A/N: Chapter 2!!! finally I have made something in chapters. i never seem to do that. anyway, read.

"Well, wasn't that episode lovely?" Riley said as she removed the black contacts from her eyes. "I get to lose my eyes just as my contract runs out."

JB tossed one of Riley's hair clips into the air and caught it. "Look at it this way. You get the biggest send-off in the history of any TV action series. Bigger than the Power Rangers."

"Oh yeah." Riley said, grabbing the clip before he caught it. "My life's ambition, fulfilled. To be as great as the Power Rangers."

"Well, it's a start," JB offered, and they both started to laugh.

Meanwhile, Kayla was still on set, waiting for Jett finish a few last scenes.

"Ugh, I can't stand this grease!" Maury said once the cameras stopped rolling for the day. "I need to take a shower and shave!"

Jett looked over at Kayla and they both suppressed the urge to laugh. Rat, the grimiest, slimiest villain around, was played by a neat freak actor.

"So now what, Silverstone?" Kayla asked as he emerged from his dressing room back in his normal clothes.

He grinned at her, his smile always seeming to melt into that same special one just for her. "Let's hang. We can go to the park."

They walked out into the blazing sunset, their hands barely touching. The sky was stained with shades of light lavender and pink, the beginnings of an early summer sunset.

"You know what?" Jett said as they walked towards Wilsted Community Park.

"What?"

"Let's go eat." Jett said. "I'm starved and I already told my dad I'd eat out anyway. You feel like dinner?"

"You asking me on a date, Jackson?" Kayla meant this as a tease, but it stirred some glimmer of hope in her.

He faced her and looked right into her eyes. "What if I am?...What would you say?"

She looked right back at him, the words rising to her lips before she even thought about it. "I'd say yes."

"Good." Jett's smile warmed her. "Where do you want to go? Money is no object."

Kayla giggled at his gallant claim, even though she knew it was true. "How about Figaro's?" she asked, suggesting the local Italian restaurant. It was a nice place, a magnet for first dates, and they both knew this. She looked down at her jeans and shirt and decided that she didn't have time to change, not with Jett's notorious stomach. Besides, Figaro's wasn't a place you needed to be in a formal gown for.

The little restaurant was dimly lit by candles, and the waiter seated them at a table that was secluded but not isolated from the rest of the people. It was the perfect private spot. Jett ordered for both of them, being a gentlemen. Kayla had never cared for this treatment but now she found that she was enjoying it, even wanting it.

They ate slowly, savoring every moment. For a first date, however spontaneous, they were having a great time and they were very relaxed. One of the waiters commented on how good they looked together. It was a passing comment, made in the simple pleasure of looking on young love, but it stirred both of the teenagers as their eyes met. Jett asked for the check and paid it, despite Kayla's insistence that she had enough to pay for her half and more.

They walked out of the restaurant talking and laughing. As they made their way down Lierne Street, Jett slid his hand into Kayla's and their fingers twined together.

"I'll walk you the rest of the way," Jett offered. "It's no problem." Neither of them wanted this time to end, this moment suspended between darkness and light, between the deep night and late streaks of sunset.

The night was warm, so Kayla agreed. They walked slowly towards Greene Avenue, a street they had never liked and tried avoid. Kayla usually went a block out of her way to avoid it. But now there was no choice. The construction taking place on Fairfield Lane, Kayla's usual detour, had closed the street down.

They walked close to the houses and lights, speeding their steps. They didn't see the figure until it jumped in front of them.

"Give me everything you got," The figure demanded in a rough, raspy voice. "And maybe you won't get hurt, Silverstone."

Short and to the point. they get robbed. a cliffie for you.