girl.

"Oh, mama's here! Bye, Linds!" the chubby brunette called to the blonde bombshell as she caught sight of a red pick-up truck.

The red pick-up truck was old and rusty, and it made several squeaking noises as it rode along the asphalt. There were chicken boxes set up in the bed of the vehicle, and four nails were jammed in the front left tire. Country blasted from inside the car as the windshields rolled down. It was the stereotypical red-neck car.

Justin and his friend, Alejandro, happened to be coming out of gym in time to see Beth skip up to a truck with banjo music playing, a large grin on her face. Alejandro paused and smirked, turning toward Justin.

"Amigo, are you sure fifty dollars is worth taking that out to the movies?" his head jerked toward Beth, who was now climbing into the car, "I mean, I'm not sure if I would take her out for fifty dollars. But, I guess I would've chosen her over Sadie, as well."

Justin nodded slowly at the boy who had made this bet with him, and pointed to the skin under his eyes, "I haven't had a facial in a week. I need one. Pretty badly."

Alejandro stared at the man for a moment, but then shook his head. Sometimes, he questioned not only the manliness, but the sexuality of his friend.

That night, as Beth laid down to sleep, her mother came into the room.

"Now, darling," a thick country accent fell off of thick rosy lips, "I don't want you staying out too late with that boy of yours."

The tall woman had long, dark brown hair that fell down to her thick back, dark chocolate eyes, characteristics Beth had inherited. The girl nodded brightly.

"Okay, mama. I know, I know." Beth said, with a playful eye roll and smile. Her mother's ivory hand reached out to stroke her daughter's hair, and she smiled lightly, shaking her head. Beth's face fell the slightest, and she paused, "Mama?"

"Yes, dear?" the woman replied.

"Do . . . Do you believe in fairy tales?"

"Well, sure I do, but why, baby doll?"

"Because . . . you remember that one story? The Ugly Duckling?"

"Yes."

"I . . . am I ugly?"

The woman's breath hitched in her throat. No mother could be able to tell there child that they were unattractive. It was just plain cruel. Yes, her daughter did have moles, acne, a rather bad taste in style, braces, thick glasses, and whatnot, but she truly believed, that under all of that ugly, there was a beautiful girl, "You are beautiful."

The mother felt tears well in her eyes and she kissed her daughter's forehead, unable to find another answer such a horrid, horrid question. She lifted herself off of the quilt walked toward the door, and her daughter's voice stopped her.

"It's okay if you really think I am, mama. After all, the ugly duck was pretty in the end." a small hint of a smile was on Beth's sad face.

Her mother shook her head in the door way and smiled, "Goodnight, sweet pea."

"Goodnight, mama."

After school, the next day, word had spread all over school; the hot Justin had asked the ugly Beth out on a date.

It was the talk of the day.

Many girls strode up to Beth, congratulating the girl on winning a date with such a cute guy.

"Oh, my gosh! Beth, you are, like, so lucky!"

"I didn't know you had it in you, farm girl!"

"Great job!"

Justin, on the other hand, was receiving a lot of crap from his buddies.

"Dude, she's, like, a bear!"

"Have you seen her pony tail? Those glasses? That metal mouth?"

"What the hell do you see in her?"

Justin smirked at the last of the questions, and called over his shoulder, "Fifty bucks."

The part-time model strolled over to the parking lot, unlocking his sleek charcoal car and climbing in. He check his mirror, and drove out of the school to his home. He looked up and down at his street, observing the tall, two story, mansion-type homes. All his modeling had bought him and his mother their house, no doubt, and it had done a lot for him.

As he pulled into the driveway, he twirled his keys in his hands, not exactly looking forward to facing his mother, who doubled as his agent. His mother was judgemental, pushed him harder and harder for more photo shoots and to get a pretty model girlfriend. In all honesty, Justin was shallow, and he did want a pretty girl. But, he could not stand a whiny, always-complaining kind of girl. Unfortunately for him, all the models that he had ever met that really interested him, were just that.

As he entered his home, he came face to face with a tall, tanned woman. She had black hair, and dark eyes as well. A curvy figure, and plump lips that were pursed as she spoke into her bluetooth, "No, Justin isn't available that date . . . no, no, that doesn't work either, you moron!"

Justin decided it was then time for him to clear his throat, and his mother turned. She put on a false smile.

"Hi, honey. Kiss, kiss," the woman touched cheeks with her son, then smacked his slight five o'clock shadow in disdain, "You're prickly. Go shave. No, not you, Frank!"

Justin rolled his eyes once more as she went off into a heated arguement with the man she was talking too, and jogged up the stairwell into his bathroom.

He guessed he should shave. After all, he had a . . . date, that night.

Justin sighed irritably as he stepped on the walkway to Beth's red-neck home. He wasn't exactly looking forward to seeing his date, but he needed that money, so, so be it.

As he strolled up to the door, he swatted away gnats with a scowl on his face, and lifted a finger to ring the doorbell.

The door opened, and Justin was a bit shocked at what he found.

A/N: Ohmigosh, what's behind the door! :o

Well, we'll find out soon! ;D

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