HEY! I'm soooooo excited 2 b putting this story up, FINALLY. I started on this

back n June, but I've been on and off w/ it. I'm a very busy person who has 2 get a

lot of things done and does a lot. So, yeah. Anyways, hope u enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own National Treasure, but I'm workin on Riley and

Abigail. I'll get them. Eventually. Lol

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"Ugghh! Come on you stupid earring!" I was trying to get my new pearl earring into the

microscopic hole that people expect you to get earrings in. However, I hadn't gotten it in,

and it's been five whole minutes since my first attempt. Tonight was the grand opening of

the new exhibits at the Cairo Museum that had been discovered by Ben. Ever since the

treasure was discovered a few months ago, Ben's been sorting the treasure into specific

groups with the help of other historians. And trust me, it's not an easy process! He spent

a lot of his time with them while I was helping him to get moved into his manor along with

trying to get stuff in it, too, since he proposed to me two months ago. So life for the BOTH of

us has been chaotic.

But, that wasn't stressing me out right now, though. It was time constraint that was getting to me. Although we (as in Ben, Riley, and I) were going in an FBI private jet to it (that went faster than most other ones, by the way), I was still worried about how much time I was spending getting ready. So, I tried to limit my time, which is impossible for a woman, in order to be ready on time while stressing my guts out at the same time. And yes, I'm a HUGE worrier, especially when it comes to something like this.

I was finally ready to give up when I heard footsteps coming toward the bathroom.

"Need any help?" Ben saw me struggling with my jewelry, seeming very amused by my

feminine problems.

"Uh...yeah," I replied, my face blushing from embarrassment. "Could you put this earring

in for me?" I handed him the expensive object, hoping he wouldn't poke my earlobe with

it. But...he may.

"I'm not a woman or anything, but I guess it's worth a try." He grabbed hold of my earlobe.

Then, with his free hand, he took the earring and amazingly got it in the hole the first time.

This is one of the reasons I love having someone else, like Ben, around. He can be useful

for just about anything, even things you might not have known he could do.

"Thanks," I said as I attached the back on it, smiling at him.

"Anytime," he replied, smiling back.

His arm wrapped around my waist and he held me close as our lips touched gently against

each others' until we pulled away. We went back to smiling at each other again when

suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get that." Ben left my bedroom and walked downstairs as I trailed behind him. He

opened the door to find Riley standing there looking, for once in his life, decent. Well...

not all of him. Everything was perfect (for Riley, it was), except for his...sneakers.

"Riley, why do you have sneakers on?" I looked at his worn out black and white sneakers,

then at Ben's nice black dress shoes.

"Do you have to make a comment at EVERYTHING? These are comfortable," Riley

said, defending himself. "Besides, they're more comfortable anyday than those twinky

things," he muttered, staring at my feet.

My mouth opened at that comment, stunned that anyone, or even him, would say something

like that in front of a woman. I was about to give him a piece of my mind when Ben

stopped me, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Let it go, Abigail." Ben gave me a serious look.

"But,"

I was cut off short, unfortunately, with Ben's remark that I really wanted to go "La,la,la,

la, la, la, la." But that was inappropriate, especially for me, one of the heads at the National

Archives. So, I got to listen to it, again.

"Don't give me that," Ben told me harshly.

"Ugh. Okay," I said under my breath, mad that Ben had won, as always, and I was the

girl and had to give in.

Then, right out of the blues, the private jet arrived. 'Finally,' I thought as the three of us

went outside to be on our way to the opening. Thank you, God!

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"Man, this seat is soft! Just like the ones at those furniture stores!" Riley adjusted

his seat to his comfort mode at the front while Ben and I sat behind him side by side with

me at the window.

"So, what wedding plans have you two made?" Riley asked, turning around at us.

Ben and I stared at each other. It now just hit us. We've been engaged for two months and

we haven't even started thinking about our wedding yet! I know it's was a little early, but

it was March and our wedding was at the end of August! So...yeah. As you can tell, I was

getting stressed out more than ever.

"We've made...uh...some," Ben lied to him.

"Riiiggghhttt." Riley turned around and started listening to his i-Pod.

I looked down at my engagement ring and smiled. Although we both got freaked out about

our special day, my ring had always, somehow, made me smile, no matter what the

situation was. Probably because it was given to me by someone who loved and cared for

me so much. Ben. But still, I was worrying on the inside.

As I turned towards the window, Ben put his arm around me to console me. "Don't worry.

Our you-know-what will be great."

I turned to him. "But Ben. We haven't even started thinking about our you-know-what.

There's so much to do. I mean...I'm worried to death."

"Look. I know it's a lot to plan, but it'll be fine. Let's just try to enjoy tonight, ok?"

"Okay. But you have to promise me one thing, Ben."

"And what shall that be?"

"That we start thinking about the you-know-what soon, ok?"

"Alright. That's a deal." He paused for a second. "How about if we start thinking right

now, you'll stop stressing out about all of the plans. Deal?"

I thought about it for a moment. Not stressing out about this, and anything in particular, wasn't one of my best qualitites. And it would never be, either. But I knew that if I stopped

(or if I at least tried to) and started relaxing, then both of us wouldn't have such as much

chaos later on.

"Deal," I replied. At that moment, I could hear Riley's slight snores and his i-Pod still

booming music in his ears in front of me. I leaned toward Riley and turned the i-Pod in

it's off mode. I sighed with relief, thankful now that I wouldn't have to listen to tunes

anymore, and it could just be a peaceful, quiet ride.

But, my luck ran out. He woke up the moment I leaned back in my seat. "Hey! I was

listening to that!"

"Riiggghhtt. That must be explaining why you were asleep." I responded.

"Whatever." He turned his i-Pod back on and laid his head on the headrest as he started

drifting back to Dreamland.

I closed my eyes and smiled, thinking about my dream wedding.

I know this chapter wasn't as exciting, but it gets better! Trust me!

Please R&R!