Disclaimer : Neither Ranger nor Steph is mine, although if Ranger were real, I would so have kidnapped him by now. Hey, if you were nice enough, I might even have shared. /

I'm writing a few one-shots right now, just to get inspiration for a longer-chapter story. This is just to take up a lil time and let me think.. and get me back to writing again / so please, bare with me.. and Constructive Criticism and Reviews are Strongly Welcomed! If you want to flame, please do not make grammatical errors, because that is just something that ticks my ticker. If you know what I mean. So, here we go!

By the way. The beginning of the story talks about God and how Steph believes he's giving her a hard time. If you're easily offended by people blaming things on God, then I suggest you skip down a bit. :)

Okay, so maybe I accidentally blow up every other car I drive. Maybe I get shot at, stalked, and thrown in dumpsters and placed into other various embarrassing positions on a daily basis. Maybe I'm famous for blowing up the funeral home, and my nickname is Bombshell. None of that is my fault!

God did not seem to agree with me, however. Nope, nuh uh. Not in the slightest. Because, see, if God loved me, then he would not have me sitting here on the side of the road, my arms crossed, with a cell phone with absolutely no signal at five past midnight. My problem? My car had to run out of gas.

My fricken' CAR! How many fricken' people had that much fricken' bad luck that they can't even fricken' drive to a fricken' store to get a pint of Ben and FRICKEN' Jerry's without their fricken' foreign peice of junk car running out of fricken' 3-dollars-a-gallon gasoline.

FRICK.

I blamed God.

I pulled out my cell phone and attempted, once again, to call Ranger's cell phone.

Zilch.

Nada.

"Dammit."

I realized that I was going to have to get out and walk before I would be able to get a signal.

Screw that, then.

"Why is it always me?" I groaned, banging my head on the steering wheel. "If it's not psychos, it's bullets, and if it's not bullets, it's bombs.." I realized that I was talking to myself, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Then, I realized I had to pee like a race horse.

I sat there for about ten more minutes, then I couldn't hold it any longer. I slammed my car door shut, walked over behind a tree on the side of the road, and looked around at the deserted area. Nobody had driven past me ever since I decided to be sooo wise and take this "short cut", so I really didn't have anything to worry about.

Or so I thought.

So I was squattin' there, doing my business, when suddenly this pair of bright ass headlights is shining right at me.

"Fuck!" I jumped up and zipped my pants quickly, then turned..

and hit a wall of Rangerness.

"Shit, damn, ouch." I swore as he pulled me up, his lips twitching.

"Do I want to ask?" He took my arm and led me to the passenger side of his truck. He then circled around and got in on the driver's side.

"How did you-"

"GPS." He still looked amused.

"How much did you-"

Now he let out a burst of laughter.

"Babe."

My face burned. I knew that he had seen me.. doing my.. well, taking care of my bladder problem. Thing. ish.

"WHY DO YOU HATE ME?" I yelled, throwing my hands into the air. I glared at the roof of his truck.

"Babe?"

"God," I explained. "He ha-" A thought dawned on me. The whole reason I had been out at night to begin with -- the cause of my troubles -- had been left behind.

"Oh my God, Ranger, turn around. Now."

"No."

"My Ben and Jerry's, Ranger! I went through all this to get it, dammit I want my ice cream!" I realized that I was acting like a cheerleader on steriods, but this was a crucial matter at hand. Life or death.

Ranger shot me a sideways glance, probably either determining how mentally stable I was or whether or not I was going to start crying. And I was close to crying, too, by the time he finally made a U-Turn and headed back to my car.

I let out a sigh of relief as I found my Ben and Jerry's un-melted and still cold. I dug around until I found a spoon, then jumped back in Ranger's truck. I began to eat away in bliss.

"Your place or mine?" He asked me. I did not reply. I was too busy licking off the spoon.

I felt his eyes on me. I looked over in time to see them darken. I was in mid-lick. I carefully put the spoon down and smiled tenatively.

"Mine," he said, his voice low,rough, and downright sexy. But then, when wasn't he sexy?

We drove in silence until we got to the garage, where Ranger killed the engine. I moved to get out when I felt hands pulling me over to him. Before I knew it, his tongue was in my mouth, and I was enjoying every second of it. His hands roamed, until he caused me to gasp and moan softly.

"Shit, Babe."

He pulled away, but before I knew it, he had the passenger door open, practically dragging me to the elevator. His mouth attacked mine again while we were going up, and he did not even pause when we got to the seventh floor.

Before I knew it, I was on his bed, and he was on me. He was steadily removing our articles of clothing, when I gasped.

"Shit!"

"Babe?"

"My Ben and Jerry's!"

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