A.N. Hey guys! Sorry I didn't update yesterday. I wasn't feeling well. Anyways! On with chapter nine. Phil's back! I hope you guys like it!
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Chapter Nine
"Barbara, are you sure you can trust this Serena girl?" Barbie's mother questioned, her wide blue eyes staring hard at her oldest daughter.
"Of course mom," Barbie replied, her tone a little exasperated. From the moment she told her mother she was going to be staying the night, not at Maryse's house, but at a new friend's house, Claire Blank did nothing but worry about her daughter. "I just know Serena's a good person. She's not into anything bad, she's a photographer."
"You said she's in her twenties though, honey. And you barely know the girl."
"She's twenty two ma, she isn't all that much older than me. Don't worry about it. I'll call you in the morning, okay?" Barbie assured as she made to move out of her mother's car. "Thanks for the ride, and I love you." Were the last words Barbie said to her mother before she headed up the stairs of the apartment complex, a single, manicured finger pressing the number 13 doorbell.
It has been a week since Barbie and Maryse had taken the bus to Serena's apartment in the South End. During the week that followed Barbie had found herself talking more and more to the older woman, who she definitely considered a friend now. One of their conversations had led to Serena asking Barbie if she'd like to stay a night at her apartment that weekend, she'd told Barbie that she really needed another woman to talk to. Luke and Phil weren't exactly the kind of people Serena could talk "girly" things with. As much as Luke loved her, he simply wasn't the type to sit down with her on a Friday night and watch chickflicks like A Walk to Remember. Barbie had quickly agreed.
Serena wasn't exactly the kind of woman you'd think would be into movies like that, but as Barbie told herself: a tough exterior didn't exactly mean you didn't have soft insides. "Hi Serena!" Barbie grinned as the woman pulled the door to her apartment open, the taller girl walking in.
"Hey Barbie." Serena greeted, "You can just put your bag down over there. Are you thirsty?"
"Not really, thank you." Barbie smiled, setting her bag down and then making herself comfortable on Serena's couch. She already had her pajamas on, having changed before her mom dropped her off. The pants were pale yellow with little lime green frogs all over the place and she wore a simple white tank top. "So! What movie are we going to watch?" the blonde questioned, baby blues curiously gazing at Serena.
"I was thinking Practical Magic…"
"Oh my god!" Barbie exclaimed, eyes glittering happily. "I love that movie!"
Serena wore an enormous smile, "It's a cool flick." She replied, heading towards an archway. She stopped when she got to it, turning her head to glance at Barbie, "I'm gonna make some popcorn, are you sure you don't want a soda?"
"Actually, I think I'll take a coke. Popcorn always makes me thirsty."
"You and me both." Serena grinned. When she finally came back out she had a huge plastic bowl filled to its capacity with buttery popcorn and a couple cans of soda. "Bon appétit."
Barbie instantly grabbed a few pieces of popcorn, popping them into her mouth. Buttery popcorn for Barbie was absolute heaven. "Thank you Serena."
"No problemo." The brown eyed woman winked as she finished fiddling with her dvd player, the once blue television now showing the opening credits to Practical Magic. "So you go to Eastmoore?" Serena questioned once the two women were comfortable and watching the movie.
"The one and only." Barbie answered, "It's a good school."
"Yeah it is, that's where I went."
"Really?" Barbie asked wide eyed.
"Yeah. That giant still teaching English?"
"Mr. Wight?"
"Yeah, him. I had him freshmen year. Total nut for Shakespeare, I remember the whole Romeo and Juliet thing he had us do. God I don't think I'd been so embarrassed my entire life."
"Oh god," Barbie drawled, rolling her eyes. "I know exactly what you're talking about. I had him my freshman year too, and now I have him again in senior year, I am so freaking happy we aren't studying Shakespeare this year."
"I swear, that school had the most unusual staff. The PE coaches were insane and the janitor, fucker could put on a Michael Meyers costume and I'd swear to god it was the real deal."
"Mr. Jacobs is terrifying." Barbie agreed, stupidly nodding her head in agreement. That man was the scariest person she'd ever met.
Serena's mouth opened as she was going to say something, when an off-key ringing sounded throughout the apartment, the older woman looking a little confused. "Hold on a sec Barbs, someone's ringing the doorbell."
Barbie watched as Serena moved to the door and pressed a button on the wall, asking who it was. A muffled reply was all Barbie could make out as she observed Serena pressing the other button. Not but a couple minutes later did knocking sound at the door. When Serena pulled it open, Barbie was now fully turned around on the couch, trying to see who it was.
The first thing she saw was the shiny bald head that belonged to Luke Gallows followed by another head covered in dark hair. Barbie felt her stomach drop to the ground as her baby blues crashed with hazel green. "If it isn't my favorite little Barbie doll."
"What the hell are you two doing here?" Serena demanded as her boyfriend closed the door and began making himself comfortable.
"I thought you were looking for company tonight."
"I already have company." Serena said with a roll of her eyes.
Meanwhile Barbie was staring with her mouth slightly agape at the man who had just successfully turned her face an unbelievable shade of red, "Hey Phil," she finally managed, scrambling to turn her attention to the larger man of the two, "Hi Luke."
"How you doing, kid?" the large man questioned with a smirk, his eyes going from Barbie to Phil, to Barbie again, followed by a raise of his brow as he looked to his girlfriend, "You didn't tell me you were having Barbie over."
"Yes I did Luke." His girlfriend gritted out, her eyes briefly glancing at Phil. Luke was responsible for this, she knew it. Wasn't she supposed to be the one playing matchmaker with Punk and Barbie?
"Cute jammies, Barbs," Phil had a smirk cracking his lips as he made himself very comfortable on the couch. He was at a comfortable distance but Barbie would swear she could feel the heat from his body.
"Thanks." Barbie replied lamely.
"I'm sorry Barbie," Serena started, "I've got to have a word with my boyfriend in the other room." The tone in Serena's voice had Luke heading straight for the kitchen, a kicked puppy look already manifesting on his face. Serena followed closely behind.
"So!" Barbie spoke, deciding to break the ice, "How've you been?"
"Not bad." He replied with a casual shrug of his shoulders, "What about you, Barbie doll?"
"I'm officially 18." Barbie grinned proudly; she was finally considered a legal adult.
"Happy belated birthday then, sweetheart. Did you have a good time?"
"My friend, the one I'd told you about, she came over and apologized."
"Didn't I tell you those kind of things have a way of working themselves out?"
"You may have." The curl of her lips matched his perfectly.
Somehow, the two girls never got to finish Practical Magic, instead they ended up watching the newest X-Men movie which Luke had smuggled in. It wasn't a bad movie, and the actors were cute – which both girls kept tight lipped when it came to voicing that opinion. Serena was sitting with her back against Luke on the floor, and Barbie still sat a few spaces away from Phil. "Does it hurt?" Barbie suddenly questions, baby blues looking directly at the intricate tattoo's painted on Phil's right arm.
His attention turns to her the moment her voice reaches his ears, his hazel eyes following her gaze to his arm. "It depends on where you're getting it put on." He replies with a shrug. "The first time always hurts the most."
Barbie did her best to keep herself from blushing, her mind floating around in the gutter for a moment. "Where did you get them done?"
"Most of 'em were done by a friend of mine, she's an awesome tattooist. This is a good five years, worth of work."
"Wow, really?" Barbie gazed at him with wonderment. "Are those all you have?"
Phil smirked, his hand pulling up at the hem of his t-shirt, revealing his entire chest to Barbie. The poor girls jaw hung slack and it wasn't because she was in awe of his tattoos. "My living room is not the place for a strip tease Punk." Serena's voice broke Barbie's eyes away from Phil, baby blues staring hard at the television screen
"And I was just getting started. You're such a buzz kill, Serena." Was Phil's teasing reply, his hazel never leaving Barbie, who only seemed to grow redder and redder by the minute. "Relax Barbie, I was only kidding. Are you thinking about getting a tattoo?" his tone immediately returned to casual, albeit curious.
It took Barbie a moment to recover, but when she did she bravely brought her eyes back to Phil, who who'd swung his legs atop the cushion that sat between them. She briefly thought about telling him how her dad would kill her if she did, but she was 18 now, she had the right to get one if she wanted to, right? "I think I want to."
"Kid, don't do it unless you actually want to." Luke glanced up at Barbie. "Those things are forever. If you're going to do it, thinking you want to isn't going to cut it. I'm stuck with this thing, because I thought I wanted it." Luke rolled his sleeve up and showed Barbie a plain upside down pentagram tattooed on his left wrist. "I'd just turned eighteen and was all into that devil worshipping shit."
"He's right," Phil agreed, Serena nodding her agreement as well. "But if you really want to do it, I'll introduce you to Amy. She'll do it for cheap."
Barbie looked contemplative, baby blues staring down at her hands which were fiddling around in her lap. She really did want to get a tattoo but it would have to be small and somewhere she could hide it. "Well…yes. I want to do it." Barbie nodded for emphasis.
Phil's lips were twisted into a smile. "Alright then, sweetheart, whenever you're ready, just let me know."
"How can I reach you?" Barbie asked, trying her hardest not to blush, again. She was obviously asking for his number.
"Got your phone?"
Barbie reached into the pocket of her pajamas and pulled out her Samsung. She couldn't believe she was finally getting this guys number! Granted, it wasn't an exchange of numbers to set up a date, but Barbie was still very excited.
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