As Good As Dreams

By: Christina K.

Chapter 3: Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

(A/N: If you couldn't tell by the title, this chapter is all about Delilah, but Travis will be making a guest appearance of sorts. Hope you enjoy, and please review, I love to feel special, and reviews make me feel very special!!)

God, I love Friday nights. I can stay out all night, dancing my heart out, and just having fun with people just like me, trying to become someone other than the mindless drone that takes over while we're at our day jobs.

My girlfriends and I were at our favorite club, a Friday night ritual, drinks in hand, dancing in the middle of the dance floor.

But as soon as the song ended, the DJ faded it into a lame rock some with no danceable beat, so I announced to my friends that I was headed to the bar and I pushed my way through the massive crowd of people to find an empty spot and sit down.

"God, this is so boring." I was toying with the neon sword, holding my olives submerged into my vodka martini, looking around at the crowd.

I saw a guy with dark hair and a really loud Hawaiian print shirt staring at me from across the bar.

I mentally rolled my eyes as the words "Stupid tourists" rolled through my head.

I saw him stand and start to walk over and I threw him a flirty smile. He sat down next to me and introduced himself. I didn't care to remember his name.

"Wanna dance? You're looking a little bored."

"Ah, you read my mind, but wait a minute. I can't dance to this." As if the DJ had heard me, he switched right into Britney Spears's "The Hook Up" and I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the middle of the crowd.

After the song was over, he led me to the bar and he took a pen out of his pocket.

"No, let me give you mine." And I wrote down the number to the Chinese delivery place down the street from my apartment and gave him a kiss on the cheek. It was the third time I had done it that night.

I was about to try to find my roommate to tell her that I was heading home, when someone bumped into me and spilled the rest of my martini all over his shirt. I looked down at my own top, to see if any had gotten on me and said "You're so lucky none of that... Travis?" I had looked up to meet his stormy-grey eyes staring into mine, looking just as shocked to see me.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here with my roommate and my friends. What about you?"

"I'm spinning," he said, plainly.

"Do you need to sit down?" I started to help him to a bar stool.

"No," he said with a laugh, "I mean I'm spinning. I'm the DJ here on Friday nights."

"Oh right, of course that's what you meant." I'm an idiot. He must have seen me blushing, but tactfully ignored it.

"Actually, I was just about to leave, someone took over for me. Do you want to go grab some coffee?"

"Sure, let me find my roommate so she doesn't think I blew her off for some guy. Even though I kind of am." Again, I thought to myself, "Smooth Delilah." But he smiled, so I took it as a good sign.

I weaved through the crowd only to find her making her own way out towards me at the bar.

"Hey, listen, I'm going back home, okay? I'll see you when you get there." I gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek.

I met Travis outside and followed him to his car. But, then I suggested that we walk. There was a Starbucks right down the street.

So we got there and after ordering my Café Mocha with an extra double shot of espresso and his green tea, we sat down and talked for what seemed like hours.

After we were sent away by the manger, he walked me to my apartment, all the way to the door. We said good night and I closed and locked the door behind me.

"Where have you been, Missy? I've been worried sick," My roommate and best friend, Melanie, chided from the couch, in her pajamas and fuzzy frog slippers.

"Oh cut it out, Mel. I just went out for coffee."

"You're breaking your own rules, Delilah; you went out with one of them. But I can see why, he's quite the looker."

"No, no rule-breaking. He's a coworker. The new sixth grade teacher."

"Well, in that case, is he available?"

"No, physically he's not attached. But his heart belongs to someone."

"Who?"

"I don't know. He doesn't talk about it. I just have this feeling that he left someone behind when he moved here."

(A/N: I want to thank Shady199 for being my very first reviewer. To answer your question, yes, this is mainly a Rily story, but no, I will only take a brief glance into their married life and Rily fans probably won't like it, and you'll see why around chapter 12 or so. Yeah, I do live in Florida, in Miami. I'm going to space out the chapters a little bit farther now because I like to get reviews and it makes me sad when no one does. So please, review for a poor starving writer!!)