So sleepy…making this note quick.

Sara and Greg are 4 years apart. I KNOW! Needed them closer. Everything in this location wise is legit…I grew up in the SF Bay Area, so I know. Thank you for reading! Night! Oh, and this will be long…prepare thyself.

Kathyrene

"Mom!"

"Gregory Sanders, you are too old to be complaining. You will be civilized."

"How can I be civilized when your bringing in some weird foster kid?"

"Greg, she's 16, just like you. I'm sure you'll get along just fine. Now, when she gets here, I want you to show her around. You can use my car, if you like." I continue to sulk. Usually, the chance to drive makes me bounce up and down. Not today. How can I be happy when some weird person is coming to live with me? I walk up to my room and pick up a book. Flopping on my stomach, I immerse myself into the world of DNA for the next hour.

"GREG! SHE'S HERE!" I groan. Great, a stupid foster kid! Let's throw a party! I stomp down the stairs and into the living room. My eyes widen when I see the girl standing next to my father. This can't be my new foster sister. my new foster sister is supposed to be geeky, ugly, jerky. This girl…she's nothing like that.

"Greg, meet Sara Sidle." Sara. What a pretty name. For a pretty girl. Sara Sidle is exactly my height, and I'm pretty tall. She has curls that hit her chest, and beautiful brown eyes. Wow.

"Nice to meet you, Greg Sanders." She says, and sticks her hand out. I subtly dry my sweaty hands before meeting it. I wonder if she feels as nervous as I do.

"Greg will show you around. You guys have permission to go out tonight." She nods a little as my mother says that. She looks at me and lets out a big, mischievous grin. I have the feeling I'm not going to mind living with Sara Sidle. My mom leads her into the guest bedroom that will now be hers. Sara emerges once again, holding up a pair of keys. I smile, and we duck out of the house.

"One thing you should know about me: I always drive." She says, and climbs into the drivers seat. It's 9'o clock in San Francisco. From our house in Sea Cliff, the rich community of San Fran, the moon shines on the ocean.

"Do you know where your going?" I say once she starts to drive.

"No idea." She smiles a little. "Where do you want to go?"

"Depends on how long we have."

"We have to be back by 8am." I feel my eyes widen.

"Seriously?"

"I'm a good negotiator. So, where do you want to go?"

"How about we just drive?"

"I'm game." I smile at her. Her eyes glow in the moonlight, her smile blinding.

"Okay, let's play a get to know you game." She glances at me, confused and amused. "You know, those games you played on the first day of school?" She laughs. I like her laugh.

"Alright, do you know any?"

"No." She laughs again.

"What about truth or dar? That kind of is a get to know you game."

"Okay, then, Mrs. Sidle, Truth or Dare?" I ask her as she fly onto the Golden Gate Bridge.

"Umm…Dare."

"I dare you to…eat this." I say, putting a half full cup of green liquid in front of her face.

"What is that?"

"Seaweed, olive oil, and zucchini. My mom says it's good for you." I except for her to scream and protest. She doesn't. Instead, she downs it in one gulp, wrinkling her nose slightly. She puts it down, smiling tightly. "Why are you smiling?"

"Supreses the gag reflex." I laugh. "Okay, Mr. Sanders, Truth or Dare?" She asks me, taking exit 60, which leads onto the windy hills of Mill Valley and eventually hits Stinson Beach.

"Truth."

"Wimp. How much hair gel did that take?" She says, gesturing to my spiky hair.

"None. It's natural."

"I doubt that." She says, and she run her fingers through it. I shiver. "Wow, it's actually natural?"

"Told you so!" She laughs and parks in the empty Stinson Beach parking lot. She turns off the car and opens her door. I follow the suit. She grabs my hand and leads me to the ocean edge. We take of our shoes, letting the freezing cold water touch out toes. "Alright, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare."

"Dare you to kiss me."

"I thought you'd never ask." She moves a step closer to me, planting her lips on mine. Seconds later, we fall into the water. Emerging, we laugh and lean in again. She taste like salt water. And I don't think about the hypothermia I'm contracting, the freezing cold air, all I think about is how good her lips feel on mine