Starting The Story
"So… why did you move here?" Eighteen year old Punk asked, on his date with AJ at a diner later on that night after a day of school.
"Oh, just… my dad has this company. He wanted to move out here to make it work." AJ shrugged casually, picking at her fries she had ordered, "Do you think I'm gonna like it here?" She asked curiously. She was glad he never stood her up. She really liked him already. His company felt like she had to cherish it. He was so simply sweet, she digged it.
"Depends what you like." Punk shrugged, "What do you like?" He smirked. He did feel a little guilty that he had got paid money to do this. It was a little game he and his friends had been doing since they were sixteen. Paying each other to go out with certain girls who weren't popular or well known. The person who got to all the bases, got the most money. It was immature, but he did mention earlier, they were jerks. Now he'd only wished he hadn't taken the money in the first place, because this girl was beautiful, and amazing, and quite frankly… way too good for him.
"I like… music, art, baseball, dogs, books, comics-"
"You sure you don't like… shoes and… make up and dresses?" He raised his eyebrows.
"I'm sure." AJ laughed, "What? Surprised I like such odd things."
"No… they aren't odd… I just… I never pictured you liking comics and baseball and… art." He admitted.
"What did you imagine me liking?" She laughed, stirring her straw in her milkshake.
"Like… clothes and jewellery, purses and make-up." He shrugged as she gasped.
"Because that's a female stereotype?" She smirked across to him, "It's alright. I forgive you." She smiled sweetly as he laughed. She got more and more perfect as the night went on. He didn't imagine this to happen, "So what's your story? Where do you live? Got any siblings that I should look out for?" She asked.
"I just have a normal family." Punk lied, "A normal family, normal home. Two annoying sisters." He rolled his eyes. It wasn't that his wealth was a touchy or weird subject with him, he just didn't like bragging about how well off he was. He liked to keep his family a mystery.
"Two little sisters?" AJ asked.
"One big, one little." Punk said, "My little sister, she's eleven, Melissa. And my older sister, Monica, she's 21."
"You're close to them?" AJ smiled.
"I'm close to Monica. Really close. Melissa is still young, I'm more protective over her, but we'll get close, I know that." Punk nodded.
"You sound like a nice brother." AJ smiled, "Your sisters are lucky."
"I'm nice sometimes." Punk nodded, "What about you? Any brothers or sisters?"
"A step brother." AJ nodded, "My mom died when I was little. My dad re-married right away." She shook her head, "He's older. I don't really get on with him, to be honest." She said.
"Because you're bitter?" He questioned.
"Am not." AJ shook her head, "He's always been a little too forward for a step-brother." She said, "That's all."
"What's his name?" Punk asked.
"Aaron." AJ said.
"Ah, sounds like a douche." Punk shrugged as AJ laughed.
"You've never met him." AJ pointed out.
"I can just picture him though. Aaron. Fancy people name their kid Aaron."
"Oh c'mon." AJ laughed, "You judge people by their names?" She said.
"No." Punk said, "I just have a good imagination." He smiled, "So what's your plans for after high school?"
"I wanna go to college. Get a degree in literature."
"Why?" Punk asked.
"I love writing. I love reading and writing. Poetry is my favourite. I could read poems all day." She said with ease as Punk smiled. She was truly beautiful. Even when she spoke, the words were angelic. She seemed too good to be true, "What about you? What are you doing after school?"
"Oh, I don't know yet." Punk shrugged. He knew fine well what he would be carved into doing after school, he just didn't want to say.
"I'm sure you'll come across something." AJ smiled as Punk nodded, "So far I can see you're good with cars."
"I'm good with my hands." Punk nodded.
"Oh, you are?" AJ smirked, "That's good to know." She smiled to herself as he laughed.
"She probably doesn't even remember you." Monica said, at her little brothers apartment the next morning for breakfast.
"Why won't any of you two tell me who this girl is?" Melissa folded her arms, having joined her sister for breakfast at their brothers place.
"You were young at the time." Punk shook his head, standing at the kitchen whilst Melissa and Monica sat on the stools watching.
"Yeah, well I'm not young now." Melissa rolled her eyes, "You two still treat me like I'm ten years old. So does mom and dad."
"Stop whining, it's too early." Punk shook his head, "She was just some girl I got with." He shrugged as Monica watched him closely as he poured coffee for himself.
"Although, she wasn't just some girl, was she?" Monica said, "Just tell her, she's not a baby." She rolled her eyes as Punk turned around, looking at his younger sister staring at him.
"Alright, fine." Punk shook his head, "Dean and Seth paid me to take this girl out. They kept paying me and paying me-"
"You're a little shit." Melissa said, "You haven't even started the story and I already know I'm on her side." She said as Punk rolled his eyes whilst Monica sniggered.
"I liked April." Monica said a lot more seriously, "She was good for you."
"Anyway." Punk emphasised harshly whilst glaring at Monica, "I kept dating her but… I actually did like her." Punk said.
"So then why did you keep taking the money?" Melissa questioned.
"Can you just listen to the story first. Question time later." Punk nodded, "I kept taking her out. Then Dean and Seth paid me one hundred bucks to take her to prom and-"
"But you didn't go to prom." Melissa shook her head.
"Melissa!" Both Punk and Monica echoed to their little sister.
"Ok, I'll shut up." Melissa promised.
"It's like talking to a brick wall." Punk shook his head, "So anyway, she found out that my friends were paying me to take her out and she… she broke it off. She absolutely hated me for it. Which was when I found out how much I actually liked her. I'd spent so much time with her the last few weeks of senior year. I was so mad at myself." He said, "But anyway, school ended, I never seen her again."
"That's it?" Melissa raised her eyebrows.
"Then… mom and dad thought it'd be cute to send me to work in a holiday resort for the full Summer." He shook his head.
"That was a peaceful Summer." Monica admitted.
"So I go to this holiday resort and who's dad is it that owns the place? The girl that I'd just left embarrassed and heartbroken, and who is at the resort every single day with her dad? The girl I'd just left heartbroken." Punk shook his head.
"Did she forgive you?" Melissa asked.
"Eventually. But it took a while. I figured I had to apologise, especially if I was spending the full Summer working there." He said.
"And then what?" Melissa asked.
"And the he fell in love." Monica fluttered her eyelashes playfully as Punk rolled his eyes.
"I don't even believe you love me sometimes." Melissa looked at her older brother, "Never mind some girl you'd only known for a few weeks."
"I spent the entire Summer with her." Punk said, "She's as close to perfect as I ever got." He said.
"And what happened?" Melissa asked.
"Life." Punk nodded.
"How come we never go to my place, or your place. We always go out." AJ said, sitting in an ice-cream shop with Punk, a week or two after they'd gone on their first date. Truth was, she never expected to bump into a boy so quick. She was never one of those girls who said she wasn't going to date just to please her father. She liked Punk, and when they were together, it was like fireworks across the table at all times.
"Because I like taking you out. Is that such a problem?" Punk asked with a small laugh as she smiled.
"No. It isn't." AJ said, "I'd just… like to stay in and watch a movie one night, that's all." She smiled.
"Maybe one night." Punk nodded, "C'mon, let's go. I'll walk you home." He said as AJ nodded, grabbing her jacket, placing it around her shoulders and heading out of the shop. He was a true gentleman. He was sweet and complimenting, and she was wondering if this was all a little too good to be true.
"Are you going to prom?" AJ asked him curiously, "I know it's in a few weeks, I see everyone at school panicking already." She laughed a little.
"You think I'd go to prom with someone else whilst seeing you?" Punk said, "I might be a jerk but I'm not rude." He said as she laughed.
"So you are going?" She said as he smiled.
"Are you going?" He countered, walking along the dark pavement with her as cars sped by.
"I don't know. I'm still waiting on someone asking me." She said truthfully with a small smile.
"Someone? Anyone?" Punk asked as AJ laughed.
"You?" She smiled.
"Would you like to go to prom with me?" Punk laughed a little as she smiled.
"That would be nice. Yeah." AJ smiled. And here she was, thinking she'd not be able to go because she didn't know anyone at her new school. Things just seemed to be turning in her favour all of a sudden.
"Or we could just go to to a cubs game instead?" He smirked as she looked up at him, "I'm joking." He said quickly as she smiled.
"I can walk the rest from here. I'm just down the road." She told him as Punk nodded, "I'll give you a call or… see you in school or something." She shook her head. She felt herself get all shy around him sometimes. Not that he intimidated her but she just got nerves, butterflies in her tummy. She really did like him.
"Ok." Punk smiled, looking down at her, facing her in the street as she smiled up at him, "Are you going?" Punk whispered, stepping in closer to her.
"Uh… yeah." AJ nodded quietly, looking up at him.
"Yeah?" Punk nodded, inching closer into her as she nodded, suddenly feeling no space between them as his lips pressed against hers softly. She was waiting on it but once she felt it, it was better than she ever imagined. It felt right and soft and like she was floating.
He pulled her into him, his hands on her waist as he deepened the kiss that little bit further. She felt like heaven to kiss. She tasted so sweet and he just loved the feeling of his body pressed against hers. He soon realised he was in a lot more trouble than he thought with this girl. A lot more.
"How do I look?" AJ asked, black jeans and a white vest top one as Paige came in front the kitchen with a bowl of chips, "I mean, she said the dress code is black and white, so-"
"Yeah like black mini shorts more like. Exodus is sexy, alright. Jeans don't scream sexy. Jeans scream too tight, can't breathe, have to open my button." Paige collapsed on the couch.
"I'm not there to be sexy. I'm there to work." AJ said, "These will do." She shook her head, reaching for her coat, "I'm sorta nervous for my first shift." She said.
"Nervous for the shift or nervous to see him?" Paige raised her eyebrows.
"Both, I guess." AJ sighed, "It's going to be awful. I know it is. It's been thirteen years and I still… I still think about him all the time." She shook her head.
"Well I'm assuming Mr Millionaire doesn't think about you. You probably won't even see him. Like I said, the few times I've been, he's just been lingering around the back." She said as AJ nodded.
"Well, hopefully it goes ok." AJ sighed, "Don't wait up for me, ok?" She said as Paige stood up, rushing over to her and giving her a warm hug.
"Be safe. Be careful. And good luck. You'll do fine." Paige smiled as AJ hugged her back tightly. She was incredibly nervous. Not even for the job, but to see the man she once loved again. The man who broke her heart.
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