First, Punk!Braeden AU. I don't mean hot pink mohawk punk, I mean, leather pants, Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, transfer student to Beacon Hills High, Cherry Bomb, "emancipated" teenager punk!Braeden. Who comes to class late, smokes cigarettes behind the school, drives a motorcycle or a 1970 Chevelle SS or something and sings Pat Benatar and the Runaways at the top of her lungs and you might think she's cool, and she might sound cool, and she might say she's cool, but she doesn't believe a word of her own bullshit and Muse B will learn how much of a hardass, mean-ass and anti-establishment she really isn't.
Second, Ballerina!Braeden AU. On her way to Juilliard to become a famous dancer on Broadway or some shit because that's the dream her parents have always had and told her she would have to have if she wanted to be a good daughter she has had since she was a little girl. Nevermind that she likes mathematics better and sort of liked tutoring other students in high school so much, she thought she might like to be a math teacher. That was just a phase. She really wants to be a ballerina. Until she meets Muse B. Who isn't some punk kid, rebellious upstart that shakes up her "innocent, delicate flower" life. No, he's just this swing dancing asshole that kind of really likes slinging her around for that one joint performance they did. Because for once she has to give up all her control and trust somebody not to let her fall, and she's gonna learn to trust him whether she likes it or not, or he's not gonna let her down. And maybe he thinks she's pretty. And maybe she'd think he was attractive too if he wasn't such an ass.
