A/N: Sorry, for the delay in posting this. I was planning on posting this on the weekend, but my computer got a virus. This scene is from the beginning of chapter 12, "Just A Dream". In this scene, Natalie, her family, and Keith go to Natalie's grandmas. I originally was going to have them visit her in this chapter, but then I realized that introducing so many characters was going to take longer than a scene, and I had other events that needed to happen. So, I changed it to Natalie visiting her grandma towards the end of the story.

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Labor Day.

Natalie always loved this holiday. Every year she and her family would drive up to her grandma's in Michigan and stay for the weekend. It was nice to get away and spend some time with her grandma. She knew her grandma enjoyed it, too. Especially, since her grandpa passed away three years ago, making her seem just… lonely.

And, now, part of Natalie felt like she could almost relate to her grandma, at least to an extent. Since she, too, knew what it felt like to almost lose the person she loved. Granted, she hadn't lost him like her grandma had lost her grandpa, but still the horrible gut-wrenching pain and loneliness associated with realizing that Keith might leave her, gave her an insight into just what her grandma most likely felt.

Every Labor Day, Natalie and her family would leave early Friday morning, and get to her grandma's well before her aunts and uncles joined them. While they waited for them to arrive, they relaxed by the pool; then, towards dinner time the rest of her family would arrive, and they would have a barbeque. Night time was Natalie's favorite, though. Zach, Cynthia, and her always put up tents and camped out in the backyard. She couldn't remember a year she hadn't done it. Without this tradition, it just wouldn't seem like the end of summer.

Plus, Natalie was extremely excited to finally introduce Keith to some of her family.

They arrived around noon, and as soon as they did, everyone got ready to relax by the swimming pool. Natalie spent most of her time, tanning by the pool and reading, while watching Zach and Keith play tackle football. At one point, Keith had accidently fallen into the pool while trying to catch the football and Natalie had laughed for a good five minutes—that was until he came over to her and hugged her, getting her soaked.

It was nearing the afternoon when Natalie noticed Keith began to tire considerably. She had told him countless times to not overexert himself, but he, of course, hadn't listened. As much as she wanted to tell him to lie down, she figured he would take a nap if he really needed to.

She watched Keith and Zach play another game of football before Keith came and sat next to her, quite out of breath. They watched Cynthia do tricks off the diving board for a half hour, when Keith suddenly got up from where he had been sitting. "Where're you going?" she asked, shielding her eyes from the sun to glance at him.

"Bathroom," he said. "I'll be right back, okay?"

Natalie nodded, but got up and followed him inside anyways, wanting to check to see if her grandma needed any help preparing dinner.

"This looks really good," said Natalie, as she walked into the kitchen and glanced at the potato salad her grandma was making.

Ruth smiled at her and said, "Natalie, darling, you have gotten yourself quite a catch." Natalie swore she winked.

"Yes, I have." She glanced in the direction Keith had disappeared, before leaning close to her. "He's great, isn't he?" she whispered, as if this was a secret.

"He's wonderful," she admitted. She covered the potato salad she had finished making, and put it in the fridge, before grabbing a bunch of fruit and setting it on the counter. Natalie washed her hands, preparing to help her. While she grabbed a cutting board and began slicing peaches Ruth asked, "Is he all right? He's looking a little—"

"Exhausted?" prompted Natalie. Ruth nodded. "He is, I can tell," she sighed.

"How about we set him up in the guest room? He could take a nap," suggested Ruth as she grabbed a pineapple and began cutting it into small pieces.

Natalie shook her head adamantly. "He'll never agree to that. Maybe we'll be lucky and he'll pass out somewhere."

They both laughed at that, but at the sound of a loud crash, they stopped, glancing at each other with worried expressions, before rushing to where the sound had come from in the basement where Keith had disappeared to.

"Oh my god, Keith, what happened?" asked Natalie. He was on the ground, quickly picking up pieces of a broken vase. He looked up to them both his eyes shining with worry. "I'm really sorry," he started, glancing at Ruth, his eyes pleading for forgiveness. "I just ran- shit," he cursed, glancing down to his hands.

Natalie followed his gaze, and felt her heart stop at the blood. In his haste, a piece of glass had cut the palm of his left hand. "Oh, dear," said Ruth, running forward and quickly pulling Keith up. Natalie noticed he was a bit unsteady on his feet and that Ruth had to grab onto him to steady him. She proceeded to walk him into the bathroom.

Ruth immediately turned the cold water on, gently coaxing Keith's hand under it to stop the bleeding. "Keep your hand under there while I get some bandages. Luckily, it's not deep."

"What happened?" asked Natalie softly as she walked into the bathroom. Keith only shrugged, looking downright upset. "Keith?"

Finally, just when she was about to ask again, he glanced at her. "I just—I was walking and I don't know…I blacked out for a minute, which caused me to run into the table. It knocked the vase. I'm really sorry, I'll buy a new one," he stated, just as Ruth came walking back in carrying bandages.

"Don't be silly," soothed Ruth. "It was a rather ugly vase. Did me a favor."

"Blacked out?" asked Natalie, worry evident in her voice. "Keith, that doesn't sound too good."

"It was like a head rush or something," he stated quickly, trying to calm her down. "It's nothing. It's happened before."

"Why?" asked Natalie helping her grandma wrap some white bandage around Keith's hand.

"It's—I'm just tired," he admitted reluctantly. "It's fine."

"Have you eaten anything today?" asked Ruth, glancing into his eyes.

He lowered his gaze, looking like he was debating with himself on whether or not to tell the truth. "No, I-I don't think so," he reluctantly said.

"Why not?" wondered Natalie. There had been plenty of snacks; she wondered why he hadn't eaten any of them.

"It was all junk food. And I've been feeling kind of nauseous," he quietly admitted.

"You should have said something," said Ruth, looking upset. "I'm going to prepare you a bowl of fruit, you need to eat something. You also need to rest."

"You don't have to. I can get something to eat myself, honest. And I'm not really tired." he said adamantly, following Ruth out of the bathroom. Ruth stopped walking to stare intensely into Keith's eyes and at her look he stuttered out, "I'm not that tired."

Ruth rolled her eyes, and gently grabbing his arm, led him towards the couch. "It's no trouble. Now, you sit on the couch there, don't move, and I'll be right back with your food."

Keith waited until Ruth began to make her way up the stairs and turned to Natalie. "I'm really sorry." Suddenly, a thought occurred to him, and he stood up faster than Natalie had time to blink. "I should probably clean this up," said Keith, bending down to pick up the pieces of the vase.

"You will not!" screamed the voice of Ruth, causing Keith to jump.

"How did she hear me?" he whispered to Natalie as he sat back down on the couch next to her.

"She can hear everything," whispered Natalie back.

"Oh," he smirked, bending over and kissing Natalie. "I guess that means I can't kiss you…"

Keith's kisses caused Natalie's eyes to fluttered close, and she was about to push him on his back on the futon when she heard someone clearing their throat. "Gram," she said, quickly pulling away from Keith, blush rising on her face.

Ruth didn't say anything, only had a strange glint in her eye as she handed Keith a bowl of fruit. "Here you go, dear."

"Thanks," he smiled, taking the bowl from her. "You didn't have to."

"It was nothing. I'll just going to clean this up and then go back outside, come get me if you need anything."

It only took Ruth a few minute to clean up the broken vase. Once she left, Keith dug into his fruit, signaling how hungry he really was, while Natalie flipped through T.V. channels, before stopping at a movie. "I love this movie," she smiled.

Keith swallowed before giving a look of disgust at the television. "What movie is this?" he asked. "Looks like some cheesy romance crap."

"This," started Natalie, glaring at Keith so intensely he actually cowered into the back of the couch, "is The Notebook, and it is not cheesy. It's a beautiful amazing romantic movie."

"Never seen it," was all Keith said, before her continued to eat. "And I don't agree, it looks quite cheesy to me."

"For that comment, we are watching this!"

At this, Keith frowned. "Don't you want to go back outside?" he asked. "I'm almost done eating."

Natalie did want to go back outside, but she knew how tired he was, and figured if she subjected him to a movie he thought was 'some cheesy romance crap' he would fall asleep. "Can't we watch this?" she pouted.

He seemed to want to object, but as she pouted more, he said, as he placed his empty bowl on the floor, "All right, let's watch your movie."

Natalie smiled, leaning up against the back of the couch, hoping her plan would work.

And it did.

Not twenty minutes later, she felt a weight fall onto her shoulder. Gently, in hopes not to wake him, she moved Keith so his head was resting on her lap. Satisfied that he was comfortable, she resumed watching the movie.

Just as the movie ended, Natalie's Aunt Jackie walked into basement. "Natalie, I was looking all over for you," she whispered, seeing Keith asleep.

"Sorry," whispered Natalie back. "I'm kind of stuck," she said, indicating to Keith.

"I can see that. Keith?" she asked with a smile.

"Yup."

"How's he doing?"

Natalie shrugged. "He's doing fine; he's just tired. Who else is here?"

"Pretty much everyone. Dinner will be in about an hour."

"Darn, I should probably go say hi to everyone." Natalie glanced around the room, and spotted a tiny pillow on the recliner. "Hey, you think you could grab that pillow for me? I'm going to try to attempt to get up and not wake him."

Her aunt nodded, and grabbed the pillow. "Here, I'll help. Having three kids myself, I've got some talent."

Her aunt lifted Keith up just enough so Natalie could stand up and then placed the pillow underneath his head. They waited, under bated breath for him to wake up, but he only turned on his side, facing the back of the couch.

"Thanks," said Natalie. "My legs were getting really numb."

"No problem."

Natalie grabbed a blanket, threw it on top of him, and then bent down, giving him a kiss on the cheek, before following her aunt upstairs.

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