A/N: I meant to get this out a L O N G time ago. The last day of August, actually. Cuz, you know, with the title and everything? Anyways, it took much longer than that. You should know that this is more serious than most of my fun-shots. But, I did have fun writing it in that tone. Contains a bit of angst, but not that much. At first, I was going to make this a one-shot, but it's veering towards a two-shot. Maybe a three-shot. Anywho, here's the prologue.

Inspiration brought to you by: WTK's song "August Is Over" and Gossip Girl's latest episode, The Treasure of Serena Madre.

Summary: -"We were careless hearts who got caught up in this."— Because life isn't a modern day fairytale. Liz/Preston. For Black Sheep Challenge.

Disclaimer: If you actually think I'm Ally Carter, then you need to see a therapist.

Say a prayer
The summer nights are dead
The fall is coming
We were careless hearts
Who got caught up in this

"So," she said, eyes lingering on the pavement that stood flat so many feet under her.

"So," he repeated, standing behind her, near the edge of the bed in the hotel room.

"August is over, you know." It was a statement. One proven by the days getting shorter, the nights emerging faster and the sun saying goodbye way too soon.

"Yeah." Preston nodded.

"What do we do now?" Liz wondered as she turned around, finally looking into his eyes.

"I guess… we just go back to our old lives." There was regret in his voice.

"I don't think I want to," Liz sighed.

Preston looked at her. "We have people to get back to. You have-"

"Jonas." Her sweetheart, and she couldn't face hurting him. She was, after all, the picture perfect girlfriend.

"And I have Macey." Another fact.

No shit. She wanted to say. But that wasn't so Liz-esque, now was it? It would be so much easier if she could just have him to herself. Wasn't there any way that she could could be with Jonas and Preston. But no. That wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

She replied, "Yeah." That word seemed to peek out in this conversation often.

"We can't disappoint them." He pointed out.

"So instead we're disappointing ourselves."

They looked at each other, wondering how they ever got caught in this situation. They didn't mean to bump into each other on a mission in France. They didn't want admit that they were lusting after one another. And they definitely didn't need to tell anyone that they had sex… many times.

A/N: Short, I know. That's because it's the prologue. So, what'd you think? Make sure to put it in a review. The more I get, the faster the first chapter will be up. And it's already halfway done. In other news, fun-shot #3 (The Naked Truth) has been posted. =)