an. GUYS! We've reached over 100 reviews, I cannot tell you how happy/grateful/a whole bunch of other feelings I am! All of y'all seriously rock. :) Just a heads up, the scene of this chapter will be split in two, chapter eleven will be posted sometime during the week.

You're Gonna Be There (pt. one)

"Everything looks perfect from over here, Ash!"

Punk, Randy, Ashley and Amy were currently at the beach setting up for the concert later that night. They had been there for at least the past two hours, since the actual set up crew didn't show; they had to rush the process a bit. Too much other stuff had to be done to make this night successful. According to the girls all the funds were going to the Susan G. Komen organization. From the looks of everything, they had raised quite a bit of money; and would probably get more as the night went on.

At the moment he and Randy were taking a short break while the girls decorated the stage. Randy was sipping on a cold Corona while he opted for a Monster energy drink. The day had been surprisingly bearable, with a slight breeze to keep the group from complaining about the heat.

"So, do you think those girls will actually show up tonight?"

"I'm sure there will be a lot of girls here, Randal."

The shirtless of the two shook his head, "No, those girls from the shop last week? There were like three blondes and two brunettes?"

"Oh them, well I would guess so. I mean they bought tickets and everything, it'd be silly of them not to show up."

Part of him hoped that the group didn't show up, having that girl within feet of him would certainly ruin his night. Tattooing her was and awkward situation in itself, they barely spoke a word the entire thirty minutes. He fought the urge to permanently "scar" her for life, unfortunately he had to remain professional.

He was more than happy to usher the group to the door once they finished paying. Natalya was almost out the door, when Ashley stopped them and told them about the concert. If looks could kill, they wouldn't be at this beach right now. The girls almost said no, noting something about a movie night at their place; until Ashley mentioned where the money would be going. Hook, line, sinker. The group happily handed over money, took their tickets and left the building.

It wasn't until the Range Rover pulled away from their curb that he finally let out a sigh of relief. Noting the change of his demeanor, Ashley was quick to jump on him and question him about it. So he told her, he told her about the awkward moment they just had, he told her about the way she still looked at him; everything.

Did the blonde apologize for the situation she had just put him in? Of course not. Instead she jumped around happily and claimed that it was all "too perfect". And Randy, the one who was usually on his side, shrugged and told him that this time would have come sooner or later.

Was he the only person who thought that this was the worst thing that could ever happen?

She was nervous. Her hands were shaking, the butterflies in her stomach were running rampant. Laying on the center of her bed, she knew that feeling this way was silly. If they had any sour feelings towards each other, they would have surely been aired the last time they saw each other, right?

With the exception of a couple words, the two hardly spoke to one another. She could tell that he had a bit of an attitude though. Given the circumstances, she understood. AJ found herself staring at the man for the majority of their session. With her judgmental ways left back at the house, the guy undoubtedly interested her.

Every tattoo on him had to have some sort of story, it would be silly of them not to. He had dark circles under his eyes, he probably didn't get a lot of sleep. Especially if he had to put up with those two party animals he had with him all the time. He also had the most beautiful pair of green eyes that she had ever seen. They were dark, and by the fine lines around them, she figured that they had seen a lot of horrible things in their lifetime.

When he turned to get the red ink in his gun for her stars, she turned her attention to everything else in his room. He had lots of pictures hanging around, mostly of him and some blonde girl. Most likely his girlfriend – opposites must really attract – she was pregnant, so the guy she accused of stealing was a father, or father-to-be. She went with the latter, since there were no pictures of a baby around.

Upon finishing her tattoo, he informed her to keep the area covered for a couple hours; just to let the ink really set in. He told her that by nightfall it would be fine. She had never seen someone so eager to get their business out of the door. But he was almost literally pushing them out of the door. Ashley, the only girl working there, stopped them and asked them if they'd like to buy tickets to a concert the next weekend. Once she mentioned where all the proceeds would go, the literally threw their money at her.

All of those actions brought her to today, there were only four hours remaining before the concert at the beach. The odds of actually seeing him were possibly slim to none, who said he was going to be there anyway? And even if he were, the beach was huge and the crowd was probably going to be fairly large. After a few moments of of letting it continue to bother her, she decided to let it go and make the absolute best of tonight.

Even if only for the sake of her sanity.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly, the people were starting to roll in by the groups. They all looked to be abiding by the BYOB rule clearly set out on the ticket. Ice chest among ice chest were being rolled in and set by wherever their owners decided to set up their areas. The air smelled of good food being cooked at the barbeque pits underneath a canopy, the cooks were quickly learning that the canopies were an extremely bad idea. It was fun for Punk to laugh at their mishaps.

Amy, after welcoming everyone to the concert and thanking them for their contributions, was well into her opening number. For the first time in a while, Punk was actually enjoying himself at a social event. He found himself talking to a lot of people that he wouldn't normally talk to. Most were just interested in all of his tattoos, the others asking about the background of the band. Once they left him alone, he made himself comfortable near the stage and began to just enjoy the music.

After a few numbers, the band took and break and walked off the stage. Amy quickly came over to him and threw her arms around him, "So, what do you think so far?"

"Everything is sounding great! And you guys got a really good turn."

The now brunette smiled and looked out at the crowd that was dispersing for the break, "Ashley told me that your girl is supposed to be here. Have you seen her?"

Punk rolled his eyes, "First off, she'd not my girl, and no, I haven't seen her or any of her friends around here yet."

Amy shrugged and looked over at where Randy and Ashley were standing. The couple were holding hands, looking out at the waves as they rolled in. The two were literally the most perfect couple she had ever seen, except for Phil and Alyssa of course. Oh how she longed for him to find someone like that again.

Part of her knew – purely from woman's intuition – that if he'd just give this girl a shot, she might be exactly what he needs. He had good reason to not want to be around the girl anymore, but holding grudges wasn't something he needed to be doing, he knew first hand how short life was. Amy knew that if she meddled in his love life, that he may not talk to her for a while. But she was willing to take that risk if that meant making him happy again.

an. Okay okay, I promise next chapter won't be as short! A few things to look forward to, Punk and AJ will actually interact! How will it play out? Just wait and see. ;)

Abrazos y besos para todos!