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Anyway here's the next chapter of Road Trip, although I'm not sure if anyone's still reading it. Please let me know if you guys are still interested (and what you want to happen) or if this is going no where, cause I'm thinking of just wrapping it up earlier than planned. Please let me know! Enjoy : ) Oh, and this chapter is definitely rated T, nothing too bad, just so you know.

CHAPTER NINE

"Nancy, it is you!" Sasha Petrov exclaimed, running over to the girls. "And Bess, too."

He moved as if to give Nancy a hug, but she moved away slightly. The last thing she had wanted today- or any day-was to see Sasha again.

Nancy nodded. "Yeah, it's us. Sooo… I, uh, guess you ended up staying in the States to dance," she said, somewhat lamely.

Sasha nodded. "It has been fantastic. Of course, it would be more fantastic if you were to have stayed in New York with me."

"Whoa," Nancy held up her hand, "Sasha, nothing has changed between us. I'm still with Ned. And I love him. I would never hurt him. Not again."

Sasha nodded again. "I know. I am sorry, Nancy. I know what you said before. And I meant what I said, too, about liking and respecting Ned."

"But," he added before Nancy could say goodbye, "There is no law against being friends. Would you like to have dinner? Both of you? And are Ned and George in New York, too?"

"Yeah, they're here, too," Nancy replied. With a glance at Bess, she asked, "So, Bess, what do you think?"

Bess shrugged. "Couldn't do any harm. Tommy's not in New York by any chance, do you know?" she asked Sasha eagerly, referring to the boy she had been dating that summer in the Hampton's.

"I believe he is," Sasha answered. "I have his number at my apartment- I can give him a call if you wish."

A smile lit up Bess' face and she gave Sasha a big hug. "Oh, that would be fantastic! So, we'll see you tonight?"

"Actually, I think my Aunt was going to do dinner for the four of us tonight," Nancy cut in, "How about lunch tomorrow?"

"Sounds good to me. Here is my number. Give me a call." with that, Sasha turned and strode off.

"Yes! I might see Tommy again! Nan, you okay?" Bess asked, glancing at the vacant look on her friend's face.

Nancy nodded. "Yes. Of course. I guess I'm just a bit worried about how Ned's going to take the fact that we're going to lunch with Sasha. Tomorrow."


"We're what?" Ned asked that afternoon.

"We're going to lunch with Sasha and maybe Tommy tomorrow," Nancy replied quietly.

With a glance at Eloise, George and Bess, Ned took her arm and guided her towards their room. "Uh, Nan, can I talk to you for a sec?"

Well, I don't have much choice, she thought as he shut the door behind them.

"Nancy- what? I don't understand. I mean, last night-"

"Last night what?" she interrupted, "Ned, last night you told me you were worried about Sasha. And I told you we weren't likely to see him. I mean, that's honestly what I thought- in a city of 8 million in which he may or may not have even been in in the first place, what were the chances? But we did run into him. And we are going to lunch with him. And, Ned, what did I say last night?"

"That you weren't interested in anything romantically from him," Ned mumbled looking at the floor.

"Exactly!" Nancy said, exasperated. "Ned, I know there have been a couple on incidents in the past- for both of us. But no more. What do I have to do to prove that I'm committed to you? Committed to us? Do you want me to have sex with you, because-"

"Nancy, stop. Just stop," Ned held us his hand. "I get it. I'm being an idiot. Again. It's just, seeing Sasha for lunch tomorrow wasn't really on my to-do list," he joked weakly.

Nancy shook her head and put her arms around him, resting her head against his chest. "I know. It wasn't on mine either. But it's only lunch."

Ned nodded and returned her hug. "Yeah, I guess. I may not be quite so understanding if he starts making goo-goo eyes at you over the table though," he warned, only half jokingly.

With a laugh, Nancy replied, "I know. Just as long as you know you have nothing to worry about."

"Yeah. Hey, Nan, um, about what you just said before…"

"What did I say?" she mumbled against his chest.

"Uh, something about having sex with me to prove you're committed," he said nervously.

"Oh. I just was angry. Sorry. I didn't mean to insult you. I know you would never expect that of me."

"Good," Ned replied with a nod. "Because I know we seem to have talked about it a lot recently, but like I said the other day, I don't want to pressure you into anything."

"It's ok, Ned." Nancy pulled back to look him in the eyes and pulled him over to sit next to her on the bed. Leaning her head against his shoulder, she said, "I guess we're just at that stage in our relationship where things are getting serious. I mean, we've been together for like three years now. You're 20. I'm 19. We're well and truly old enough, especially this day in age," she said with a laugh.

Ned smiled and put his arm around her. "There seem to be a lot of teen pregnancies out there these days. Is that what you're worried about? Getting pregnant?"

Nancy shrugged. "I guess that's part of it. The other part is what my dad would think if he found out. He's still kinda strict and old fashioned about that sort of thing- you know, wait till you're married and all."

"Yeah, I know."

"But," Nancy added, a cheeky grin on her face, "That doesn't mean we can't do- other- things until the time is right."

With that, she pushed a very surprised Ned back onto the bed and crawled on top of him.

"Nan," he stammered as she kissed her way up his neck to his lips, "What are you- you're Aunt's in the next room, you know…" he trailed off as she reached under his shirt.

"No, seriously Nancy, we gotta stop, or it's going to be extremely embarrassing for me to leave this room in a minute."

Looking down with a smirk, Nancy climbed off him. "I suppose you're right. For the time being at least," she said with a grin as she strode out of the room.

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