A.N. Thank you for all of the reviews! This is the most I've ever gotten! It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Lol. ANYWAYS! On with chapter 3! Punk isn't in this one either, but I PROMISE he will be in the next one so be patient! Also, regarding Maryse, there is a reason she's the way she is, so you are just gonna have to wait till the big secret comes out! *wink*
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Chapter 3
Barbie has a smile on her face as she sits at the island counter in her moms kitchen, a half finished plate of bacon and scrambled eggs sits in front of her. She was already fully dressed - jeans and a pale pink t-shirt - as Michelle and Layla would be picking her up in the next hour.
After the exhausting day she'd had the day before she was happy to be going to the mall with two of her most laid back friends. Trips with Laycool were always peaceful, and Kelly could count on them to be honest when she tried clothes on. She wouldn't be getting very much as her mom had only given her an extra twenty, leaving her with a grand total of sixty bucks. Just enough for a new pair of jeans and lunch.
"Ugh! Thank god mom cooked before she left." Denise's voice was still coated in sleep. Barbie turned, baby blues catching sight of her sisters 'I literally just fell out of bed and walked down here' appearance.
"What are you doing up?"
"I promised Jess I'd meet her at Parker's place today. I'm seriously regretting it."
Before Barbie could say a word, the Samsung sitting next to her plate began to vibrate, a picture of Michelle hugging Layla from behind popped up. "There's my ride!" Barbie slid the answer bar, "Hey Michelle. Yeah, I'll be right out, give me a sec. Mmkay, bye." Sliding off the stool Barbie retrieved her white bag and sweatshirt, tossing her plate in the sink after dumping the leftover in the trash. She had dish duty tonight so she'd take care of it then. "Stay out of trouble D." Barbie winked before rushing out.
"Hey Barbs!" Layla greeted as the smiling blonde got into the backseat of Michelle's BMW.
"Hey guys." Barbie grinned, pulling her seatbelt on, "What's up?"
"I feel like crap." Michelle groaned as she pulled away. "Had PE last period yesterday. Like, what the hell was that?"
Layla laughed loudly, earning a dirty sideways look from her girlfriend. "Come on Chelle, it couldn't of been that bad."
"Oh it was." Barbie added. "You'll see, I'd bet my entire Supernatural collection that the coaches will put the entire school through that."
"Had it yesterday too?"
"Yeah, after lunch. I think I'd be in a wheel chair right now if I'd had practice."
"How the hell did you get out of that?" Layla questioned, turning in her seat to look back at Barbie. The look in the Brits eyes showed she still held a grudge against Maryse.
"I told Ryse I wasn't feeling well and she told me to skip."
"That's it?"
"That's it." Barbie shrugged.
"Wow, ice bitch might actually be getting a heart."
"Michelle!" Barbie cried. She knew Michelle was right, Maryse WAS a bitch, but they didn't need to say it out loud. They'd all been really close once; her, Maryse, Laycool, Eve, and the Twins. The best of friends since elementary school. It was in 9th grade when Maryse started getting nasty. It didn't make much sense, but Barbie had left it alone because of the way her platinum blonde friend had looked when she asked about it.
It had been a warning glare, but Barbie remembers seeing a pain that she'd never witnessed in her friends eyes before. "Not like it's not true." Layla sighed, but made the effort to change the subject. "I am so getting new sneakers today, I've had the same ones since 10th grade."
"Yeah she has." Michelle added, "I don't know how many times this girl has raided my closet for shoes."
Barbie laughed, relaxing into her seat. She leaned her head against the window, watching the cars speed by, thoughts drifting to Phil. It was bothering her that she spent so much time thinking about a person she knew nothing about. Because really, all she knew about him was that his name was Phil and that he was hot.
A sigh left her lips just as Layla flicked the radio on, Mariah Carey's 'We Belong Together' blaring from the speakers. It was another fifteen minutes before Michelle got off the highway; her car coming to a halt once a parking spot was located.
"That shirt looked awesome on you Barbs." Michelle smirked as the three girls sat at a food court booth. Layla sat close to Michelle on one side, while Barbie sat across from them.
"Yeah but it was way to much." The shorter blonde commented, the off the shoulder, deep blue butterfly top flashing through her mind. They wanted 24.99 for that thing. Even if she'd had the money she wasn't sure if she would of bought it.
"Everything in that store is way to much. I mean seriously, fifty bucks for a denim skirt?"
"Who cares, that looked super hot on you Lays." Michelle smiled, leaning into her girlfriend.
"Aww, thank you Chelly!" Layla pecked the tall blonde on the cheek.
"Hey, you are that girl Phil was talking to the other day."
The three girls all turned their attention to the intruding woman. Barbie tilted her head, it was Baldy. Instantly Barbie's baby blues were searching around for a glimpse of Phil.
"Who's Phil?" Layla questioned, glancing back and forth between Barbie and Baldy.
"He's not here right now." Baldy wore a smirk as she followed Barbie's wandering eyes, then her attention shifted to the cuddling couple. "He's a friend of mine."
"And you are?" Michelle asked hotly, not knowing what was going on.
"Oops, sorry. My names Serena." Bal-uh Serena introduced herself. "I apologize for the intrusion, but I saw your friend," Serena nodded towards Barbie, "At Lymans Park the other day. I was in a rush and had pulled Phil away, but I wanted to ask you something."
Barbie's cheeks were tinting pink as she realized Laycool now knew about Phil, though they didn't need to know about her obsession with him. "Nice to meet you, Serena. I'm Barbie; this is Michelle and her girlfriend Layla." Barbie introduced, looking curiously at Serena.
"Hi." Serena sheepishly smiled. "Anyways, Barbie, I was wondering if you would let me photograph you..."
"Why?" Michelle questioned before Barbie could speak. The taller blonde didn't like the idea of a stranger taking pictures of Barbie.
Barbie started to say something but Serena cut her off, still wearing a smile. "No, it's okay. I'm not trying to be a creep or anything. I've just been taking some photography classes and Barbie sorta unintentionally inspired me."
Michelle still wore a distrusting stare, but Layla gave her a look that said to keep quiet and let Barbie speak. The cheerleader wasn't sure what to say. Her cheeks were warming again, she was very much flattered. "It depends, what kind of pictures?"
"Well, you know that big willowy tree right before the bike paths? I kept getting stuck with an image of you sitting under it, with maybe a book or perhaps a journal or something." Serena explained.
The three high schoolers all stared at Serena. Layla was the first to speak, attention on Barbie. "You know, you should do it Barbie. You are so model material."
Barbie looked at Michelle who seemed to be staying tight lipped. "Well...it couldn't hurt." Barbie decided, baby blues locking with golden brown. She wore her signature smile, the one that lit up her whole face. What Michelle and Layla didn't know was that Barbie's stomach was doing flip flops, her mind running a mile a minute. Would Phil be there? Serena's interaction with him seemed to suggest they were pretty close.
Serena now wore an excited smile. "Awesome! Would Monday work for you?"
"It would have to be after school."
"So around the same time I saw you last time?"
"Yeah, that will work." Barbie's baby blues sparkled. "Do you want to take my number down?"
"Sure thing." Serena nodded, pulling an old Nokia out of her pocket. "Shoot."
Serena and Barbie exchanged numbers, then the older woman had said goodbye to the three girls, disappearing into the crowd. The same crowd that was thickening as noon approached. "So who is Phil?" Michelle grilled as soon as Serena was gone.
Barbie should of seen this coming a mile away. "Just some guy I almost knocked over one time."
"Just some guy, Barbs? I haven't seen your eyes glitter like that since Justin."
"Who took YOU to that dance, Layla."
"Only to throw it in Maryse's face." Michelle jumped to Layla's defense, even though it was well known Michelle McCool had been very jealous of Justin Gabriel back then.
"He wanted to take you, Barbara." Layla frowned, "I mean, he spent that whole night watching you dance with Cody. I could of changed into that horrible mascot costume and he wouldn't of even noticed."
Barbie frowned then as well, all of a sudden feeling bad. This wasn't the first time she's heard this, but every time it came up it still felt new. "The past is the past." Michelle cut in, "We can't change it. But we can make sure it doesn't repeat itself. So, this Phil guy, how old is he?"
Barbie shrugged, though the heavy feeling in her heart remained. "I dunno,"
"Typical Barbie." Layla grinned.
"I told you guys, he's just some guy I bumped into. I didn't even know his name until Thursday."
"So you've had a conversation with him?" Michelle continued to pry.
"Not exactly. He just told me his name, I told him mine, and then he left."
"What's he look like?" Layla tilted her head in curiosity.
Barbie couldn't help the blush that spread over her cheeks. "Shoulder length hair, hazel eyes, tattoos, and his lip was pierced."
"Sounds hot." Layla yelped as Michelle pinched her side, "Hey! You know I only have eyes for you!"
Barbie laughed softly as she watched her two friends. They really were so cute together.
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