AN I was asked to write more on Eric and Bee, so here it is. I hope you like it.

10 years after the 1st summer, 4 years after my fan fic "Almost Perfect Summer", and 3 years after "The Only One"

Prologue:

If you're taking any interest in my life, you're either a women's soccer fanatic with too much time on your hands, or you know about the traveling pants. I'm guessing its the second one. You know how we met, so I'm gonna skip that part.

Its been ten years since Carmen bought the pants. We don't wear them much anymore. Tibby and Carmen wore them under their wedding dresses when they each got married (as their something blue). Tibby married Brian of course. Its been three years now. Carmen married win about ten months ago last August after he graduated medical school. Lena hasn't had all that much romance in her life. She was reunited with Paul at Carmen's wedding. There may be something there, but we'll just have to wait and see.

This is another Olympic year. My second Olympics. I hope I meet everybody's expectations, including my own. Eric and I still live together. He hasn't proposed yet, but I can feel it coming. Maybe it'll be the encore to the fantastic necklace he gave me four years ago. I cherish it. Eric has excellent taste.

Eric is the most perfect guy in the world, and I know he'll pop the question at the perfect time, when he feels its right.

I'm sure you're quite anxious to get on to this portion of my biography, so here it goes.

AN: In my fictional world, the Olympics are being held in Brazillia, Brazil.

"Hey Bee?" Eric knocked on the bathroom door.

Bridget poked her head out of the door, hiding the rest of her body, "Yeah?"

"Lets go out tonight. I know you have a game tomorrow, but didn't you say once that partying makes you play better?"

Bee blushed underneath her avocado mask, "How did you hear about that?" she questioned.

"I know all," Eric smiled mischievously. He changed his tone, "Diana told me."

Bee smiled.

"So are you up to it?" Eric asked.

"Yeah. Give me twenty minutes."

"Wear that red number you wore to my last birthday. I know you brought it in case you won, but anything worth doing is worth doing right. I'll even dance with you."

"You never dance."

"Yes I do."

"Ha! Once a year maybe."

"Just get dressed. I'll wear that shirt you think I look sexy in."

"You ALWAYS look sexy!"

Eric blushed slightly, "I'll be back," he left the hotel room.

Bridget found the red dress. It had a halter top, and was ankle length. A bit more classy than what she had worn to the victory dinner four years earlier. She brushed her teeth, and put her hair up. She applied her make up. Her lipstick was so red it matched the dress, and her eye shadow was a dark brown that contrasted her blue eyes. After strapping on her shoes, she was done in record time. 15 minutes to get all dolled up.

AN I hope you liked it. Please review! More in a few days.