A/N: This story and the characters bselong to me...Rating will most likely change. I'm just putting this fic out there, and if you like it I'll keep writing. Thanks! R&R!

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Summary: She never dreamed she'd be moving to the middle of nowhere, starting a new school, leaving her friends. And to top it off, she'd never dreamed of having the school's most wanted guy after her.

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New York City was the city that never slept. Her father had told her once when she was younger that every light in the city belonged to someone. And standing on the roof of her apartment, she looked over every lucky light that would continue to light every day as soon as dark arrived.

In a matter of hours her's wouldn't. They were moving to the middle of nowhere.

She'd taken it upon herself to do some looking into the place she'd soon be forced to call her home, and wasn't the least bit surprised with the results. Chandler was a goonie town, located in the middle of masses of woods, that functioned on its own. It faintly reminded her of Pleasantville, the undisturbed way of life. There was a small grocery store founded in the early 1900s that supplied the source of food for most of the town, a little movie rental store, a secondhand clothes shop, a privately run chinese restaurant, an antiques store, a church, a public library, a dollar store, a hardware store, and a car wash/fill-up shop. It was a town run by the town.

She'd be surprised if it wasn't an incest town by now with families that married families, she thought with a glare at the closest building, the one her father was at right that second, performing his last day on the job as executive manager to the country's fifth most successful law firm, shaking hands with stuffy men and women in suits and dresses exchanging goodbyes. She didn't understand why they had to leave. Surely with her father's retirement he may want a change in atmosphere from living the big life, but she'd figured he'd choose a place that at least didn't have a two hour drive to the nearest airport. Leaning back into the cool night air she sighed. Why now? Couldn't he wait one year until she was graduated and gone to college to make the transition?

Shaking her head slowly with a fixed glare and pursed lips she stood up, flipping off the building and turning to the door that led to the penthouse. She still had some packing to do.

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She'd timed the flight from New York City to the airport in Glennsvalle as an hour long. She'd kept track of the amount of time it took to drive from Glennsvalle to Chandler. 130 minutes. She'd also made note of Little Port, a town a half an hour drive from Chandler that had a bit of civilization and a variety of stores including a small mall. All in all, the trip to the city was going to be a long one every break she got from school which she was most definitely not spending in the suffocating town.

The drive into Chandler was as dull as she had thought it would be. Their house was right off of the main road, her father had told her having been there already once, the only thing he'd said to her during the whole ride. Not a person was in sight, most she figured, in church with their families donating their dollars to a fund and conversing over a bake sale held by the elderly. Most of the shop doors she'd seen had been clad with Closed signs, all except the grocery store. And as the the main road was slowly fading behind them, she knew it was worse than she had expected. She'd expected some form of civilization, at least a stray cat wandering the perfectly clear sidewalks, though she figured if someone spotted a stray cat it would be taken in immediately by a generous soul, or become a town pet, if those existed. And at the moment, she wasn't about to doubt anything.

"We're here." Were the words that broke her out of her thoughts, spoken quietly by her father. Without glancing at him, she opened the door to the still slowly moving car and hopped out carelessly, sticking her hands in the pockets of her jeans, assuming the worst, knowing anything was possible here.

The house was...a house. A house that looked like it hadn't seen the sun in decades. The bright yellow paint that was the exterior was chipped in many places, a few gray tiles on the roof missing or barely hanging on. The shutters were a dark blue, one in one window a bit lopsided. Weeds sprung from two sides of the house, but seemed to look as if they belonged there, and dared you to try and remove them. There were no flowers, no bushes, just a dark forest behind it, swallowing the house whole. It looked like the type of place where someone would be dared to spend the night. And oddly, she liked it. Not that she had a choice.

She glanced over to see her father standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a thoughtful expression enveloping his features. He wasn't a day over 38, and didn't look a day over 30. She must've gotten her mother's looks, she'd decided when she was a teenager. Her father was all dark, black hair, black eyes, and a black suit that most would find intimidating, but it was all he wore. He was important, she knew, people knew him. He was Kevin Collins. One of the most successful lawyers and businessman in New York. And one of the wealthiest. He was a worker, the father that was constantly gone all of the time. They didn't have your father-daughter relationship, more less one at all. They were bonded by blood. And that was it. She watched him nod out of the corner of her eye before he spoke. "A nice lady in town said she'd help us fix it up, and maybe get a few local teens to help also."

She groaned inwardly. Teens. People. Interaction. Conversation. Boredom. The embarrassment factor wasn't a factor, she couldn't help it if the losers in this place had nothing better to do than fix a complete stranger's house up to fit in with the rest of Pleasantville. She'd just make sure she was gone when and if this happened, not like she'd have any reason to stay around. She wasn't interested in making friends, not like it was possible with the way people her age probably acted around here. There'd be nothing to talk about, she doubted half of them had ever even seen a highway.

She wondered if this was one of those moments where she was supposed to say she liked it the way it was or give some hint of interest. "Okay." She shrugged carelessly, preferring the small house as it was if she had no choice but to live in it. It wasn't a penthouse, didn't have room service or a good view, but it'd do until graduation. "It's furnished?" She questioned, the only thing brought with them being the beds which were transported separately earlier that morning. There was no way she'd be spending her nights on a used one where people had slept before in what state of being, she didn't care to know.

"Yes," he replied before starting to walk forward to the small cottage-like house, and she glanced at the dark woods around it as she followed slowly behind him. It really was a horror movie house, if only it was two stories high. She stepped slowly through the doorway where her father was waiting. "Your bedroom's to your left. You have your own bathroom, and the kitchen is through that door there." He pointed directly before him. "The spare room and mine are to the right."

The interior was the opposite of the exterior. Contrary to the dead look, the house seemed lively, yet not too so. The scent of oranges greeted her nose as she glanced around. They were standing in what appeared to be the living room. A small television set was set up to the right accompanied by two plush read couches that contrasted well against chocolate brown walls. "We don't have cable yet," Kevin interrupted the silence, "and the small television is only temporary. But there's a video cassette recorder, and we have a dvd player, so if you want to stop down at the movie rental shop in town sometime, I'm sure it won't be too bad." She didn't watch tv much, but he probably figured that was how she spent her days back in the city, so she shrugged.

"I'm gonna go check out my room." She said carelessly, turning to head down the hallway as Kevin nodded and turned to his right. The hall was lit by small lamps on either side, two doors visible down the short walk. She took the one to her right first, turning the brass handle to reveal a deep circular bathtub in the shape of a heart. She smiled slowly, walking in fully to see a toilet and an empty rack to it's right. On the opposite wall was the sink, small in size but a pretty red. The walls were a spotless white, creating a romantic touch against the otherwise dark red room and she sighed, looking forward to that night when she'd indulge herself in a bubble bath and relax.

In a slightly better mood, she closed the door and walked the few steps to the end of the hallway where another brown door existed. Opening it with ease, she looked around her room. It wasn't as presentable as the bathroom which looked ready to use, but was littered with cardboard boxes and suitcases that had been shipped there hours ago in which her aunt, living only a town away, had separated. She recognized the bed, hers, four tall posts with silk red hangings reaching the floor on the two sides not pushed up against the wall. It was made with her silk red comforter and black silk sheets, her sweet aunt's doing. She'd had to get them. If there was one thing she enjoyed, it was sleeping. And sleeping comfortably. The walls were a lighter chocolate brown, as was the squishy rug she felt as she slipped out of her flip flops. Silently she walked over to her bed and pulled back the curtains that consumed her large bed and fell onto it, turning her head into her pillow and smelling the smell of cigarettes and cologne from her guy and girl friends all sleeping on it after her goodbye party two nights before.

She missed them already. She'd missed Diablo and Desmond since they'd said their goodbyes. But they'd said they'd visit sooner than she thought, and the thought made her smile. Maybe they'd give this town a wake up call, and in doing so probably give the elderly all heart attacks.

"Lydia?" She heard Kevin call and she sat up slowly, sighing and walking over to her door.

"Yea?" She called opening it a crack.

"I'm gonna go down to the grocery store to pick up a few things. Do you want to come?" He asked from down the hallway.

She bit her lip. She had a lot to do. A lot to unpack and get ready for her first day of school tomorrow. "No." She called back, deciding it was best to get it all over and done with.

"Come on then." Her face scrunched in confusion and she shook her head. He must not have heard her correctly. She opened her mouth to tell him again but the beeping of his car horn made her mouth shut. Sighing she slipped on her flip flops; she had to pick up a few things anyways. Closing her door behind her she headed outside to her father's silver porsche and opened the passenger door, sinking comfortably into the black leather seats, not bothering to do up her seatbelt.

They headed down their road and she realised that they did live off of the main road, but they lived on their road alone. The town was as empty as it had been before as they drove past the various small shops, a few now with the Closed sign reading Open. The parking lot to the small grocery store, which wasn't as small as she had thought it would be, was littered by a few cars, none anything like the one she was riding in. They pulled up by the front of the brown building, and she wondered if brown was the new pink. She watched as Kevin turned off the ignition and opened his door as she stepped out and looked down at her clothes, or lack of.

She never dressed in really little clothes around her father, always having found that gross in some way, but today had been an exception having been hotter than she'd ever felt. Her jeans were form fitting, and rode low on her hips, revealing a small tattoo of a seven pointed star Diablo had taken her to get on her sixteenth birthday that her dad didn't seem to care about. Or know about. Her tanktop clung to her curvy waist, ending three inches above her jeans, showing a good amount of her flat belly. People would probably freak if an inch of skin was showing in this place, which made her wish she'd worn a leather miniskirt just for kicks. Chuckling she walked next to Kevin who passed an old lady and gave her a smile, eyes widening when they landed on her before she looked away and carted her groceries into her blue minivan.

She was surprised to find the doors were automatic, apparently having been replaced since the early 1900's, and stepped inside the hot store. "Where's the A.C.?" Someone yelled to her right and she glanced over as an old man in a blue work suit walked quickly past her with a wrench in one hand and a pair of tweezers in the other. Looking away from him she searched for the owner of the voice. A guy, appearing to be about the same age as her, was leaning over the only open counter talking to a middle aged woman, his back to her. Nice butt, she thought, chuckling to herself, and seeing as she couldn't see much else about him from the way he was positioned, she shrugged and turned away, walking over to where Kevin was grabbing a cart and tossing five heads of lettuce into it.

He didn't know what she ate, unless he looked at the room service bill when he recieved it at the end of every month, but she doubted he did. Money wasn't a thing for him. He didn't mind spending it, and spent it he did. He never really bought extra things for himself unless they benefited his work in one way or another, but left his bank account open to her to use, and gave her anything she wanted, which was barely anything. But when he spent money, he did so in large amounts.

She watched as he tossed two bags of carrots into the cart and pushed it ahead. "If you want anything particular, just drop it in. Okay?" He asked, turning to meet her eyes and she nodded with a small smile. "Okay." Walking over to the bags of pre-made salad she picked up five and he watched her as she dropped them into the cart, and saw a small smile fleet over his face and brighten his eyes before it was gone. Setting two bottles of italian dressing into the cart as well, she glanced around the store. The deli was just ahead, thank god. Without room service and the only restaurant being chinese, she knew she'd be preparing her own food, and she couldn't cook.

There appeared to be ten or so aisles to her right, the check out lines just before them. Shrugging for some odd reason, she hooked her thumbs into the belt hoops of her jeans and continued walking next to Kevin as he, seemingly loving vegetables like her, grabbed two heads of cabbage and a thing of broccoli. Apparently he could cook. Unless he was planning on eating raw cabbage. The idea made her grimace as she grabbed a tomato and three cucmbers and bagged them, placing them into the cart. She stood by, biting her lip as he ordered most of the lunch meat that looked edible enough. She blew her cheeks up with disgusted air at the sight of bologna sitting in the case with some red stuff imbedded in it. Letting out the air, she watched the cart fill up more.

"Is there going to be enough room in the fridge for all this?" She questioned and he turned to her, shrugging.

"You eat mostly vegetables, right?" He replied casually, strolling the cart down and she followed, her eyebrows drawn together in surprise.

"Yeah, I do." She nodded to him and he shrugged.

"So do I. I don't eat much meat other than sandwich meat. Do you?"

"No." She tucked her blonde hair behind her ears. "I guess we'll have room then."

She saw him nod, picking up three loaves of bread, and turning down the aisle. "Do you, um, need any feminine products?"

She almost choked on the air she was inhaling, and shook her head when he looked over at her, seeming to be as uncomfortable as she. She ran her hands over her face.

"I'm gonna go get some stuff to drink." She didn't wait for his "okay" but heard it as she walked away and down another aisle.

Wow, the first father-daughter embarrassing moment she'd ever experienced. And about feminine products.

Joy.

She walked down the way, passing cases of alcohol with a longingful sigh and instead opted for lemonade. Carrying the case she walked over to an open area with rows of ice cream and tv dinners. She scanned her eyes down the freezer doors until she found the whipped cream in the spray bottle and grabbed one. If she loved anything, it was whipped cream.

"Are you finding everything alright?" She heard a deep voice from behind her and thought, pervert. You didn't live in New York City for the better part of your life without being able to recognize a pervert when they were standing before you. Or behind you. Who actually just talks to random strangers in stores?

Without turning she rolled her eyes, considering getting a second can, biting her lip in thought before opening the door. "No. I have the whipped cream, but I can't find the strawberry flavored condoms anywhere." She replied smartly, tucking her second can under her arm and turning.

"I don't believe we carry strawberry flavored condoms, but we do have others at the front desk." Her eyes slowly lifted to the guy before her. Nice Butt was smiling fully at her, shaking his head and running a hand slowly through his hair. Now facing her she could see his face. He was definitely good looking, she mused, running her eyes over his face. He had a messy style of light brown hair, about three inches long. His eyes were a beautiful dark brown, dark chocolate brown, framed by dark lashes. She skimmed her eyes down his body. He looked to be fit. His brown polo shirt ended just over his not-too baggy jeans, and a pair of black skater shoes. She tilted her head to the side in thought and shifted her gaze to his eyes which were positioned on the small tattoo on her hip. His lips were slightly parted, but not in an offending manner. She watched as his eyes darted to hers and he let out a slow breath. She brushed past him without a second glance, not bothering to give him the benefit of the doubt. While gorgeous, prep wasn't her type. Pleasantville wasn't her type. And she wasn't in the mood for being stuck in an uncomfortable atmosphere.

She set the drink and whipped cream on the counter and watched as the middle aged woman cashed them out, Kevin handing her a hundred dollar bill. She licked her lips and glanced back to where he stood, eyes on her and a thoughtful expression on his face before he broke out into a full flegged grin and ran a hand through his hair, sending her a smile before disappearing down an aisle. Shaking her head she walked behind Kevin as they made their way out. A stream of cars pulled into the lot.

They must've beaten the church rush.