Disclaimer: I do not own Breaking. At All. I do, however, own any new characters that pop up in my stories... And my imagination when it lets me rule it :]

Authoress Note: This is just some idea I had and I don't even know if I'll go anywhere with it. I do love this movie, though. It's a good coming of age story and I enjoy the characters oh so much :D

Extra Note: I will warn you that I am prone to spelling and grammatical errors and that I will try to fix them/watch for them as best as I can, OK?

"What about these?" Tiffany asked as she stepped out of the dressing room, fixing her with a questioning raise of her brow as she turned, showing off the leather pants she'd tried on. "They make your hips look big," she stated bluntly, causing Tiffany to roll her eyes. "Geeze, Dolly, don't try like holding back or anything."

Her cheeks puffed up as she scowled. "Don't call me that," she huffed causing Tiffany to roll her eyes. "Like why not? Doll is a cute name and all but it's so... I don't know, it's just so much like what a guy calls his girl! Dolly is at least cute sounding."

Dolly – or Doll – scowl deepened. "It's not my name and my mom hates when people call me that and so do I. I'm not named after that country singer so don't call me it, OK?" Tiffany held up her hands in defeat before stepping back into the dressing room to try on another pair of leather pants for the sixteenth time today.

This always happened when people tried to call her Dolly. She hated the name. When she was younger kids use to sing Dolly Parton songs at her and laugh. She liked the singer, but hated being called by her name. It was annoying. Her dad and mom had named her Doll because she looked like a living doll when she'd been born. And well her dad admitted that he had wanted to name her in some way after the singer, due to him and her mother having loved her music. But mom had refused to call her Dolly, so Doll it was.

It was an unusual name and people would give her funny looks when she told them her name, but she didn't care. She was OK with it and that's what mattered. Besides she was pretty sure there were people out there with stranger names than Doll.

She crossed her arms and sighed. Tiffany always had to take forever with trying on new clothes. She had only tried on five pairs of pants and six different shirts before she was ready to go pay for what she wanted. "Are you done yet?" Doll huffed as she sulked back in her chair. "This is so the last pair you're trying cause I will leave you here!"

Tiffany let out an annoyed growl as she stepped out of the dressing room in a pair of skin-tight bell-bottoms, hands on her hips. "You can be like such a guy sometimes!" Tiffany whined, as she turned in a circle. "What about these?" Doll sighed and had her turn once more before nodding. "Those look better. You don't look like your hips are bigger than your shoulders," she clarified as Tiffany beamed happily before strolling back into the dressing room. "OK you have like ten pairs, can we go now?"

Tiffany gave out an annoyed huff and a quick "Like yeah, fine," before Doll nodded in satisfaction. "Good. I'm gonna go pay. I'll meet you up front, OK?" she said. Tiffany hummed in acknowledgment before Doll made her way to the front, weaving past older woman and kids and a few people she'd seen around school. She was weaving so fast and so determined to hurry up and get out of the damn store they'd been in for two hours, that she let out a startled cry as she suddenly made hard contact with someone who had rounded a clothing rack on sale!

"Oof!" They both cried in unison as Doll knocked the poor store goer over, her selected clothes falling from her arms and onto them. "Oh, damn! Oh I am sooo sorry! Ack! I was not watching where I was going!" Doll exclaimed, inwardly cursing herself as she quickly gathered up the other persons stuff as they picked up hers carefully. "Oh it's quit alright," the other person – a young woman about her age – said softly as they exchanged loads. "Afraid I wasn't watching my step either. Are you OK? You arn't hurt are you?" she sounded concern as Doll allowed herself to finally get a better look at the young woman.

She had to be about a three inches taller than her – possibly around 5'6" - and had light green eyes and was dressed... Well like a Bow-Head to put it in simple terms; preppie looking with a long skirt, blouse, and brunette hair tied up in a bow. She was very shy like and had a sort of airhead calm about her. Which wasn't bad, but it also probably made her a bore – though not to sound rude of course. "Oh don't worry about me," Doll smiled, waving off her sincere concern, "you're the one who got knocked down. I should be asking you that."

The young woman smiled and gave a small laugh as they both refolded their clothes. "Boy clothes, huh?" Doll asked, taking in the obvious pair of male jeans in her arms next to a new skirt. She gave a soft smile and placed the jeans to the side. "They're for my husband. I'm always sewing up his old pair and well I thought he might like ones that don't look so ragged," she explained as Doll's eyes went wide.

"Wait! You're married? But you're like... My age, aren't you...?" she trailed off, realizing that she'd almost been yelling. The woman laughed lightly. "Well yes, I am young. But my mother and father were young when they married as well. And out here it's very common," she explained as they made their way towards the checkout line. "Not where I'm from.. At least you don't hear about it much," Doll said with a shrug as they both stood in line, a small toddler babbling at them as he sat in a shopping cart as his mother looked over her items.

"Oh?" the brunette said as she hoisted up her load of clothing. "Where are you from?" she asked as Doll poked through the candy, grabbing a KitKat. "Sacramento, California," she answered as the line moved up a little, smiling as she thought of home, briefly wondering how her family was doing. The brunette's eyes widened, impressed. "Oh wow. You're so far from home. Why'd you come all the way out here?"

Doll shrugged. "I wanted to get far away from home. Plus they have a good Sociology program here and I also have some family down here that I can stay with if I don't wanna go home. Which I wont be doing this summer," she added as she placed her stuff on the belt, watching it move forward. She placed a separating bar between her stuff and the woman ahead of hers, handing one off to the other woman.

"Oh who's your family? I might know them. I grew up here and you pretty much know everyone if you did," she asked curiously as she sat her stuff down. Doll placed her KitKat with her clothes before answering. "Edison. Gale and Dana Edison. Gale is my dads twin brother and Dana is my moms sister. They had a double wedding for fun and to save money even," Doll laughed as the cashier began to ring up her stuff.

The Bow-Head brunette giggled. "Oh that's very interesting. Though I'm sure it makes family reunions interesting, right?" she asked and Doll nodded, rolling her eyes. "You have nooo idea!" That pulled another laugh from the two and Doll felt herself smiling. This girl wasn't so bad for having an airhead way about her. "Oh hey, I didn't catch your name. I figure I should know the name of the poor girl I ran over," she smiled as the cashier gave her the price for all her stuff, pulling money out of her purse and handing it to her.

"Oh my names Nancy," she said as Doll grabbed her bag and waited for Nancy to get her stuff checked out and payed for. "Nice name. My name is, and yes this is my real name, Doll. Not Dolly or Doll-Face. Just Doll Edison, or Doll for short." she automatically answered. The whole "Not Dolly" line had been something she had created when she was about ten and it had stuck with her. Nancy accepted her bag with a thanks and gave a curious look. "That's a really... Different name, isn't it?" she said as Doll nodded. "Yeah... But I like it." Nancy gave a nod of agreement. "Well that's good. One shouldn't hate their name, should they?"

The two gave a smile as Nancy looked up at the clock, gasping. "Oh gosh! I'm afraid I have to go. I need to get home and make dinner," she gathered up her bags from the floor. "It was nice meeting you, Doll. If you ever want to hang out, you can just look up Muchnik in the phone-book and call or come to Dairy Queen where I work."

Doll nodded. "Yeah, sure. I'd like that. Maybe over summer, huh?" Nancy beamed as the two waved bye and Doll leaned against the wall, waiting for Tiffany, who was now at the checkout with a large armful of clothes... And chatting animatedly to a boy with brown swishing hair and wearing a polo shirt and Capri's.

Oh good grief that woman just loved boys.

R & R Plz :]

Note that Moocher's last name is Nancy's last name cause of marriage and I don't know/recall if they said Moocher's last name in the movie, so I borrowed the last name atheneblue used for him in her very amazing fic "Ooh La La"... Go read but be warned it's very sexy/naughty xP