Treasure You, Treasure Me
By LanceSkoggle
Disclaimer/Note: This is set right at the end of the events in National Treasure: The Book of Secrets. Spoilers are possible. This will later become slash (Riley/OC) and has slight sexual material of different kinds. And I do not own National Treasure or Apple or Ferrari, nor do I have any affiliation with Disney or its many subsidiaries, if I did, I would be rich. And probably not writing. I hope you enjoy this. Read and Review.
UPDATE: I have fixed some errors & made some wording adjustments on this chapter before going onto the next one.
Chapter One
Of Crazy Girls and Mystery Men
Riley sat up, taking in his surroundings. He scanned the room, trying to figure out exactly where he was. He noticed a few things: the window with the funny sheer curtains draped elegantly around a white frame, the funny flower wallpaper that surrounded the rather feminine room, some picture frames, a lamp, a chest drawer. Sitting up, he felt the sheets tug against him as if there were something holding him back. He looked to his left, and there was that girl he had met the other night. It was the one he signed her book. And she was naked.
Oh God.
Riley pulled the sheets off of him and rushed to the bathroom, feeling sick and queasy in his stomach. He felt the breeze tug at his own bare skin, and then he remembered that the location of the bathroom was unknown to him. He fumbled around, trying to look, and then a god-awful headache hit him like a freight train. He was sweating, and he had no clue where he was, what he had done the night before, or what the hell had happened. Wrapped up in his confusion, he forgot that he was feeling rather queasy, and proceeded to vomit all over the soft, white carpet. Coughing and choking, he felt as if his entire organs were spewing out of him like it was the modern electronic consumer and he was the Microsoft corporation. It was disgusting.
He then heard a groan. "Are you okay?"
"No, just vomiting my brains out over here," coughed Riley. "All over your lovely white carpet."
"Oh, it's not mine, it's my parents," she stated, sitting up and looking at Riley with a very strange smile.
Riley stopped for a beat. "Your—parents?" Oh God, this is the worst thing that could ever happen, Riley thought.
"Yeah, this is their room," she said casually. As if were no big deal. Riley could not even imagine the ramifications of what was going on at this point.
"Their room… what are we… where are we… what the hell happened last night?"
She proceeded to appear offended. "Um. We had sex. And you were drunk as fuck, and well, I can't say I was sober," she offered.
"God, listen I'm sorry, I," he attempted to explain.
"No, no apology necessary. I liked it. And as far as I can remember, you liked it too."
This was so weird. So. So weird. And so utterly disappointing. In fact, every sexual encounter Riley had seemed to be disappointing. He was either, like in this case, too plastered to remember, or it so awful that he did not even make it all the way through. Either way, he always seemed to feel as if he was a bit of a let down.
"Well, that's good, I'm, uh," Riley awkwardly stated, "so, the vomit?"
"Don't worry about it," she assured him, getting up off the bed, "the maid will get it later."
The maid will get it later. How reassuring. Still, she seemed to be okay with it, so he did as was instructed, and ceased to stress. Then he realized once again he was naked.
"So where are my clothes?" he asked, laughing a little, but mainly feeling awkward.
She was proceeding to slip a robe on herself, and then Riley remembered that her name was all of a sudden unknown to him.
"And what's your name?"
At this she stopped dead cold in her tracks. She paused for a moment and then began to shriek. "You don't remember my name? You screamed it like twenty times last night!"
Oh God. He had pissed her off. This was defiantly on the side things that were not good. "I'm sorry! I thought, I mean, I really don't remember anything right now."
And then there was a shirt and boxers flown in his face.
"Get out."
Did he just hear her right? Did she really just say get out?
"What?" he asked, confused.
"Get out. Get your things and leave."
She began shrieking again, and left the room. "Oh, and my name is Girl You Will Never Fuck Again, just for your information!" she yelled from outside.
Damn. What a freak. And what was sad was, Riley could not remember if she was just simply a freak, or if she happened to be a freak under the sheets as well. He slipped his shirt and boxers on, found the rest of his clothing, and headed out the door.
Later, when he had stepped outside and located a Ferrari outside (tax free, by the way) with a note from the President himself, he jumped for joy and accidentally reversed, slamming into the back of someone's car. Damn it.
He looked around, and saw that no one had particularly noticed, so he contemplated driving off for a moment. He finally realized that his car still was not an automatic, and he corrected his gear, and drove off.
While he was driving he was contemplating what had just happened, and what that girl's deal was. He had no clue, for sure, but was certain that someone did. And he also was contemplating what her name really was. She was cute, no doubt, but she also was probably crazy. But there was obviously no use in staying, because if he had stayed he might very well just die. Or something.
So what was he going to do?
He thought of everything he could possibly do right now. Because hey, he was now rich again, and had a book that was selling out the wazoo, so really, he could go do anything. He could go visit Ben, not that he wanted to see his face right now. He again, really got the girl. Again.
He could go wander the streets of town, attracting a large number of females who saw his picture in the book, or in the news and decided that he was of interest. But that thought was fleeting as he realized he wanted little to no attention. So he decided he would go somewhere quiet for a bit. Not his house though, that was still being worked on. He decided to go to the park.
His own personal spot. He enjoyed this part of the park, it was somehow the most relaxing place on the planet, so peaceful, but so musing at the same time. He sat on a bench, his favorite bench, and looked out at his car, which was damaged just a bit in the back (it was tax free, so who cares?), and he took out his laptop, and began idly looking through his computer. He looked at the wonder that was the Mac Book, and just was comforted by the fact it was there with him. He found his computer charming, and yet, irresistibly distracting. Like to what had just happened.
Oh God, what had he done?
On the one hand, he could have set someone over the edge, like that girl, but on the other hand, he could have—he was suddenly distracted from his thoughts by the sound of footsteps. And the sound of words.
"I love you too," he heard a familiar voice admit, which really pissed him off considering what had just happened, albeit had nothing to do with love. He looked up, and it was a man on his cell phone. A man he knew.
It was Jon. Oh shit.