A/N: Hey, here's my poor attempt to give this story a plot.
Disclaimer: I don't own National Treasure, however, Riley lives in my closet.
Chapter 4
As they drove in silence, Riley fingered the ring in his blazer pocket, thinking about the question that he had been planning to ask Haley for years. He was finally going to ask her.
He was going to ask her to marry him.
Haley and Riley had met in elementary school. They were inseparable for the entire summer before sixth grade, but then grew apart. They had different friends and different interests. They were finally brought back together in college. They were partners in Chemistry, Riley tutored Haley in her math class and Haley tutored Riley in Shakespeare and Literature. They began to spend more and more time together. One day, they had a picnic by the pond a few miles off the campus. Riley was going to ask her to be his girlfriend, but he was too afraid. They just carried on as normal, as friends, even after they graduated college. He was slowly building up courage, but things got complicated. Riley knew that now, more than ever, he didn't want to lose her. He was driving toward the pond now. They had spent a lot of time here in college.
"Do you remember this place?" Riley asked after he got out of the car and ran to the other side to open her door.
"Of course," Haley answered with a smile.
They walked around the lake, hand-in-hand, talking about their college days.
"Haley, about last night…" Riley began.
"What?" Haley asked after a short pause that seemed like an hour.
"I… I just wanted to make sure that you were okay…with…with us," he said.
Us. "Yes…" she said. "Why?"
"Well, I know we kind of kind of avoided it in college. But, you know, I haven't dated anybody since I met you," he paused. "I bet I sound pathetic."
"No," Haley said. "I think it's sweet."
Then Riley said, "Well, have you dated any guys?"
She thought for a few moments. "Nothing serious."
Something about the way she said that made Riley think that she was trying to convince herself of that more than him. "Haley?" He asked.
"Okay, there was one guy," She said. Riley had a confused look on his face, so she continued to explain. "He worked at my office. He was my partner and he went to Paris with me."
"Oh. What's his name?" Riley asked, trying not to seem too upset about this.
"Logan. Logan Williams." Haley said.
They continued to walk around the lake. After a few minutes, Riley broke the silence.
"So… Are you still with him?" He asked.
"No..." Haley's face fell.
"What happened?" Riley asked.
"He was killed just before I came back. I blew our cover, shots were fired, and he took the bullet. That's why I had to come back early. I shouldn't be here. He died because of me."
She began to cry, and Riley wrapped his arms around her as she cried on his shoulder. "It's okay," he whispered repeatedly.
He led her back to his car and drove back to Ben and Abigail's house.
Haley had calmed down and was more or less back to normal once they walked in the door of the mansion.
"Well, what do you want to do now?" Riley asked.
"I don't know," Haley said.
"Okay. Well, they have a bunch of movies here. Why don't you pick one?" Riley suggested.
"Sure," she said as she walked to their high tech entertainment system.
After hours of looking through the movies, they finally settled on The Mummy.
After the movie was over, Haley and Riley began talking again.
"I was just wondering… about last night. Why did you kiss me?" Haley asked.
Riley shrugged. "I don't know. I was about to be hanged. It seemed like a good idea at the time," Riley answered, quoting the movie. They both burst out laughing.
After a while, Haley put on a serious face, "Riley? There's something I didn't tell you earlier… about me and Logan."
"What's that?" He asked.
She took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant." Then, she simply got up and ran up to her room.
His jaw dropped. "Wait… what?" He ran after her, up the stairs and to her door. He pounded his fist against it. "Haley?"
She opened it. "Are you mad?" She asked.
He thought for a second. "Uh… no. No! I could never be mad at you. I…um…I'm happy for you, actually," he managed to stammer.
"Really?" She asked.
"Yeah," his voice broke. He smiled, but he could tell that it probably looked forced. This wasn't going to be easy.