Very important! This is almost the same story that I started a couple months ago but since the time that I started, I've become a much better writer and have decided to re-write the entire thing. I hope you enjoy this story much more than the last, I know I do.

-Mae

Tina's House—9:43 p.m.

"So… do you want to get out of here?" Greg asked in reaction to the sudden emptiness of the house now that Kiersten had gone and Riley and Nick seemed on their way out.

Emma gave no initial response. She pondered where the night would end up, and exactly how she'd feel about herself when the morning came. She told herself that she was done with 'one-night-stands' since they only left you broken and used. In Greg's eyes her face was blank and unreadable.

Finally when she came back to reality having decided on whether or not to go. Greg perked up. "Sure, let's go." Emma said with a slight undertone of enthusiasm.

Greg picked up on the interest in Emma's voice and felt glad that he might have a chance at getting a relationship out of this brief encounter, if everything went right that is.

Greg smiled unknowingly. The corners of his mouth wrinkled, pulling into a boyish grin; thoughtless and sweet.

Emma giggled under her breath and smiled to herself. She waited there on the edge of the couch for Greg to make a gesture to signal their exit but there was none. Greg was too stunned that someone had finally shown interest in him and was lost in his happiness. Emma cleared her throat softly in an attempt to try and wake him from his trance.

"Oh! Oh, okay! Umm, I hate to say this but I didn't bring my car with me." Greg's smile faded as his eyes fell in slight embarrassment.

Emma looked slightly confused, "Then how did you get here exactly?"

"Well, you saw me walk in with Nick and Warrick right? Well, I got picked up because of Warrick's situation with Tina. So in being picked up I left my own car at home. Shit that reminds me, I forgot to role up the windows!"

"Then we better get out of here." Emma hinted subliminally having her own intentions in mind as well. She was ready to get out of here and get to know him more in private but he obviously wasn't quite getting the hint. Greg paused for a moment, thinking.

"Okay, so can we take your car?" Greg asked, concerned at her reaction. He didn't want her to think that he was selfish, but really did need to get back to his car.

"Yeah, I've got the keys right here. Only one thing…" Emma began to say. Greg's face twitched a little, readying himself for bad news, "I can't navigate at all. You'll have to drive." Emma finished.

"Oh, okay. That's no problem." He reached his hand out in a gesture for her to give him the keys but Emma grabbed it instead and jumped up, running for the door.

"Uh…" was all that escaped Greg's mouth.

Emma was unaware that he had said anything. She was excited, having been hearing the torrential rain outside. She couldn't wait to run through it.

She kept a firm but gentle grasp on Greg's hand as they made a run for the door. Nick and Riley were standing in the hallway not really noticing anything.

"Bye Ry! I'll call you!" Emma called back to Riley as she swept past her in pursuit of the front door. Nick looked confused. "Uh…" was all that escaped his lips before Riley smothered it with a tantalizing kiss.

"Don't ask questions." She said and stared up into his chocolate eyes.

They had finally reached the threshold, the portal to which they would escape into the cascading rain. It came in droves, and pounded hard on the surfaces that it hit. The rain had a forgiving quality; it would wash away your sins without question and lather you in innocence. It had a mysterious quality as well. From looking straight at it you could not see through it, it was a wall of water that obscured your view and hope of seeing into the other side. When stepping through it, you had to have faith that the rain would keep you safe between its droplets and surround you in a watery shield.

They both stood, looking out through the door. Emma had an absent smile on her face having gotten lost in the thought of the rain. She loved the rain, more than most other things. She felt freedom in it, love in it, and safety in it. It was like her second home. She had only stuck her foot out the door a couple inches before Greg squeezed her hand and brought her back to reality.

"Wait! I need the keys!" Greg reminded her. She felt so foolish, but inwardly disappointed that she wouldn't be able to spend more time in the rain, even if it was rummaging for her car keys, she loved the rain. She enjoyed the feeling of it trickling down her skin, the renewed sensation she felt as she danced in it, almost reborn to the world.

She fumbled within her jeans pockets to emerge with the large and clunky keys to the '89 Toyota MR2. Not being able to afford much else, she took pride in her little car. It still had life to it, spunk and vigor even through its age. She loved it. Reluctantly, she placed the keys in Greg's outstretched hand, meanwhile keeping a firm grip on the other one. She was not going to let him back out or slip through her fingers. She had felt a connection while they talked and she wanted to explore that connection, thoroughly and intimately.

After handing the keys over, Emma gripped Greg's hand a little tighter. He looked down at their hands clasped, hers molded into the palm of his. He squeezed hers gently and she looked at him playfully almost daring him, to do what he wasn't sure. Her eyes shifted from the rain back to his, indicating that now was the time. He gave a slight nod and a soft smile, the soft wrinkles returning to the corners of his mouth. His eyes moved back to the rain, scrutinizing it and anticipating its cold feel against his skin, his drenched clothing stuck to him, the thought of being in the rain with Emma. He loved it.

Emma took the first step, Greg not far behind. They were instantly drenched. Their clothes clung to their skin, tight and restricting movement. Emma's curly hair dripped into her face. She laughed and danced, never once letting go of Greg's hand. He loved to watch her. She had an angelic quality in the rain, a glow about her that was rare and exceptional. He smiled, seeing her perform for a non-existent audience. She moved graciously through the pelting droplets of cold rain. She smiled, her face turned skyward as she twirled and twisted loving each moment.

She looked over at him, her eyes greener than ever. They burned through him with their intensity. She looked sultry and luscious in her wet clothing and hair, enticing and tantalizing as she stepped toward him alluringly. Droplets ran down her freckled cheeks, her hair curling around her face. Her long lashes were gleaming and her hands were cold. She was beautiful.

Greg didn't know how to react. He hadn't experienced this before. He had never known anything like it. He just looked back and smiled just as irresistibly. Emma wrapped her arms over his shoulders locking her eyes with is. His deep brown irises looked down upon her deeply, having certain sadness to them. She stood on tiptoe, using her hands as leverage.

Slowly, she moved in. Both their eyes began to close, her lips connecting with his lightly, leaving him wanting more. She pulled back only millimeters and returned, her mouth hot and skilled on his. He kissed her back passionately, his mind going blank as his hands searched her female figure. He backed her against her car, leaning her back gently but sustaining the kiss.

Emma's own mind had gone blank. The only thing she felt was his sweet taste, his soft lips and his passion. She kept her hands on his broad shoulders knowing that he had moved his own hands to her jaw, resonating there cold and soft.

They broke apart, both panting softly. His lips remained parted, only slightly. She stared up into his dark, bottomless eyes. She placed her hand softly against his cheek and smiled endearingly. This wasn't what she expected. The silence was infinite but comfortable. It resonated within their gaze, a contented stillness that made time stop.

Emma finally broke their gaze, reaching up to run her hand back through his sopping wet hair. She laughed when it splattered her with droplets as it sprung back at her and Greg laughed too, just by looking at her smiling face. This could just possibly be what he had been looking for.

Their eyes met again, as he slowly released her from the side of the car. She kept his hand in hers, but looser now. Their fingers lightly intertwined. She smiled standing it front of him as he smiled back sweetly.

"So about going back you your apartment?"

A/N: I need to tell you this! It's urgent that you read this if you like this book so far! I have just recently (meaning 1 days ago) overhauled this chapter entirely. I still have yet to do that for the later chapters. Please wait while I get chapter 2 up before you keep reading or else you will probably be incredibly disappointed, my writing from when I started is not as good as my writing as of now! Please wait until I put the next chapters up before reading on, thank you!