You're haunting me and I'm dwelling in dreams

The loud beep of the alarm was startling in the cold early morning. Killian stirred, but he could still feel the gentleness of the sea as it came and went, the salty freshness of the breeze, the yelling of men on a ship, and the alluring softness of a beautiful song. He tried to go back to that dreamland, he wanted to see her again, but as he felt more awake, her face filled with shadows. He pressed his hands to his eyes, trying to gather as much of her in his mind as he could, trying to imprint what he remembered into his eyes: her big green eyes, flowing like the sea where she danced, her lovely pink lips beaming at him, promising him kisses and freedom, her red fiery hair tickling his chest when he held her, her soft voice filling him with longing for a place he never knew.

He listened closely, trying to catch some of her song still lingering in his mind, her voice engaging and warm, like butterfly kisses over his chin. But all he could hear was the movements downstairs and the laughter and chatting next door.

He closed his eyes, and his hands went to his chest, scratching at his heart, trying to relieve the hurt he felt, like that dream girl was something his heart had wanted for a very long time now. He tried to remember the last part; her song died as she giggled, she was swimming around him; he had tried to grab her and kiss her, but just as she was getting away, teasing, the alarm had intruded his dream.

He opened his eyes and stared at the wall, trying to shake the feeling of yearning he felt. Ever since that new blonde got into town, he'd been having some weird dreams. Long red curls, a mermaid's temptation, a hooking voice that sang love songs to him. He felt like shit, his nights were long and turbulent, and he didn't rest at all. He was getting tired of chasing down an imaginary mermaid. He was old enough for all the fairy tale bullshit.

"Ki!" came Smee's shout from downstairs. He sighed and shook his head. No more mermaids and ships. He got out of bed and stretched, his muscles popping, his back arching, as he stared at the seaside, longing to get his board and catch some waves.

"Good morning sailor!" yelled Adella, one of the Trion sisters; she was watering the flowers and staring at his bare chest with unconcealed hunger. She winked and waved, and he rolled his eyes but winked back nonetheless. Mr. Trion was a very nice man indeed, he was quite serious as the headmaster of Storybrooke's high school, but his daughters were all out of control; loud, silly and flirty, they were very popular among Storybrooke's young men.

"Morning Adella, the sea is great today, don't you think?" he said politely.

"I sure do Killian, we should go swimming some time" she smirked. He just smiled and turned his back to his window. Those Trion girls were unrelenting, always flirting with him, but he tried to stay far away from them. What a mess with her father that would be.

"Dude, what the fuck are you waiting for?" Smee appeared in his bedroom and smacked his head.

"Man, don't get your panties in a twist. I'm coming already." he smacked his best friend's head and passed him on his way down. They lived in an apartment over their bar/restaurant "Neverland". He was the bartender and owner and Jeff Smee, his life-long best friend, was the cook. They'd chosen to stay on Storybrooke instead of leaving to college; if he was quite honest, he couldn't remember why he didn't want to leave Storybrooke, but there was something about the sea and this town he couldn't leave. He thought if his parents were alive, they would have been mad at his refusal to grow up. He didn't care. He'd rather stay young forever. "I just puked a little in my mouth." he said to himself at his own cheesy thought, but he smiled nonetheless.

"So we need more lobster, some crabs... People have been asking for some minnow and shrimp. And we need more José Cuervo, man." Smee finished checking his list and Killian grabbed his nets and his fishing gear.

"Wait, you're not going with me?" he stopped as Smee shook his head and grabbed a mop and a bucket.

"Ruby called, tomorrow she's throwing a welcoming party for that blonde chick. The new sheriff's assistant. Hot, snarky, wears red leather all the time. What's her name?"

"Emma Swan." Killian answered as he pondered on the possibility of a party and started calculating the guests, the food, the alcohol. "Ruby's coming? Then we definitely need a lot more booze."

Smee chuckled as Killian left the bar. He was loading the things on his truck, when he saw a shiny lime-green small car park in front of the Trion house and honk a few times. Loud pop music was coming from it, and he saw a leggy blonde, all curves and tight clothes, step out of it. She lifted her giant glittered glasses and smiled seductively at him. He smiled back, used to the female attention, but continued adjusting his board and finishing gear on the truck.

Before she could come closer and hit on him, the Trion door opened and the youngest kid, Ariel, came out, her hair a mess all over her face as she looked inside her bag for something. She looked up and smiled at the blonde. He tried to remember the blonde's name, he had seem together many times. Stella Bell, nicknamed Tinkerbell because of her voice; he remembered some boys talking about her assets in his restaurant. As Ariel searched her bag, her yellow lab escaped and ran towards him.

"Flounder no!" Ariel called after him, but it was no use. The pup was good-natured and a little bit clumsy, but he was cute. Killian kneeled and scratched behind his ears, as he wiggled his tail and barked playfully at him. Ariel ran after him but stopped, frozen, in front of him. He could see she was uncomfortable, she was that shy; the complete opposite of her sisters. He stood and Flounder went back to her and licked her hand.

"Morning, ladies." he greeted, but quickly got in his truck and left.

Ariel turned to her best friend, and rolled her eyes as Stella fanned herself after Killian left. She smacked Flounder's backside and he ran into the house as her sister Arista called him in.

"Good lord, that man's face should be illegal, he does things to me I didn't even consider possible." Stella said and Ariel just giggled at her friend's dirty mind and they got inside the car.

"Do hush now Tink, you sound just like my sisters. They're always making fools of themselves in front of him."

"Honey, with that face, that mouth and those abs, he's the hottest guy in this town. I don't even understand how you're immune to him." she alleged as she started the car and Ed Sheeran begged for a kiss and sang about falling in love. They both sang with him, their voices melodious and complementing each other beautifully. They had joked that when they left this small town, they would be singers together.

As they arrived to the school and Tink parked, a black Mustang parked next to them. Now it was Stella's chance to roll her eyes, but Ariel stared reproaching at her and Stella lifted her hands in surrender and mouthed "what", before getting out of the car.

"Good morning jackass." she addressed the fit boy in the leather jacket, white tee and ripped jeans, who was leaning on the car.

His blue eyes flashed angrily at her and he all but spat after her: "Glitter Barbie, how was the laxative this morning?" She glared back at him but ignored him and went into the building. Ariel scowled at him and he just shrugged and took her bag and her books.

"Morning babe." he trapped her between his body and the car and he lowered his head, but she just glowered at him, still mad at his insult to Stella. Undeterred, he sucked her neck and bit her, she gasped and he didn't stop until her skin was red and his mark was obvious.

"Eric! Jesus Christ, my dad works here, remember?" she scowled and looked angrily at him, but he just smirked and pressed himself against her.

"You're not glad to see me?" he questioned and nipped at her earlobe, until she sighed and nodded.

"I am, but please, no more hickeys okay?" she pleaded, and he kissed her on the lips finally. He grabbed her hand and they went to classes.

Eric Royal, one of the most popular boys in Storybrooke's high school, and Ariel Trion, the headmaster's daughter, were an odd couple. He was filthy rich and popular, a loud jock, a player, both on the soccer field and the social field. Ariel, on the other hand, was shy and nerdy; she loved books, antiques and animals, but hated everything that put her on the spotlight. However, that's how he had noticed her for the first time; she and Stella had sang on a school assembly; and he had sat there, mesmerized at her enthralling voice. The hot red hair and sexy mouth didn't hurt either. When he got to know her, she was sweet and innocent, and she flushed every time he talked to her or asked her out. He had felt such victory when she finally became his girlfriend, he was sure he'd be the first one to tap that.

As they walked hand in hand to class, Eric saw the Stella chick talking to Peter McLoser. He couldn't possibly remember his last name, but he knew he was friends with his girl and Glitter Barbie. He was a shy freckled dude, who played the piano and had ginger hair. He was positively useless, but what could he do if Ariel had bad taste in friends? Currently, she was smiling at him and talking about a recital she was planning with the children of Storybrooke's middle school.

"I have to ask Peter to help me with some songs, but we should be ready in a month."

"Babe, you know I don't really care about carrot face." he smirked back at some blonde chick who's talking to his friends. She was a cheerleader, one of Barbie's minions in the cheer squad. Hey, he's taken, but doesn't mean doesn't have needs. He's a man and while Ariel is gorgeous, she's not giving it up yet, so he has to look for it somewhere else. She frowned at him, but says nothing and lets go of his hand to go with her friends to class.

The day passed slowly and Ariel tried her hardest to focus on the teacher's explanation of a very complex chemical reaction, but she's tired and sleepy. Her nights have been extremely long, she had tried to soothe herself singing and writing a song she couldn't get out of her head. But the lyrics were elusive like a star that shows up only every other night, and she couldn't seem to finish the song. She rolls in her bed and she feels Flounder stir next to him, but she can't' seem to get enough sleep. When she did fell asleep, her dreams were plagued by sea storms and a purple sky covering everything as far as she could see. She dreamed of a man screaming her name, trying to reach her, but he's always late and the purple fog catched her first. Sometimes her dreamsweare not nightmares, and her mind conjured a tumble of a dark chuckle, a leather jacket in which she buries her face, a hook, and strong kisses in her neck, his scruff scratching her. But her dreams were never clear, this man was always faceless, voiceless and the waiting for this to stop was driving her mad.

She felt her cell phone vibrating and she took it out. A message from Tink said:

Wake up, sleeping beauty. The teacher is glaring at you.

She turned to the window, trying to ignore the teacher glower burning her. But her mind was far away, in dreams that won't let her be, in a man that doesn't exist, and this thing she couldn't solve. She was missing something and maybe that's why she couldn't stop dreaming about it. Very strange things were happening to her.

Maybe just very strange things were happening in Storybrooke.

A/N: This is just something AU I'm working on, but I really really need to know if you like it! So please review it, please please please! REVIEWWWW I BEG YOU! Haha please!