High School: A Tale Of Two Friends…
Sara/Greg-centric. What would Greg and Sara's relationship be like if they had met in high school? No flames, I promise everyone will be returned to their rightful characters by the conclusion of this fic… And No, I don't own them.
When you got me
Where you want me
Greg and Sara walked hand in hand through the nearby park the next day.
Yesterday after school Greg had mustered up the courage to ask her out. They had gone to a movie earlier and were now enjoying the cool October weather.
"I still can't believe Nick and Warrick were actually able to finish their project on organelles of the cell." Greg grinned.
She laughed. "That's cause we decided to help them." She reminded him.
"Right…" he replied. "I still think they know more than they pretend to."
Sara glanced at her watch. "Oh, no!" she stopped in her tracks.
Greg looked confused. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"My foster dad is supposed to come home today. I was supposed to be there an hour ago. I kinda had to sneak out to meet you…" she explained.
He noticed the look of panic on her face. "Let's go!" he grabbed her hand and started running back to her street.
As her house came into view they slowed to a stop. "I'll call you later," he smiled, kissing her cheek. She smiled and ran down the street.
"I don't know why you even bother," a deep voice said from the kitchen of the two story home.
Sara watched her foster mother pace. "What would you have me do? Send them back like an old toy?"
The man was silent for a moment. "I don't care to play baby-sitter for two brats whose parents don't care enough about them to take care of them their own damn selves."
Adrianna, her foster mother gaped at her husband. "They're parents are DEAD!" she yelled.
"I don't care! I don't want them here! Either they go, or I go!" he growled, stomping up the stairs.
Adrianna sighed, picking up the phone.
After hearing this exchange Sara ran from the house. "Greg…" she whispered, tears streaming down her face.
She saw his house come into view and prayed that's where he had gone.
Kasey answered the door she'd knocked on. "Is Greg here?" Sara asked, momentarily regaining her composure.
She nodded. "He's in his room. Go ahead up." Kasey pulled the door open to let her in.
"Thanks Kase'" Sara smiled, walking in and up the stairs to Greg's room.
She knocked on the closed door. And uon hearing a 'come in' from Greg, she entered.
He had apparently been in the shower recently. As he was shirtless and his hair was unusually flat.
She turned away. "I'm sorry…" she was about to start into a lengthy apology but he cut her off.
"It's okay," he smiled. "I thought you had to stick around your foster dad?"
He noticed her cringe. "What happened?" he asked, walking toward her.
She collapsed into his arms. "He wants to get rid of Becca and me…" she told him, sobbing against his bare chest.
"What!" he yelped. "Can he do that?"
She nodded. "Unfortunately."
He shook his head. "This can't be happening…" he was now crying too. "How does this work? How can he get rid of you?"
She was still in his arms, with no intention of moving anytime in the near future. "They'll send me back to the foster agency, where I'll stay, bored as hell, until someone else decides to take me in. They'll go through a month long inspection period before I'll get to go with them and no one is actually going to take me in since I'm a teenager…" she ranted.
"We'll figure something out. I'm not gonna let that happen to you…" he said, resting his head on top of hers, rocking her gently n his arms.
She smiled. "I'm glad I met you, Greg."
He leaned down and kissed her gently. "So am I," he replied.
And… theres a nice plot twist for you… and a kiss…. I'll update again soon! Review!