Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters besides Laura, Kayla and Steven.

Summery: Just as Laura's trying to get through her last year in high school and forgetting about her ex boyfriend Steven, she goes job hunting for anything. Desperate for a job, she's hired as the second Night Guard at the Museum of Natural History. Working along side of Larry as history comes to life each night, she finds herself falling for Larry...and someone else. But only one of them ends up feelings the same way for her. Will she end up breaking from her heartbreak and let herself be happy once again while trying to help Larry keep peace and order in the museum?

A/N: I made a forum a few days ago called Favorite Fanfiction Pairings where you can talk about your favorite movie/book/tv show/musical/game pairings. Feel free to talk about your favorite pairing! It's what it's made for! And now let's talk about this chapter. Okay. So now the romance is beginning to...well, be there. So yeah. If anything in the past three chapters seemed like romance to you, than huzzah for that. :) Alright. So bring on the drama!

Chapter Four ~ Memories

I sighed as I focused on one of the statues in Ahkmenrah's tomb/room and within twenty minutes, I had the outline all done and perfected. Now I was going to go in and add detail. Last would be the shading. The dulled lights in the room were actually making things easier.

Then I heard footsteps. Not bothering to stop what I was doing, I ignored whoever it was. "That's really good, Laura," I heard a familiar voice say in a thick British accent. Knowing that it was Ahkmenrah, I stopped and looked at him, saying a murmured 'thanks' as I soon went back.

"So...you are an artist?" he asked me in an amazed tone.

Being that I somehow felt highly flattered, I stopped once more, feeling a small smile creep up on my face. Forcing it away, I looked up at him with a straight face and nodded my head. "Something to pass the time," I said as I sat my pencil aside.

"Might I see your other work?" he then asked me. His chocolate brown eyes easily read that he was crossed with curiosity and enthusiasm. I didn't really care if he saw them or not. So I sighed, nodded my head, and closed my sketch book as I handed it to him.

Slowly-by-slowly, one-by-one, he went through each page with thoughtfulness and consideration. Then he stopped on a certain one. "This boy...who is he?" he asked me as he finally looked up at me.

I looked down at the sketch he was talking about and felt my heartbeat choke on itself. "That's...Steven...my ex," I said in a shy and sad way. I didn't want it to all come out like that though. I wanted it to come out strong, but I guess it was too impossible.

"Ex?" he asked me, suddenly confused.

"I used to have a relationship with him," I said, hoping I made sense in the simple way that I put it.

His face turned into a soft and thoughtful face. "Ah...I understand," he said as he then looked back down at the sketch. "He sure is handsome. What happened between the two of you?" he asked me out of the curiosity that was so easy to read.

I sighed and looked away, glancing at the hieroglyphics on the walls. "He lost interest in me," I replied honestly. Though I wasn't too sure if that was the case, but it felt pretty obvious that that was.

"He...lost interest in you? Who could loose interest in such a kind girl like you, Laura?" Ahkmenrah asked me in a saddened way, as if he couldn't believe that that was possible.

My cheeks burned as I looked up for him, feeling the need to look away once again. I did as I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Well...it happened. He thought I changed...really, he was mean to me. When I wanted to tell him something or vent to him, he'd be a smart-ass about it and reprimand me on how it was stupid to fret about and such. And then he'd get so mad when I didn't tell him that stuff," I explained as I sighed, still sitting on the floor. Wait...why did I just tell Ahkmenrah that?

Ahkmenrah sighed and sat down next to me, looking off in the distance. "That was a pretty, as you guys would put it, immature...of him," he told me as he then looked at me. When I felt his eyes on me, I looked up and caught his glance. "Yeah? Well in a way, he was rather mature for his age," I said, sighing as I rested my head against the wall.

"Please don't keep thinking about this, Laura. You really shouldn't worry about this. It was all his fault, from what it sounds like. You did nothing wrong, if I'm correct," he said in a gentle and warm voice. I just nodded my head and crossed my arms over my chest in a way that made me feel like I was hugging myself.

"You're right, I guess," I said as I got up and grabbed my bag and sketch book. "I'm gonna head down to the lobby to see if Larry wants me to do anything," I said as I pointed to the opening that led into the hall.

Ahkmenrah nodded his head and smiled. "I'll be here if you need me, Laura," was his reply.

I forced on a small smile. "Kay...thanks," I said as I walked away. Once I was down in the lobby, I found Larry wasn't there. I sighed and sat down in my usual spot on top of the front desk as I sighed and crossed my legs, leaning back as I rested my hands behind me on what was left of the desk behind me. I closed my eyes for a moment and let out a deep sigh. When I opened them, I heard familiar footsteps coming forth from behind me.

I turned my head a bit to see Larry walked over to me. "Hey, how's your night?" he asked me as he stood before me, looking at me with his hands on his hips in a professional-guard way. As a reply, I shrugged my shoulder and tilted my head. "Boring, actually. How do you keep yourself occupied around here?" I asked him.

He tilted his lips into a half smile and let out a short laugh. "Easy. Talk to the exhibits," he said.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "I'm not one for carrying multiple conversations with random people," I assured him as I slid off of the desk, accidentally landing a bit too close to Larry.

"I'm sure that's not true," he said as he looked at me with his deep icy blue eyes. I rolled my eyes and moved to the side so that our bodies weren't an inch apart anymore.

"Oh, my dear Mr. Daley, it is," I replied in a sly way as I began to walk away. I was thinking of catching Teddy so that I could ask him if he would let me ride Texas.

"Where're you going?" Larry then asked me, not moving from where I left him.

"To Teddy. I want to ride a horse," I said without turning back to look at Larry.

When I found Teddy, he got off of Texas, told me I could, helped me on, and taught me the secrets to riding a horse. In a way, everything was really interesting and helpful. After two hours of riding, I was okay with my balance on the horse and I was able to sway along with the horse. Before I knew it, it was about ten minutes before sunrise. I got off of Texas, thanked Teddy, and said by to all the exhibits and headed home.

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Before I knew it, it was the week already. No words could describe how much I wished I could skip school and just sleep the whole day. So I forced my eyes opened, forced my arm to emerge from the comfort of warmth that my comforters gave to shut off my alarm, and forced myself to find the courage to push the covers off of me and face the freezing coldness of the end of winter. As soon as I got home last night, which was somewhere around twelve am, I got my shower and completely fell asleep before my body hit the mattress.

I grabbed a cup of coffee that was left over from mom, which was thankfully still hot, and forced myself to change out of my clothes, snap my blue bra on, pull my navy blue sweat pants on, lime green tank top under a thin black tee shirt, and pulled on my favorite this black sweat jacket as I grabbed my winter coat I only wore when I was too lazy to actually dress in style today, and pulled on my soft black boots as I skipped breakfast and only refilled my coffee cup, hurrying to school just as the morning warning bell rang.

Grabbing my books that I'd need for my morning class, I headed into first period gym. I was a gym aid being that the gym class was too small. We...were playing football. This was so not my day. Monday is the worse day of the week, always.