A/N: Hello everyone. Please bare with me and this story. The idea has been nagging me in the back of my head, so here it is. Some clarifications:

- This is an AU of FSOG. In this story, Ana and Christian are the same age, but we will put them at around 25. His background stays the same.

Please let me know what you think.

What most people don't realize is how hard it is to be a teenager. While adults have the usual worries of getting to work on time, not infuriating the boss, and making a steady paycheck, teenagers are faced with a multitude of other problems. Are my clothes hip enough? Will I make to class on time? What if the school bus misses me? Do I have any homework I've forgotten about? What if we have a pop quiz? Will that boy I like notice me?

And the biggest problem... what if I move to a different school?

Anastasia Rose Steele looked up from the keyboard of her laptop, her blue eyes scanning the text that ran across the screen. Her idea of a book hadn't received much reception, but she had high hopes when it would be finished. Tucking a brown strand behind her ear, she let out a huff. While she raised her hands multiple times to continue writing, she found herself at a standstill.

Writers Block... She thought.

She stood, making her way to the living room of her apartment, grabbing a small photo album along the way. Numbly, she flipped through the pages, the faint hint of a smile from a copper haired boy staring back at her. He was her inspiration. He probably didn't even remember she existed. As if to taunt her, a Forbes magazine her roommate had picked up sat next to her on the coffee table. He looked up at her from the cover, his eyes empty, his smile long forgotten.

Ten Years Prior. . .

The day was a dreary one, and Ana Steele sat on the bleachers book in hand. Had it been her old high school, she might have been sitting with friends. However, since she had only attended this school for just a few days, she found herself alone.

The school, though different, still maintained the same feel of each and every high school. A clash of adolescent minds attempting to gain something from their times in the halls. The only real difference was that instead of the normal sneakers students wore, most students wore rain boots.

Seattle. Her reasoning for moving back in with her father was sound, but she missed the sun. Seattle, as she learned, seemed to always be a bit too cloudy for her taste. The city was more grandiose than what she was used to, but she was sure she'd grow to enjoy it.

"Hey nerd!" A voice cried from the bottom of the bleachers. Unsure who this person was referencing, Ana continued to keep her face in her book. "HEY! I'm talking to you!"

She lifted her head, pushing a stray lock of hair over her shoulder. "Are you speaking to me?" She questioned the burly boy on the track field.

"I just said that... man someone with her face in a book, you think she'd be smarter."

Ana, not used to being picked on, rolled her eyes and let them drift back to her book. While she maintained her composure, she felt a twinge of hurt deep in her belly.

"If you actually moved that book away, maybe took off those glass... you could be pretty..." She found the boy closer to her, close enough to try and push down her book, a grin on his face.

Pushing her book down, she narrowed her eyes. "Please get away from me."

"Come on... your a freshman... i'm a junior, might help raised your popul-"

"I'm pretty sure she said leave her alone." Spoke a voice from a few benches away. Had he not just spoken, Ana would not have even noticed him sitting there. A boy, she was sure was about her age, removed the hood of his sweatshirt and stood. His height was not that of a freshman, but possibly a senior. His copper hair was messy, his eyes a slate gray. He was in fact, possibly the most handsome boy she had ever seen.

The burly boy turned away from Ana, and let out a laugh. "Aren't you Elliot's brother? Why don't you go home and hang out with your mommy..."

It happened fast. The copper haired boy lunged at the burly one, delivering a blow to his face that Ana was sure would break his nose. She moved back, yelling for them to stop, yelling for someone...

Two weeks later . . .

After the fight, Ana had found out the boy's name was Christian Grey, brother to Elliot Gray who was older than him. It seemed this was not the first time this had happened; him fighting was a regular thing and this was the second time he had been suspended for it.

She had waited the two weeks for him to come back to school, and had found herself making friends with one Kate Kavanagh, daughter of some big media hot shot. While she had gone on and on through lunch about how Ana should get contacts, Ana just found herself looking around for the copper haired boy. There, at lunch sitting in the corner, she found him.

"Kate.. i'll be right back." Ana said lightly, her friend stopping mid sentence about the difference in contact brands.

Her converse carried her towards him, and she sat at his table, ignoring the glare he gave her.

"Don't give me that look..." She murmured, and he raised a brown, amused perhaps. "Listen...I wanted to thank you... for defending me. I mean, it was completely irresponsible to do that, considering he wasn't bothering me that much, but still... thank you."

Christian stared at her, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're welcome... and he deserved it. He picks on freshman all of the time." His voice, low, made her shiver. She ignored it.

"Well, maybe I could treat you to ice cream or something some time? I'm sure my dad could driv-"

"No thank you." And he looked back at his food, pushing it around his tray mindlessly.

"Wow... I wasn't asking you out Grey, I was just trying to thank you for-"

"Listen... what's your name?"

Ana shifted uncomfortably, the fact that he interrupted her twice angering her. "Ana... Ana Steele."

"Listen... Ana... It's not a problem. I just... don't go out. I don't hang out with people." His eyes dropped.

"Well... maybe if you did... everyone wouldn't think you're such an asshole." She replied, and was sure when she stood and walked away, she saw a hit of a smile.

Two days later . . .

"Thanks you driving me to school Dad... sorry, I woke up late." Ana grumbled, annoyed that she had missed the bus. She had in fact run out just as it was driving away, and obviously they didn't feel the need to stop.

"Annie... don't worry about it." Her stepfather Ray smiled at her, his eyes crinkling. He grinned then, nodding over to the copper haired boy whose head perked up when he saw them pull up. "Looks like you have someone waiting for you?"

Ana looked up, and then let out a small laugh as the boy watched them. "No dad... love you." After a kiss on the cheek she stepped out of the car, stopping to stare at Christian Grey.

"Shouldn't you be in class?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. She adjusted her backpack, vaguely aware that they were the only two people not in the building.

"Shouldn't you?" He answered, giving her a small grin. It was quite beautiful.

With a small chuckle, she rolled her eyes. "Touche... were you waiting for me?" Ana adjusted her backpack, and saw that he dropped his gaze, kicking some imaginary rock on the ground.

"I was... I wanted to see if you wanted to get that ice cream."

"I have to get to class Christian." Ana turned her head to see that Ray had already pulled away.

"You never skipped class before? Come on.." And Christian began to walk away, his hands in his pockets. She couldn't help but follow.