This is a series of Randall and Beth's first. Everything from their first kiss to their first fight, with a few extra stories sprinkled in. I hope you enjoy.

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Randall hated parties. Not only did he not fit in, he had much more important things to do than be at a party with a bunch of drunken college students. He could be studying, working out; anything but this. But Kevin dragged him along, told him he needed to have some fun occasionally.

And that's how he found himself at the biggest Frat party on campus, surrounded by clouds of smoke and bubbles flying everywhere. "Kevin… I shouldn't be here. It's not my scene."

"Will you stop being such a stick in the mud?"

"I'm not a stick in the-"

"You are. You're a stick in the mud, a negative Nancy, a party shitter. All of that, loosen the hell up." Randall rolled his eyes and stuffed his hands into his jean pockets. How could he loosen up and have fun when he would much rather be in his dorm room reading?

It was a surprise that Kevin even invited him. It wasn't often that the two hung out, and he actually took pride in the fact that his brother wanted to spend some time with him or at the lease was concerned about him to a point.

The two headed to bar and Kevin got them both a glass of beer; Randall hated beer. He hated the smell, he hated the taste; he hated how it made people act. Like they had no self control, like they couldn't think. He took a small swig and put the bottle down, and as his eyes scanned the crowd they stopped.

He had never- literally never- seen anyone as beautiful as the girl standing about 50 feet from him. He smiled at the sight of her, at the thought of her. She had golden bright skin, her hair was in a mess of curls, but it was a gorgeous mess, she had on a large black TLC shirt, it was so big it went pass her thighs but stopped a few inches away from her knees, and with that she wore a large red plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The plaid shirt was a little longer than the t-shirt, and she wore combat boots, she had on fishnet stockings and lots and lots of black bracelets.

"Why are you smiling like an idiot?"

"What?"

"You're smiling like a dumbass." Kevin clarified. "What are you staring at?"

"Not what, who…"

"Okay, who are you staring at?"

"Her." Randall pointed to the girl and Kevin grinned,

"Damn," He laughed, "She's too far out of your league, let me have her-"

"NO!" Randall shouted and Kevin's eyes grew wide, "You have Sophie!" Kevin chuckled, that he did.

"Then go talk to her, playboy." Randall shook his head,

" I cant just… go talk to her. She's got people around her-"

"A girl like that is rarely ever alone." Kevin laughs taking a swig of his beer.

"I can't talk to her… I wouldn't know what to say."

"Walk over, introduce yourself, say hi. Simple, don't over think it."

"I can't-"

"You can. And if you don't I will, so I suggest you get moving." With that, Kevin gives him a small shove.

It seems like it takes forever to get to her, but when he's in front of her he realizes that he got there way too fast. "Hi," He shouts over the music, but he thinks he might have been too loud. She turns to him and now that he's closer he notices the small mole on her cheek, and the roundness of her nose, how big and chocolate brown her eyes were. Her lips curved into a curious smile, it was then that he noticed how plump her lips were. They were luscious and inviting and he just…

Damn.

She was patiently waiting for him to continue. Her arms were folded over her chest, that smile still painted on her lips. "Hi," he repeated and her smile got wider. She eyes him down, licking her lips and smirking,

"You already said that part," she gently reminded him.

"Oh right…" He feels hot under her gaze; she's literally making him sweat.

"So next you would tell me your name or ask me mines." Randall blushes at the amused smile she's giving him, like she's having too much fun with him right now. But when her friends start giggling and whispering behind her he starts to feel his cheeks heat up. His mind is racing; he's never done this before.

"I'm-I'm-"He gets caught up looking in her eyes, focusing on her full lips, the roundness of her nose… "Beautiful." He breathes. He sees a blush spread across her cheeks and she raises an eyebrow. He snaps his eyes shut and rubs his temples. "I mean, you're eyes are beautiful- I- No… I meant I'm Randall. My name is Randall-"He gulps. "You're-You're beautiful." He sees her tongue press against the inside of her cheek and she chuckles,

"I'm Beth actually. But thank you." He clears his throat,

"So, what brings you here?" He stutters and he mentally slaps himself. He sounds like a 40 year old man that just ran into one of his classmates from high school in the grocery store. Beth is still smirking at him.

"Tony invited me," She says nodding her head toward a tall, muscular guy in a football uniform.

"Is that your boyfriend?" He asks her with a worried expression, "I'm sorry, I didn't think you had a… but you're so pretty why wouldn't you have a-"Beth gently grabs his shirt and pulls him down so that her lips are close to his ear. She breathes on his neck, giving him goose bumps.

"I don't have a boyfriend." She whispers and lets him go. "He's just a friend. Barely that… we have English together." She shouts with a shrug.

"Oh, ok." He says, his nerves still getting the best of him. His palms are so sweaty and moist; he wipes them on the side of his pants. Her friends are rolling their eyes at him, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come over here." He tells Beth, "You were just so pretty and I wanted to talk to you, but I have no idea what I'm doing-"

"You're doing fine." Beth steps a little closer to him, pulling him back down to her height. "They're jealous." She says, "We can go talk outside if you want." She lets him go, her smile still there. He nods his head and Beth takes his hand, leading him outside of the frat house.

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He's a bundle of nerves right now, as Beth leads him to the back of the frat house. Once they're out on the porch Beth lets go of his hands and leans against the banister

"Do you flirt with all the pretty girls that you see at parties?" She asks with a smile, she has a pretty voice, the kind he could sit and listen to for hours. Randall freezes, he shakes his head quickly.

"No, no! I swear, I don't-"

"I'm kidding, calm down." Beth says watching him, "Truth is; it was nice. Being hit on in a sweet way. Most guys just come up and comment on my body."

"I-I'd never degrade you like that- i mean your body is-it's nice, really nice but I'd never say that- we'll i guess I just did but that's just because you know- your body- do you work out? Because if you did... it would be pretty obvious."

She raises her eyebrows, her lips forming into a closed lip smirk. Her eyes are curious but flattered; Randall has a certain dorky charm to him.

He's well put together, his red, grey and white plaid shirt-not only buttoned to his neck, but tucked into his well pressed jeans as well. Beth wasn't used to seeing men like him, where she was from guys like him didn't exist. They didn't button their shirts all the way up and you wouldn't catch anyone dead with anything tucked into their pants. No; the men where she was from sagged, and wore shirt 2 sizes too big. They wore doo rags and backwards and sideways caps and chains to their stomachs.

But she wasn't into men like that. She thought it was immature and juvenile.

Randall was built well though- 200 lbs of pure muscle, deep voice like the ocean, with a very clean face. She looked him over, he was handsome: chocolate brown skin and eyes to match. Broad shoulders and large muscles for his small frame.

Beth liked it. She liked him.

He's still rambling, trying to get his words right. "You talk a lot don't you?" Beth asks and Randall stops. She laughs, "I run when I have time." Beth smiles

"I talk when I'm nervous. And when I'm excited or happy. Or-" Randall pauses, "Yes, I do." This makes Beth giggle. She likes how nervous he is around her and how he's stumbling over his words. It brings her to an ease she's never felt with a guy before.

"What's your major?" Beth asks, even though she already has a clue.

"Mathematics"

"I'm not surprised." Beth smiles and so does Randall.

"I like football too." She raises both her eyebrows, a little surprised.

"Don't tell me you play?'"

"All high school." Randall says, "And karate… I was in karate up until last year."

"So you can break a board with your foot?" Randall smiles and nods "Are you a black belt?" He nods again. "That's pretty cool."

"What about you?"

"What do you want to know about me?"

"Everything." Randall breathes. Beth grins and Randall blushes once more. "We can start with your major."

"Graphic design right now."

"Right now? Why-"

"Hey Beth." Randall turns around to find Tony nodding smoothly at Beth. He approaches the two slowly, bumping Randall out of the way and grabbing onto Beth's waist. "Wassup?" Beth placed her hand on his chest and pushed him away.

"Nothing much," Beth answers shortly with a shrug of her shoulders. Tony reaches out, grabbing Beth by the waist once more and pulling her into him. "You enjoying yourself? You feeling the party?"

"It's okay." Randall watches from the sides, wondering if he should leave or not. He knew it was too good to be true; there was no way a girl like Beth would be into him. Not when she could have a guy like Tony. He was smooth talking and knew exactly what to say. He wasn't stumbling over his words or saying anything stupid. But he notices Beth push him away.

"I been watching you all night, girl. You look awfully fine."

"Mhm," Beth nods slowly, trying to figure out how to get rid of Tony. "Thanks, I guess."

"I was thinking you could come back to my room after this?" he steps closer again and she shakes her head, looking up at him.

"No chance." Beth says with a light chuckle, trying to lighten the mood, this time she uses two hands to push him away. Tony chuckles back, eyeing Beth up and down. He doesn't give up,

"How about I walk you back to your room then?" He smiles, this time his hand finding its way to the back of Beth's thigh. "I can keep you company." His hand slowly starts moving up…

"Tony," She says a little more firmly, pushing his hand away again. "Stop it. I'm good."

"C'mon. Why you playin'? What did you think I invited you here for?" Beth blinks,

"Just because you invite me to a party doesn't mean I'm automatically saying yes to having sex with you." Beth says crossing her arms. "I'm not playing anything with you, Tony. Leave me alone. Besides, I was talking to someone-"

"Right," Tony turns to Randall, "She's good from here poindexter, I've got this fine piece of ass," Tony pushes Randall away even further away.

"Hey man," Randall's says hesitantly, "That isn't any way to talk about her... her name is Beth."

"Is this dude serious right now?" Tony laughs, "I know how to handle my girl," he says pulling Beth to him again, "now I said to get lost-"

"I'm not your girl." This time when Beth tries to push him away but this time he won't loosen his grip. "Get off of me!"

"Nah, we ain't done talking-"

"Yeah, you are." Randall cuts in. "Man just let her go."

"Ain't nobody talking to you,"

"Let her go!" Randall says in a voice that scared even him. He does something that he's never done before, he pushes Tony, causing him to stumble back and let go of Beth. Once Tony regains his footing, there's a look of fire in his eyes but that's the same look Randall now has. The other boy is noticeably bigger than Randall, but he doesn't back down. He doesn't care. How dare someone put their hands on her? Randall stands up straight and gets his words together. "Leave her alone."

"You gonna fight me over her? This little tease-"

"Watch your mouth." Randall snarls.

Randall looks at Beth and back at Tony, "She already asked you to stop touching her. And to leave her alone. You seem hard of hearing so yeah-"

"Boy, I'll wipe this whole backyard with you!"

"Try it." They stare each other down, waiting for someone to make a move. Randall's fist are balled tightly, preparing to hit Tony if need be. But Beth steps between the two of them, pushing Randall away from Tony.

"You do realize that fighting is against the code of conduct? Anyone caught fighting at anytime will be expelled." She says, she takes hold of Randall's fist. "He's not worth it." She whispers to him. Randall takes his eyes away from Tony and looks at Beth for a minute,

"But you are." He says, Beth gives him a tiny blushing smile,

"C'mon... walk me back to my dorm?" She grabs onto Randall's arm, tugging him. "I said. Let's go." Randall looks at Beth and nods his head. He backs away from Tony, following Beth away from Tony.

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Their walk back to campus was quiet. But Beth hadn't let go of his arm, she held onto it tight, as if she couldn't get close enough to Randall. "I'm sorry." Randall finally speaks, "I should have thought that threw…"

"You don't have anything to be sorry for." Beth says softly, "Besides, it was… Brave, courageous; fearless, standing up for me like that. A lot of guys wouldn't have stepped to Tony; he is a senior football player. He kind of owns the campus." Randall laughs,

"He wasn't so big and bad." Beth smiles, giving Randall's arm a squeeze,

"Thank you… It was… heroic." Beth blushes, "Like you were my knight and shining armor or something." She holds on tighter, "Like my hero."

"I can be that. I can totally be that." Randall says a little too excitedly and Beth laughs,

"Do you ever calm down?" Randall shakes his head,

"No." He grins, "My dad always told me that women are made to be loved, handled gently… that the only time you should put your hands on a women is to make her feel good; make her feel alright." Randall clears his throat, "And to see him just… do that to you, and talk to you like that. It made me mad."

"I'm not going to lie; it was hot; seeing you so… fired up over me. Trying to protect me. But I'd never let you fight someone over me. " Randall grins,

"I think I'd fight the world for you."

"We just met."

"I know," He says, "So… aren't your friends going to wonder where you are?"

"Those girls weren't my friends." Beth laughs, "They were my roommate and some of her friends. She heard that Tony invited me and got all excited because he's a senior and all that so… she made me come to this party. I wanted to stay in my room and watch Fresh Prince." Randall nods,

"I didn't want to come either."

"Really?"

"Yeah… my brother is big on campus and he got invited… he made me come."

"So we both meet at a party that neither of us wanted to come to?"

"Seems like destiny." Beth nods with a bright smile, she can't stop smiling. "So… Fresh Prince…"

"The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air?" Randall doesn't answer, "With The Fresh Prince… Will smith. The rapper!"

"I'm sorry!" Randall says and Beth lets go of his arm to look at him.

"You really don't know who or what I'm talking about?" Randall shakes his head, "Okay… but you've seen Martin… Livin' singles… A different world?" Randall shakes his head.

"What!"

"I-I um-"

"I need an explanation. Fast."

"My family's white…" Randall shrugs; he didn't want to say that right away. Beth nods, confused.

"You're… adopted?"

"Yup."

"Oh… ok, I'm sorry."

"No, its fine, it's cool; they're cool… amazing, actually. Besides, I've never been much into TV." Randall lies, truth be told, he might have watched it more if he saw more of himself.

"You can't live a whole life and not see 'A different world'. That's basically why I'm here." She laughed. "And you haven't laughed until you've seen The Carlton dance, or seen Pam and Martin go at it." She laughs more, "So you have to come over sometime so we can get you caught up with some black television." They both laugh as they approach the steps of Beth's dorm. She pulls her keys out and smiles at Randall, "Thank you, again."

"It was nothing." He blushes, "Really… I'll never let someone put their hands on you." Beth blushes at that, her smile growing.

"Are you good at memorizing?" She asks and Randall nods, "487-9826" Randall mouths the numbers as she says them, "That's my number."

"487-9826" She nods, "487-9826"

"Call me when you get to your room. To let me know you got there. And then maybe we can set up our TV date." She says as she opens the door to her dorm, Randall cant help it; hes smiling from ear to ear.

"Okay,"

"Don't forget."

"I won't… 487-9826" He repeats.

"Bye Randall."

"Bye Beth." He watches as she disappears down a hallway and he turns on his heels and begins to run. "487-9826"