Disclaimer: I don't own National Treasure in any way.
A/N: I write when I'm stressed. Can you tell I'm stressed? lol well, you all wanted a sequel, here you go!
"We need to talk."
Four words. Four words that can basically be translated to: hey, -insert name- you're really great and all but, -insert cliché-, I just think -insert break up line-.
Bordering my twentieth birthday, things that happened almost two years ago made me think back to the time spent after finding the City of Gold. Riley and I had kept our relationship on the hush-hush until shit hit the fan-
But, I'm getting ahead of myself here.
In all my life, I had only had two boyfriends. Riley was my recent and Adam, my first. He was your typical high school sleazy jock, who, let's be honest, only went for me because I was another girl he hadn't scored with.
My grandmother had me on a very strict schedule which left me no life outside of school and home. I had etiquette training, and thank God the teacher was actually somewhat attractive otherwise I might have actually died of boredom with the lessons.
But, back to Adam. We would hang out during our lunch hour, (romantic, huh?) and mess around after school before my Grandmother would send for me at exactly 3:10. Yeah, it was that bad. Adam Johnson was blonde and green eyed. Perfect eye candy. He was lean and toned. Basically, the girls liked him (and his parent's money). Needless to say, he dumped me right after I'd told him that "boob town" was off limits. He didn't like that very much. On a lighter note, however, we stayed somewhat amicable toward each other before graduation.
Riley, however… Riley was his complete opposite. Blue eyes that made me spew poetic thoughts (mentally, of course) and messy brown hair that I absolutely loved to tangle my fingers in and yank on. He had a nice body, and was a full blown geek. Down to the glasses and the insane technologic IQ of maybe a zillion. There was only one thing about this insanely adorable man-
He was my father's best friend.
Now, before you get all grossed out, keep in mind I barely met my father Ben Gates almost two years ago and he's ten years Riley's senior
After the big drama that happened down in the City of Gold, Dad -oh yeah, I call him that now. Isn't it awesome?- Anyway, Dad, was unsurprisingly more suspicious of Riley and me. We tried to keep it a secret, we really did. It just so happens it's probably not a good idea to make out with your secret boyfriend in your new bedroom while you think your dad and his wife are out having dinner, because apparently you could forget that you saw his wallet ten minutes before he left sitting on his dresser and then you could also forget that your room door is open. Yeah, let's just say he went into Dad mode faster than you can say "Mr. Mom".
In all honesty, despite the fact I was hurt and heartbroken, I couldn't help but be unsurprised when Riley came to me the next day looking like he was standing under his own personal rain cloud.
He looked at me with those blue eyes that I loved so much…
"We need to talk."
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