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"Hey, Sara, what are you still doing here?" Nick asked as he came down the steps and sat by her on the bench.

"Because, Sherlock, no one came to pick me up."

"Want me to take you home?" he offered.

"Okay."

He walked her to his pickup truck and she climbed into the passenger seat. "Is this your car?"

"No, actually, it's my sister's car. She let me borrow it because she's not allowed to have a car on campus yet."

"It must be nice having siblings." Sara said wistfully.

"Why don't you have any?"

"I had a brother but I don't know where he is anymore." She said sadly. "But, I really don't feel like talking about it."

"Okay, so what do you want to talk about?" Nick said with smile.

"Okay, what kind of music do you like?"

"Country." He thought for a minute. "Actually, I have a tape in here somewhere. So what about you?"

"Hmmm…I like just about everything." She shrugged.

They got so wrapped up in talking that Nick didn't realize that he had driven all the way home without taking Sara home.

"Uh, Nick, you missed a couple turns I think." Sara laughed.

"It's not that funny." Nick began to laugh too.

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"Nicky, supper's ready." His mother called out.

"Coming mama." Nick looked over at Sara, unsure as to whether or not he should invite her in but then decided it would be rude not to.

"How about you stay for supper?"

"Are you sure?" Sara looked unsure.

"Yeah. My parents would be thrilled."

They walked into the house together. "Mama, I'd like you to meet Sara. She's new to Dallas."

"Well, hello there. Are you staying for supper?"

"Yes." Nick answered for her and Sara looked up at him, annoyed.

"I'd be honored to." Sara answered, smiling.

"My, aren't you polite." Said a voice from the dining room.

"Sara, this is my Dad."

"Hello, Mr. Stokes."

"And this is my sister, Sharon." He gestured to the dark haired girl that was walking up the steps that led down to the cellar.

"We've met." Sharon smiled.

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Sara looked at the meal before her and tried to eat the large, juicy steak before her with as much enthusiasm as a girl who'd been a vegetarian since she was ten could muster.

"This is really good." She said after she swallowed a mouthful.

"Thanks." Sharon said.

"You cooked it?" Nick asked, with mock-alarm. "And she's still alive to tell about it?"
"Nicky!" his mother exclaimed.

"Oh don't worry mom. I'll kick his butt this weekend."

"This weekend's the annual Stokes' football game. All of the children are coming. Although, I suppose they're not children anymore, they're all older than you are." His mother sighed as she answered Sara's unspoken question.

"Sounds like fun." Sara smiled, wishing she had a family like Nick's.

"You should drop by if you have the time dear. I'm sure that they'd love to meet Nicky's new girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend."

"We're just friends."

"Well, I'm sure they'd like to meet you just the same."

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