Well here is chapter 4, "Right With the World". I hope this is okay, because it only took me about an hour to write.

We stumbled through the hallway of the apartment building, laughing the whole way. I couldn't remember the last time I was this happy without being drunk. We reached my door and I began searching through my purse for the keys.

"Are you sure you don't wanna go to the bar? We could have some fun!" Stacy giggled.

"Hey, I don't need to drink to have fun!" I unlocked the door. "Besides, we're here already." I opened the door and we stepped inside into the darkness. "Hold on a second and I'll turn the lights on." I groped my way to the kitchen where all the light switches were. I placed my purse gently on the counter and waited until my eyes adjusted enough to see where the switch plates were. As soon as my finger flipped the switch I heard Stacy scream. I whipped around the corner to see her standing in the middle of the living room, with Riddick leaning against a window with his arms crossed. He did nothing, and said nothing, just stared at us. Stacy looked over and saw I wasn't the least bit afraid of this man, so she calmed down enough to back up to me.

"That isn't your ex is it?" she whispered.

"Stacy, why don't you go back to your place and get your stuff. He'll be gone by the time you get back." I glared angrily at him. How dare he be here when I had company?

"Are you sure you're gonna be okay? Should I call the cops?" She was backing up slowly to the front door.

"Don't worry, he won't hurt me. Now go. I'll be fine." In the blink of an eye she was gone, her hurried footsteps could still be heard for a few seconds. I didn't take my eyes off his face for a second, because I knew if I did, that he could kill me in that amount of time if he wanted to.

"I'll turn the lights down for you, if you'd like," I said softly. I decided the best thing I could do was be nice to him, he didn't look like he was in a good mood. He nodded. I moved backwards with my hand out. I felt the light switch on the wall and turned the knob down so there was only enough light for me to just barely make out everything in the room. After I rested my hand at my side again, he moved closer and pulled off his goggles. He kept coming closer, and I began to tremble. I knew I had nothing to fear from him, but I couldn't help the way he made me feel when I didn't know what his intentions were. He circled me, his head bent slightly inward. He was smelling me like he always did. Even though it was a little creepy, that really did something for me. I took a deep breath to try and suppress my urge to pounce on him.

"So umm, anything in particular you want from me this time?" I said breathlessly. He stopped circling and faced me.

"I saw you tonight. At the club." Holy shit, that was bad.

"Look Riddick I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd see me. But, it made me feel good about myself. And I wouldn't take anything back if I could." I crossed my arms.

"So stripping down for a bunch of lowlifes every night makes you feel good about yourself?"

"Every night? Riddick that was only my second time up there!"

"You expect me to believe that?" He stepped back just slightly.

"Yes, I do. I'm the fucking bartender Riddick. Stacy just invited me to dance with her tonight for fun! I'm not the kind of person who would do that every night." I walked away from him into the kitchen. "You must have come in at the wrong time because it was even announced that it was only my second time up there." I got out a bottle of whiskey from the cupboard. I was about to pour myself a shot, but when I realized Riddick was watching me, I closed the bottle and put it away. "This is probably more obvious then my tattoo, but I'm an alcoholic. And I have been ever since…" I couldn't bear to say her name. I felt the familiar tingle in my eyes, and tears began to well up. I tried to blink them away before he saw me, but on rolled down my cheek as he came up and turned me around gently.

"You don't have to tell me that." He smirked slightly, trying to make me feel better, but he was never good at that.

"I want to sober up Riddick, I really do. But I can't do it by myself." I looked up into his eyes. I searched his face for any sign of emotion. I leaned in closer to him, trying to give him a sign of my own. He must have understood because he quickly embraced me in a kiss. I had forgotten how good he was at it. All sense of right and wrong left me, all the sadness and anger pent up inside was released, and I became lost in him. We were there in the kitchen like that for who knows how long, until he pushed down the straps on my black tank top. As much I didn't want to I broke the kiss.

"Something wrong?" he whispered

"No, it's just that Stacy will be back any minute and I told her you would be gone." I smiled at him. Time seemed to stop as he made ready to leave me again. He was just about to go out the window as usual. "Wait Riddick." I went up to him and he turned around, perched on the windowsill. "Come back tomorrow? I don't have to work at all. And Stacy will be gone around noon. Maybe…maybe we could talk or something?"

"Sure, anything you want."

"Ok, come back around 3 then." And with that he left. Not 10 seconds later Stacy cautiously entered through the front door with her backpack.

"He gone?"

"Yeah…" I was still looking out the window.

"Uh, did something happen between you two?" I heard her put her bag down on the floor.

"What do you mean?" I turned around to face her, and she was smiling to high heaven.

"Well for one, your shirt is practically falling off you." I quickly pulled the straps back up. "And secondly, you just seem like everything is right with the world, and you are never like that." We changed into our PJ's and settled on the couch with some popcorn and a good movie. And like she said, for the first time in years, I really did feel everything was right in my little world.