Summary: A sequel to my songfic: Last Kiss. Riven meets a new girl, but is worried about tarnishing Musa's memory and reluctant to fall in love again. Aradia has a few secrets and problems of her own. But you'll have to read on to find them out. And to anyone I offend with this, sorry. But you know what, I had a flamer yell at me and say don't you dare write a sequel- so here it is!

Disclaimer: When life throws you lemons, squirt the juice in the eyes of your enemies.

Chapter Two: So Much for the Afterglow

Aradia parked her brother's hoverbike in his reserved spot and Riven hopped off then promptly fell on his butt. "So your middle name isn't Grace?" the cherry haired girl commented wryly. He raised one eyebrow in question. "It was a bad joke, you need some help?"

"No." Riven snapped waving her hand away, "I was just dizzy I can get up myself." He did after a few tries and then Aradia gave him the bag.

"Try not to hurt yourself." She chided shoving the duffle bag at the young man. "I'll follow you upstairs to make sure you find your room okay then I have to go return the bike before I catch hell."

"How? Anakin is out of town."

"Yeah, but…." Aradia rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet I nervousness.

"But what?" Riven came and stood on the step above her and looked deep into her eyes.

"If I'm going to mess with the odometer, I have to do it tonight!"

"Do what?"

"Turn back the mileage on Anakin's hoverbike and make it look like it hasn't been used. I already used magic to repair a scratch and a dent caused by my race with Lil… a friend of mine. However I can't quite remember the spell to reverse time on inanimate objects so I'm doing this the old fashioned way. Oh and don't you dare repeat anything that's been said here or I'll do a memory erasing spell."

Riven turned and began walking up the stairs to the student dormitory. "Then maybe I should say something, because I'd like to forget the past."

Aradia mentally cursed herself as she trailed after Riven, trying in vain to think of something comforting. Of course being what she was it was going to take a while, so she decided to shoot the shit instead. "So, this is your room?" it'd been a few minutes and they finally reached the floor where the Junior specialists were roomed.

"Hn."

"I'll take that as a yes. I have to get going now." She turned and picked up a picture of Riven and a girl both in formal attire. Aradia knew she shouldn't say anything, but she couldn't seem to help herself. "Is that your girlfriend? She's really pretty."

If looks could kill the funeral would be tomorrow. "That is none of your business." Riven snapped snatching the frame from her hands.

Aradia held her hands up in a symbol of surrender. "Sorry,"

"I know you are. I'm sure you don't know how to act around a murderer."

"But you're not. Oh never mind. I'll just shut up and see you later."

Riven tried to soften his tone. "I'm not what?"

"You're not a murderer. It was a freak accident caused by environmental conditions no one can help something like that." The green eyed girl sighed. "I'll go now and let you sort out your belongings. And I want you to know that if you ever need someone who's not really happy and hyper twenty-four seven, I'll be there for you."

"But you don't even know me." The magenta haired specialist cocked an eyebrow.

"You're right, but I'm a volunteer on the student crisis hotline. So I'll probably be there if you call this hotline." Aradia pulled a card from one of the cargo pockets of her bag and handed it to Riven. "Here ya go."

The magenta haired boy took the card which read Magix inter school student crisis hotline. Call anytime: 1-800-889-6646. "Yeah sure Whatever." He tossed the card on top of his cluttered nightstand and turned to unpack.

End

Okay look I finally updated this story. Isn't it cute? Heh thanks for reviewing.