First Kiss

"So what's your mom visiting your aunt for?" Dean asked, sitting at the kitchen table in AJ's house whilst Punk was upstairs in the shower, seeing as their foster father didn't have hot water running in the house they were in.

"Ugh my aunt Lorena has money problems. She always has done." AJ said, sitting at the table peeling an orange, "She's actually closer to my age than my mom's age." She admitted truthfully, "Mom tries her best to look out for her." She nodded.

"Where's your dad?" Dean asked pretty forwardly as AJ looked up at him. They knew that AJ's father wasn't in the picture, just like their own. They knew a lot about her family, but not every detail.

"You tell me." AJ smiled to him as Dean nodded, "I don't know him. Left when I was two. Mom said he was useless anyway. She doesn't have a lot of good things to say about him." AJ said as Dean nodded.

"Yeah, our mom didn't have much to say about our dad either." Dean shook his head, "Bad man as far as we know." Dean nodded.

"Better off without them." AJ smiled to him, "Mom was actually going to move back to Puerto Rico with me but when she got offered the job here in Chicago, she thought it'd be better and less hassle." She nodded.

"How could you have lived in Puerto Rico? Don't they speak-"

"Spanish?" AJ laughed a little, "I know Spanish."

"Like you speak it?" Dean asked her as AJ nodded, "Say something to me in Spanish." Dean smiled as AJ rolled her eyes.

"Hijo de las mil putas." AJ nodded to him as Dean raised his eyebrows, shocked at this revelation.

"And you know what that means? You can really have a conversation with someone in Spanish?" He asked.

"That means son of a thousand whores." AJ said as Dean raised a brow, "When we first came to the states, mom used to always say it to anyone who pissed her off, males normally, I picked it up and it was the first thing I learned to say." She nodded as Dean laughed a little.

"Why am I not surprised?" Dean asked as AJ shrugged, "But you actually know Spanish? Like if a Spanish person walked in here right now and talked in Spanish you'd be able to talk back with them?"

"Yeah." AJ laughed, finding it amusing how fascinated he was.

"Can you teach me?" Dean asked her curiously as AJ laughed, "Is that why you got to skip Spanish class at school?"

"Yeah." AJ nodded, "I can teach you some, I can't promise you'll pick it all up in one sitting." She laughed a little.

"AJ!" Punk yelled from upstairs.

"He's probably broke your shower." Dean rolled his eyes as AJ got up and headed to the bottom of the stairs.

"What?" AJ called back up.

"Uh… how'd you turn the shower off? I think it's stuck." Punk said as AJ rolled her eyes and headed upstairs, walking around the bend and into the bathroom where he was standing with just a towel around his waist. She really wished he had some clothes on at least. She felt her insides tightening watching the little beads of water run down his chest and arms.

"You just turn it." AJ shook her head, leaning into the shower, getting soaked in the process as she pushed the turner back in and turned it around.

"Ah you push it in first." Punk noticed, "I was just trying to turn it." He said as AJ just nodded.

"We're gonna order food soon so… hurry up." AJ said, trying to avoid looking at him. Everything at the minute had seemed to be a constant reminder of how much she was really starting to like him in a completely different way. The action was there, physically and mentally. She cared about him. She liked being around him. She knew these feelings weren't just a phase, and she was starting to find it hard, and she couldn't help wonder if he felt the same as sometimes she felt him staring too, which made her less scared.

"I'll be down just now." He nodded to her, closing the bathroom door back over as she headed back downstairs, shaking her head.

Later that night once the trio had ordered some food and simply chilled out playing some games and watching TV, Dean of course was the first to fall asleep again flat out on the couch whilst this time AJ and Punk were sat over on the other couch.

"Stop hogging the popcorn." AJ said, taking the bowl from Punk back into the basket of her legs after he'd sat with it for more than half an hour, almost finishing the full bowl without her having any.

"I don't get this film." Punk said, stretching his hand back into the bowl and taking a handful of popcorn, "The car kills people?"

"I believe you should call her Christine." AJ said, "That's her name."

"How does she kill them, though?" Punk asked.

"If you shut up and watched you'd see instead of asking so many questions." AJ shook her head as Punk just laughed and nodded.

"Mom really is inside your body. I don't care what you say." He said as AJ smiled to him. She'd been in Chicago for over a year and practically had been best friends with the both of them for that same amount of time, but she knew there was always something different with her and Punk. Something more deep and personal. They seemed to get one another, and not that she was saying that she and Dean didn't get one another, but it seemed a lot deeper between her and Punk.

"So… I know you didn't go to last years because you were new but… are you going to formal?" He asked her.

"I'm trying to watch this." She nudged him as Punk paused the TV and she looked up at him.

"No. I don't go to those things. You know I don't." She said.

"I saw you chatting with Freddie Thompson in the cafeteria line yesterday." Punk said, "Looked like he was cracking some pretty funny jokes." He nodded as AJ just shook her head.

"Are you stalking me, Phil?" AJ teased a little as he just shook his head, "He just spoke to me about homework, that was all."

"I'd stay away from him." Punk nodded, "Heard a lot of stories about him."

"Oh, you've heard?" AJ smiled a little as he nodded.

"From Dean. He's on the football team with them." Punk said as AJ nodded.

"What do you care if he was talking to me anyway?" AJ laughed a little.

"Well, I look out for you like you look out for me." He shrugged.

"Well thanks but… I can make judgements on my own." She nodded.

"Did you have a boyfriend in New Jersey?" He asked her as she looked up at him.

"No." AJ shook her head, "Why the sudden interest?" She laughed a little, not understanding why he was asking her so much, but yet again, it felt like she could talk to him about that sort of stuff.

"I'm just asking." Punk shrugged, "You should go to your formal." He nodded.

"You wanna know the truth?" AJ asked him, leaning her head back on the couch as he nodded, "My mom doesn't let me go to… any things like that." She said, "She's paranoid that I will end up… getting drunk, having sex, ruining my life away." She nodded, "So she doesn't let me go."

"You're almost eighteen." Punk said, "She can't tell you what to do." He laughed a little as she just shook her head.

"You don't know what she's like." AJ said quietly as Punk watched her.

"Is that what you'd do? If you went?" He asked her.

"What?" AJ asked.

"Get drunk, have sex, ruin your life?" He screwed his face up a little.

"No." AJ said, "The most I would do is find a quiet corner to sit and watch all the people I hate and despite on the daily act like idiots." She said, "That seems more realistic."

"She can't keep you a prisoner for your entire life? You're gonna have to go out and experience things for yourself. It's how you learn, right?" He said as AJ nodded.

"Try telling her that." AJ said, "She's very programed into how I'm gonna live my life. She wants me to be a doctor, find a guy in that field of work. She always says, Chiquita you're too good for average." She said in a Spanish accent as Punk laughed a little.

"Maybe I agree with her there." Punk nodded as she looked up at him, into those mysterious, wonderful eyes. She felt like she could really talk to him and not feel worried or embarrassed, "So you've never… you've never been with anyone? Not even a kiss?" He asked her. He had been under the impression that she maybe had her first boyfriend back in New jersey before she moved. He didn't take her for having five different relationships or anything like that, but she was a beautiful girl, and she had a beautiful personality to go along with it. He wondered if she knew that.

"Not even a kiss." AJ repeated and nodded as he looked at her, leaning forward as she watched him nervously, knowing what he was going in for, breathing erratically as she felt his lips press against hers. It was like it happened in slow motion. There was no warning, but she didn't care, she wanted it, she wanted to kiss him, and things just felt right.

He placed his hand on her cheek, deepening the kiss as she felt his tongue touch hers. She felt mildly clueless about the full thing until suddenly they found a relaxed rhythm, and she let him in to deepen the kiss, their lips catching off of each other as she had butterflies tingle through her stomach. She knew this was the exact reason why she didn't look at him the same way she did with Dean. There was more there for both of them, and it felt like a relief to finally act on it.

She enjoyed staying the way they were, now leaning a little more forward whilst cupping his cheeks, but they suddenly had to break apart when they heard Dean move around on the couch. For a minute they'd almost forgot where they were. She felt her head in the clouds, and she knew that if it wasn't meant to be, that it would have felt wrong and they would have broken apart the second their lips met, but that was just it… it did felt right. It felt safe and right for both of them, and they were slowly becoming each other's comfort.

"What are you guys watching?" Dean grumbled with his eyes barely opened as he looked over at the TV, lying on his stomach.

"Uh…" Punk cleared his throat as AJ shuffled away a little, "Christine. The killing car."

"You're both losers." Dean grumbled, turning back around to go back to sleep as AJ just turned to Punk and gulped. They both knew that there was something definitely between them, and that was always a scary thing, especially since she'd never even had any relationship. She was still pretty young, and so was he. But she was sure of how she felt about him, and so was he.

A/N: Let me know what you think! More to come.