So here's chapter 2. I intended to finish the fic in two chapters, but of course I got carried away and can't stop writing. If only school papers flowed this easily. Enjoy it and let me know what you think. Ideas, suggestions, and reviews are welcomed and desired.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything.

Special thanks: elzed for some helpful suggestions

Enjoy!

Sunday

Sandy awoke to find Kirsten not beside him. He got up, frantically yelling, "Kirsten? Kirsten?"

Kirsten quickly poked her head out of the walk-in closet and said, "Good morning, Sandy."

"Kirsten? What are you doing?"

"Nothing, looking for something to wear," she replied trying to hide her stumble for words.

"You're dressed," he said, directing his eyes to her sweater and jeans.

"Right, I know, I mean I'm just looking for something to wear to the Newport Group Christmas party next week."

"Okay," Sandy replied, still confused by Kirsten's jumpiness. He headed over to the dresser.

Kirsten took this as an opportunity to clean up the closet before Sandy noticed anything. The truth was that she had had trouble sleeping and decided to go look at some of their old stuff from Berkeley. It'd been a while. At first she was a bit hesitant to open the boxes. After all, she was a different person than she was back then, but she did want to look back on her past. Besides, she needed to do this for Sandy's present. Slowly, she opened a box, unaware of what she would find in it. Old memories of Berkeley began to flood through her mind as she saw, felt, and smelt what once was.

The first thing she came across was the brown sweater she wore when she and Sandy first kissed. She smiled, thinking as to why this was on top of the box. This was what she gave to Sandy as a wedding present. Slowly, she began going through the items, fondly remembering their importance in her and Sandy's past, leaving a few aside that caught her eye. After a while her memories were interrupted by the sound of Sandy getting out of bed calling her name as he was startled by her not being in bed with him as he was always up first.

After she hid all the boxes, she headed into the kitchen to make some coffee for her and Sandy.

"You ready to go honey?" Sandy asked his wife, kissing her on the forehead as he came into the kitchen.

"Yeah, I'm ready."

"Alright then. I can't wait to see what an actual tennis bracelet is and to see what you want for Chrismukkah."

Kirsten smiled, thinking to herself, "You only think we are going to pick out presents for me, little do you know, I am fooling you and am going to get presents for you", but opted to say, "Thanks for doing this with me. I mean you're giving up surfing to go shopping with me."

"Anything for my wife," he replied, kissing her cheek.

At the mall Kirsten quickly picked out presents for Sandy to buy her. Ever since her conversation with him yesterday what she wanted wasn't important to her anymore. She was more excited about Sandy's present. When Sandy insisted she wait for him outside of the stores so he could buy her presents, she took the opportunity to get a few things she needed for his.

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Friday of same week

Kirsten told Sandy that she and he would be taking the day off of work. She awoke to find him out surfing already. She smiled to herself. It was going to be one fun weekend. She got up and went into the walk-in closet, getting everything she needed for Sandy's present.

Sandy came home from surfing and went into the bedroom to get some fresh clothes, and headed toward the bathroom to take a shower. He noticed the bathroom door was shut. "Kir? I'm home."

"Oh hey Sandy! Umm…give me a second…I'll be right out!" Kirsten had butterflies in her stomach. She had no idea what Sandy would do when he saw her. She had no idea what she would do when she saw herself as she still hadn't looked into the mirror yet. Slowly, she walked over to it, glancing slowly from the bottom up. "Woah!" she accidentally said out loud.

"Kir? You okay?" Sandy asked.

"Yeah I'm fine. Be right out!" Kirsten took a deep breath and opened the door, hoping Sandy would like what he saw.

"Kirsten? Kirsten? Is that my Kirsten? What…what…what did you do?" Sandy asked with a surprised look on his face. His eyes stared at his wife. She looked and smelt totally different. Her hair, which usually smelled of sweet honey and vanilla, smelt of heavy hairspray and gel, which was holding in crimps. Her makeup was heavy, with bright blue eye shadow, dark black liner that extended past her eyes, and bright red lipstick. Very different from the classy makeup she always wore that softly accented her blue eyes and warm smile. Sandy's eyes looked down, widening as he noticed her apparel. A cut-off tee shirt from one of the concerts they went to back in college that had one of those plastic clips with fake diamonds on it giving the shirt a tight, crooked look, and tight, black stretch pants, which exposed a substantial amount of her stomach and her bellybutton. She was wearing white leg warmers and an old pair of sandals from college that exposed her black painted toenails.

"Kirsten?" was all Sandy could say.

"Do you like it?" she asked nervously, consciously putting her hands around her bare waist.

"Do I like it? I love it! You look hot, baby! But what are you doing? And what is that smell? It smells so familiar…"

"It's patchouli," she said smiling.

"I think I'm in a time warp!"

"You're not! I have a surprise for you."

"Isn't this the surprise?"

"No. There's more. A lot more. Sandy, we're going to Berkeley for the weekend."

"What?"

"You heard me! We're taking a road trip to Berkeley. Don't worry the boys already know and I've gone over the rules with them. We'll be back Sunday night."

"I don't know what to say," Sandy said sweetly, his eyes forming tears in them.

"Say 80s because that's what we'll be listening to on the way there," she said, picking up a B-52s cassette and showing it to him.

"Aw Kirsten," Sandy said as he wrapped his arms around her. "I love you! You know you didn't have to do this!"

"No, I did have to, for you. I love you!"

"I love you!" he smiled at her.

She interrupted the moment taking his hand and saying, "Alright Sandy let's get going!"

"But I didn't pack anything yet", he said laughing, excited that they were going on a getaway.

"That's why I already did it for you. Everything is in the car."

"Kirsten you're the best!" Sandy said, pulling Kirsten in for a kiss.

Kirsten pulled away, saying, "Sandy there will be plenty of time for that later on, but we need to get going. I have made plans for tonight. We've got to get there by 7!"

"Okay, as long as I can kiss you later!" Sandy replied, smiling as Kirsten led him out of the bedroom and to the Range Rover.

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