an. I believe this is record time on updating this story! I just couldn't leave y'all hanging for too long. ;) Thank you for all the love on chapter ten, now for the second part! Enjoy.

You're Gonna Be There (pt. two)

The slight chill in the air made AJ grateful that she had decided to bring her sweater to the event. There looked to be a great turnout, and the band seemed to be getting a great reception from the growing crowd. Following slightly behind her friends, she kept an eye out for one particular person. Thankfully, he was nowhere to be found. For now anyway.

Setting up their little camp space on the east end of the stage, AJ quickly went for one of the wine coolers in the ice chest. How Kelly managed to get them drinks was beyond her, the blonde didn't have a fake ID. Being drop dead gorgeous probably helped her out in that category, no one ever said no to Kelly Blank.

The music was actually really great, the teenager wasn't too keen on this genre of music; there was always room for new stuff though. The vocalist was so into the lyrics she was belting out, jumping around onstage, her long hair covering up her face half the time. It was obvious that she immensely enjoyed what she did for a living. The guys playing behind her were just as enthused to be there. It must be great to just be them at their concerts, so free and uninhibited.

Just as she was starting to really get into the music, the woman onstage told everyone that they were going to play a little game. It was simple, a battle of the sexes type thing; the winner would get a CD and other memorabilia from the band. She asked those that were interested to follow her towards the back of the stage. The girls were some of the few that decided to go and see what all the fuss would be about.

They all shared the same expression when they saw just what was waiting for them. A giant child's swimming pool, filled to the brim filled with – what looked to be – mud. This would definitely be fun for whoever decided to jump on in. After Amy explained the rules, she left the floor open to any volunteers who would be willing to give the "pit" a try. Surprisingly, no one was jumping at the shot, they probably weren't drunk enough yet.

A few moments passed before a blonde girl, whom AJ recognized as Ashley, walked over to Amy and whispered something in her ear.

"Alright, well since no one is coming up here on their own free will. I'm gonna have to pick someone myself." after twirling a strand of her hair around for a while, she turned to AJ's direction, "You, in the gray sweater, come on."

With a shocked look on her face, AJ was pushed towards the singer by her friends. Standing by the woman she was instructed to take off whatever she didn't want to get ruin, while she looked around for a male to accompany her. Once she was stripped down to only her cutoff jeans and bikini top, she waited patiently to see just who she would go up against. The look of shock quickly changed to despair when she saw just who was walking over towards them.

In his face she saw anger, not directed at her, but at Amy instead. Did the two know each other? They must have, since the two shared some rather explicit words with each other before he started to undress himself. Strangers aren't usually that harsh with each other, right?

"Of course they are..." she mumbled quietly to herself.

Amy soon began ushering the two towards the mud pit, her mind was buzzing. She could feel her body actually shaking, how was she even still standing? Amid the sounds of the crowd she could hear the positive chants coming from her friends. If only they knew who she was about to go up against.

She thought it was unnecessary to tell them just who exactly her tattoo artist was. Knowing them, they would've turned the vehicle around and made her go talk to him. That would've probably been the worst time of her life.

Upon getting inside the pool, Amy explained the rules again and then left them to "go at it". She stood there timidly watching as her opponent stared her down across the way. AJ wondered just what was going through his mind at the moment. He probably wanted to pummel her to the ground, and find a way to blow it off as an accident.

Finally, he stepped towards the center and motioned for her to come closer, "C'mon now, I'm not gonna hurt you. Lets get this over with."

She did just as she was told, just by the actions he was taking she knew that he didn't know how to react to their current situation. He put his hand on her waist and put one of his legs around one of her own, she barely heard his, "cover the back of your head", before she felt herself on the ground covered in mud. Hearing the cheers from the people, adrenaline began to pump through her small frame. With one swift movement she had him on his back with mud being thrown at his face.

Her offense didn't last very long though, sooner than she thought, he had her pinned to the ground; green eyes locked on her brown ones. Hearing the crowd count to three, he grinned at her and got up to get his arm raised. After gloating in his victory for a while he turned back to her and extended his arm to help her up. Thinking about it momentarily, she finally took it and attempted a small smile once she was in a upward position again.

"Good match... Punk, right?"

"That is correct, and thank... you're quite the firecracker." his voice was so smooth, even though she only heard it a handful of times, she loved the way it sounded, "Um, there's extra clothes for you over here.. then I'll show you where you can clean up."

She was honestly shocked with his words, but with her friends nowhere to be found, she decided to follow him.

The changing area was a few feet away from where the concert was taking place. The crowd seemed to really be enjoying the bands rendition of Journeys "Don't Stop Believing". The song was a favorite of hers as well, she couldn't help but sway back and forth underneath the shower head placed outside.

Underneath the curtain she could see the feet of Punk, from the way they were angled she could tell that he was sitting down. Thankfully, he couldn't see her whole body from where he was, not that there was anything to see of course. She was still having a hard time understanding why he was suddenly being so nice to her. Had Amy told him to do so?

Once she was done getting all the mud off of her, she dried off, put on a dry pair of shorts and a Luchagor tank top, and walked out. Motioning towards the area she said, "It's all yours."

The man hopped up and grabbed his clothes, "I should only be a few minutes. You can wait if you want, or go on back to your friends; doesn't matter to me."

A mere thirty minutes ago she would have jumped at the chance to leave him. But for some reason now she wanted to stay as close to him as possible, they may not see each other ever again; and she knew that she needed to clear the air between them both. Part of her knew that this was probably only for her own good, her conscience had been killing her lately. Apologizing would be a good thing for the both of them, she was absolutely sure of this.

Well, at least she hoped she was.

As promised, a few minutes later Punk walked out from behind the curtain, wearing a top similar to hers, but in t-shirt form instead. The hair that he always had slicked back, was sticking up everywhere; a result of the towel being run through it many times. He looked surprised to find that she was still waiting there for him, he figured she'd run at first chance. Punk silently motioned back towards the concert, indicating that it was best for them to get going already.

After she grabbed her things she walked right beside him, her stomach was doing flips. She knew what that meant, it was now or never; do or die.

"Hey... I'm sorry about what I said the other night. I don't know where my head was... you didn't deserve that kind of treatment."

He stopped in his tracks once she was finished. This was the moment he had been waiting for, she brought up the incident, now it was time to pounce on her. The Chicago native had thought about the things he would say to her. He wanted to make her feel as small as she had made him feel that night. Oh, she had it coming alright.

"It's okay, I understand your reasoning behind it. I don't exactly look like the most trustworthy of people."

Wait, what?!

That's not was he had planned at all! No, he was supposed to be tearing into her. Their faces were supposed to be inches from each other, she was supposed to be in tears by now! Accepting her apology was not in the cards at all, he must've really lost his damn mind.

The small girl had a rather large smile on her face, things had gone better than she could have ever planned. It felt good to get that weight off her chest. Once they started walking again she could feel the tension start to ease a bit, though nothing was said anymore between the two, she could just tell that they would be okay with each other from now on.

an. Now that wasn't so hard, was it guys? Where do y'all think they'll go from here? Let me know in a review! :)

Abrazos y besos para todos!