COLLIDE

A Sandle-Fic… I shall say no more… Characters are NOT mine and never will be…. Though Greg would have been a great birthday present…

Out of the back you fall in time

You somehow find, you and I collide

"Whoa…" Greg said as they walked in the door of their new home.

Sara dropped her bag next to her as she took in the house. "You can say that again…" she agreed.

The first thing they saw was a mahogany staircase that led up to an overhang on the second floor that over looked the main entrance. Two bookcases stood in the far corners on either side of a sliding glass door.

They wandered to the right first, a large kitchen area coming into view. State-of-the-art appliances and marble counter tops divided the kitchen. A small table, enough to seat four occupied the other half. Another glass door was on the wall leading onto a deck and overlooking a large above-ground pool, and several large trees stood nearby as well.

After taking in all that Sara and Greg returned to the main hallway and went to the other side. A plasma screen television was mounted on the north wall facing a coffee table and sofa. A phoose ball table was also in the room, which Greg immediately approached.

"I love this game!" he cheered happily.

Sara rolled her eyes. "Later… Luke," she'd have to get used to that.

He stuck his tongue out at her. "Stop spoiling my fun, Kasey," he teased, also not thrilled with the name changes.

"Let's check out the upstairs," she suggested, heading back toward the stairs. At the top was another glass door leading out to a balcony area overlooking the yard. "Wow…"

"Nice view," Greg agreed moving beside her.

She laughed. "Great view…" she corrected, leaning against him for a moment before returning to the house and heading to the left where the master bath was. A large tub was against the south wall. And a shower stood a few feet away from it. She heard Greg's voice and spotted him standing in the doorway of the room on the other end of the overhang.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

He turned to face her. "I hope you aren't gonna mind sharing a bed, cause, they, ugh, only gave us one…" he pointed out.

She peered into the room, seeing one queen sized bed in the center of the room walk in closets on either side. "I'll live." She teased.

Greg rolled his eyes. "So… what should we do now?"

"Ugh… Good question…" she answered. "Let's go for a walk or something, take a look around."

He nodded. "I think we should probably drive… The driveway has to be a tenth of a mile long by itself and there are like three other houses on this road," he reminded her.

She shrugged. "Should we go check out the high school on the day care center?" she suggested.

"Let's go," he replied.

The high school, as it turned out had already closed for the day as had the day-care center, as it was going on six o'clock. Both were only about fifteen minutes from the house.

So, since their plan had been ruined the decided to head back to the house, since tomorrow was Saturday and neither were expected to work.

"Whoa… I think that's the greatest amount of food I've ever had in a refrigerator at once," Sara said. She'd been planning on heating up a frozen pizza or something of the sort put found several items now at her feet.

Greg walked over. "It's… raining food…" he pointed out sarcastically; picking up several items and shoving them back in. He surveyed the kitchen again, spotting a coffee maker and approaching it. "Oh, no!"

Sara dropped the pot of water she'd been setting on the stove. "What's wrong?" she asked, startled by his random exclamation. "Did we forget something?"

He nodded. "I forgot my stash of Blue Hawaiian!"

"Luke…" she growled. "I have a blunt object in my hand. I highly suggest you not mention that fact again." She brandished said object threateningly.

He put his hands up, "Can do," he nodded.

Several minutes later Sara had managed to get a few hot dogs boiled and dug out mustard, catsup, and onions out of the fridge without causing an avalanche.

Greg, who had gone upstairs to change, reemerged with the smell of food in smiley face pajama pants with 'I have issues' randomly placed among the smiley faces.

Sara choked on her hot dog. "Again, Nice pants…" she teased. "Better than the Manson shirt though. These are rather accurate…"

He stuck his tongue out again. "At least I'm being creative…" he pouted, grabbing his own hot dog.

She laughed, "Trust me, when we run out of hotdogs, you'll see my creativity when it comes to feeding you…"

He flicked a piece of onion at her.

"Oh, you'll pay for that one Lover boy…" she replied, sending a piece of hot dog back at him. (I just remembered Sara's a vegetarian… so just pretend they're vegetarian hot-dogs or something…)

Greg laughed, tossing said piece of food into his mouth. "So, you wanna see if they left us any good movies?"

After throwing the paper plates away she followed him into the family room, watching him dig through the cabinet full of DVD's.

"Anything good?" she asked.

"That depends on what you define as 'good'. Plenty of romance movies."

She yawned and sat back on the couch.

"Tired?" he asked, giving up on his movie search and turning to face her.

She nodded, "Yeah, I'm going to bed."

"Me too" He stood up, offering a hand to pull her off the couch with.

Sara gratefully took it. "Thanks, Greg… Luke… whatever…" she replied, yawning again.

He led her upstairs. She went to the bedroom to change while he headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Several minutes later they were both asleep, Sara locked in Greg's arms.

Okay… that was long…. My precious Sims 2 game helped me design the house, lol. Anyway, I'll update again soon. The inspiration fairy isn't helping much on A Tale of Two Friends or Alone... but oh well... I'll come up with something eventually… yawns Night all... REVIEW!