Here's a little one shot.

She had seen him walking down the block one day, wearing regular clothes, oblivious to the fact that she was totally staring at him (thank goodness). He was definitely hot- light brown hair, gorgeous blue eyes that rivaled that of the sky, great body...

And then she noticed he lived right next door. She immediately began to think of excuses to talk to him, all of them seemingly lame as hell. She glanced over occasionally, just happening to be at the same time he had his shirt off. She couldn't help but admire him. He had to be perfect. So why was he seemingly unattached?

Talk to him, her conscience egged. Go on. The worst he'll do is look at you. Talk to him.She walked out to the gate and leaned over. "Hi."

He looked at her, his blue, blue eyes staring into hers. "Hey. How's it going?"

"Not too bad. You?" Okay, this was going smoothly.

"I'm all right. Hey, listen, are you a hockey fan?"

For you, I could be. "Uh... not really. But my dad is."

"Oh, that's too bad. I've been cast in a hockey movie. Miracle. It's about the-"

"1980 U.S. Olympic team? Just a wild guess."

"You've heard of it?"

"Yeah. My dad was talking about it a couple of weeks ago."

"Oh. Well... they're filming it nearby. And I was just wondering if you wanted to come by. Maybe they'll choose you as an extra."

"Really?" Maybe your girlfriend, that would be good...

"Yeah. And... maybe afterward we could grab something to eat?"

"Um.. yeah, sure."

"It's tomorrow at noon. I'll meet you there, okay?"

"I'll be there." I'll definitely be there.

He smiled and went inside. She sighed and twirled happily. She, Trish Sutton, was going to meet up with Eric Kaiser. How lucky could one girl get?

She was in love.

A few months later…

They had been seeing each other casually for a while. He was sweet, sexy, adorable, honest and so interesting... he was really shy too sometimes, about certain things... but Trish found him absolutely amazing.

She opened her door to find him there, a sweet smile on his face, bouquet in his hands. "Happy one-month anniversary!" he exclaimed.

"One month?" she asked.

"Yeah. Why, it's felt quicker, right?"

"Yeah... and..."

"Wow, you're shocked. A guy actually remembers things like this, you know." He hugged her. She wanted to melt forever in that embrace, but she just stood back and let him in.

"I should... put those in water..." she said, dazedly taking the flowers.

"Trish, you okay?" Eric asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine... it's just... I don't understand."

"Don't understand?"

"You were... serious about this?" She looked at him in question.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know, it's just... we haven't even kissed, and I just... I always felt like you weren't too interested in me..."

"Trish... how could you say that?" he asked, obviously hurt. "I... I've liked you forever, I finally get your attention... I see you for a month, got all ready for tonight..." he indicated his clothes, dark jeans with a blue shirt that set his eyes off perfectly- "and I find that you never took this seriously. And all this time I thought I was in love..."

He looked down, and Trish felt herself melt. All of a sudden she wanted to kill herself. How could she mess it up?

"Eric..." she whispered, dropping the flowers.

"No," he answered. "It's okay."

"No, it's not. Because I've been in love with you since I first saw you."

And with that, she reached up and kissed him powerfully, hesitant tears mingling with his, angry at herself for all of her stupidity. She pulled him down onto the couch, never breaking the kiss. She needed to make up for it.

As they kissed a John Lennon song played on her radio.

If I fell in love with you
Would you promise to be true
And help me understand
Cause I've been in love before
And I've found that love was more
Than just holding hands...

So it ends!