Based on prompt:

I'm lost and I just want to leave this stupid party so I'm looking for my friend Marco who brought me here and YOU'RE THAT ASSHAT WHO KEEPS SHOUTING "POLO" WHENEVER I CALL FOR HIM

"Marco!" Amy shouted as she walked around the pool for the 3rd time. The backyard was pretty big so she circled around the place hoping that he would return outside, because she absolutely did not want to go into that sweaty mass of an orgy that was the inside of the house. Amy hated parties, and she knew that she never should have let Marco convince her to go to one. He promised he wouldn't leave her side all night, and he would have his phone's volume all the way up, even though he said it wasn't necessary since he would be right next to her all night. Yeah, right.

He promised they would only be there "20 minutes, tops", and that there wouldn't be that many people. She hadn't even been to this town before. Apparently Marco had family here in Hudson, and he guilted Amy into coming by saying she was a hermit and needed to experience the world. They even took Marco's truck, which was a stupid, stupid idea on her part. She wouldn't be able to get home without him, and there was no way she was walking the 150 miles back to Georgetown.

"Marco!" She yelled again.

"Polo!" Someone yelled back.

She had been calling for her friend for 15 minutes, and every time some asshole kept replying with Polo. She was gonna throttle whoever it was when she found him. At first she had hoped it was Marco responding, but by the 2nd time the guy yelled back, she was sure it wasn't her friend. She wished she had the courage to actually call out the idiot messing with her, but she was shy, timid Amy. Even if she didn't find the idiot, she'd probably apologize for bumping into him or something. Sometimes she hated being herself.

She ventured near the back door of the house hoping to work up the courage to actually enter through the sliding glass doors. She hated crowds. She hated people. Or, really, people hated her. It was a mutual feeling. She only had 2 friends, Marco and Kylie. And she wasn't sure how long Marco would be on the list anymore.

"Marco!" She called again, praying that he would actually hear it this time.

Then she saw it. Him, rather. Some idiot with his back turned to her was in the middle of a conversation with a group of friends, and he lifted his head up to the sky, cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted "POLO!"

"It's you!" She shouted to the strangers back, glad to have finally found the asshole so she could tell him to stop messing with her. His friends that could see her were all staring, so she guessed that cued him in that Amy was addressing him. He turned around and looked at her with a question on his face.

She was taken aback by how not-asshole-ish he looked. He looked nice, unlike half of the guys here who were wearing sunglasses at 11 pm with dragging shorts. He was wearing a gray T shirt with some faded logo on it and plain old jeans that looked remarkably well on him. His short, curly hair paired with deep brown eyes made her think that he was the first guy she had seen there who wasn't half bad looking.

"You're the idiot who keeps yelling back Polo!" She said after she realized that she was taking far too long to say something.

"I was wondering when you'd find me. You know, you're pretty bad at this game," he smiled. And damn, was it a nice smile.

"It's not a game!" She snapped, then realized that he wasn't being malicious with the whole Polo thing, so she figured it was probably best not to take it out on him. "I'm looking for my friend Marco."

He nodded in understanding.

"It doesn't look like you're having much luck. Want some help?" He offered.

"No." She didn't want any help from someone she didn't know, she didn't want to be looking anymore at all, she just wanted to go home and crawl into bed and pass out. But she realized that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. It would probably go by quicker if she got some help. She looked over his shoulder and saw horde of people in the house, and that was the deciding factor.

"Yes," she recanted. And he smiled a way too good to exist smile.

"We've been yelling out here for 15 minutes right? Were you out here the whole time? Have you checked inside yet?"

Amy shook her head. She was still trying to be brave enough to even pass the threshold. Of course he didn't know that, so he walked in with no problem. She knew he was under the impression that she would follow right behind him, but she froze. Just stood on the porch watching the back of his head disappear into the sea of faces. She briefly wondered if he would come back, or if he would just get bored and find new people to talk too while she was just standing in the same spot for the next couple hundred years.

But not even a minute went by before she saw his face again, looking over heads for someone, and then stopped when his eyes landed on hers. She knew what she looked like. Some pathetic girl with wide eyes shaking in her boots. That was always what she looked like.

"Are you okay?" He asked when he came back outside.

"Yeah. I just... I just don't like crowds," she told him, and waited for him to laugh. She was an adult now, and she thought that when she left high school she left behind all of the biting remarks and insults, but she found out that wasn't the case. She could actually walk away from jerks now that she wasn't a minor at school, but it didn't make the mocking sting any less.

"Do you wanna stay outside then? And I'll just call his name a couple hundred times? Last name?" He asked kindly, and it threw her off her game. She wasn't expecting a random stranger in a random town to be, well, compassionate. Not to her at least.

"No, I need to go. You won't recognize him, and he probably won't be able to hear his name over the music." She tried to steel herself to the absolute hell she was going to walk into. He watched her carefully as if he was expecting her to change her mind, but evidently she wouldn't.

"Here," he said, holding out his hand. "I'll stay with you."

Even though she had been told that exact same thing by a friend she had known for years who turned out to be lying, she had a feeling this guy wasn't. For some reason. She didn't know why, but she trusted him.

She wrapped her hand in his.

"Knock knock!" The guy shouted as he opened the door without actually knocking. They had searched the 1st floor and even though it felt like at least one other person was touching her all the time, she just concentrated on the guys hand. The 2nd floor had a whole hall lined with doors, most of which led to bedrooms. And you can imagine just what people were doing at a college party in a house with that many bedrooms.

"Any Marco here?" He asked as they walked in on the 4th couple they had seen that night having sex. They screamed at him to shut the door, so he complied. Even though there were much less people up there, he was still holding on to her hand.

"I'm Jake, but the way. Figured I should introduce myself since it's only the polite thing to do after witnessing more than 2 people having sex. That's the rule, I think." He held out his right hand for her to shake, but then realized that he was holding her right hand with his left so he dropped her hand so she could return the favor. She was disappointed that he dropped her hand, because she knew that he probably wouldn't pick it up again. There were only a couple of other people in the hallway at one time, so she didn't have an excuse to keep holding his. That didn't change the fact that she wanted to, though.

"Amy," she responded, giving him a shake, and accepting that it was probably the last time she would have an excuse to touch him that night. That sounded weird, even in her own head. It was just nice having some human contact when she felt completely alone at the moment.

"Ooo, nice handshake. Take a class?" It wasn't a normal compliment, and if anyone else had said that she would assume they were mocking her, but it was hard to tell with him. With Jake.

She shrugged and dropped her hand, but before it fell too far he grabbed it again and led her to the next door to ostensibly interrupt the next couple. Her heart pounded when she realized for the 2nd time that night that, no, he really wasn't going to let go. And it was amazing.

They had spent at least 30 minutes combing the house with still no luck. 4 freaking stories and she still couldn't find Marco, even though they checked every room. Jake finally suggested that they should check to see if his car was still there. They walked down the road to where she was sure that he had left it parked, and of course, it was gone. She wasn't sure if she should have been surprised or not. She pulled out her cell phone and realized that she had received a text message about 10 minutes ago.

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Marco:

Sorry Amy. Had to bail. There was this girl, and we're back at her place. I think she's the one. I know I always say that, but I wouldn't have left you if I wasn't sure about it this time. I swear I'll make it up to you. Call Kylie.

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"Dammit!" Amy yelled at her phone as if her friend could hear her. "You know Kylie won't wake up, and these are not the shoes for walking back to Georgetown! Dammit Marco!" She slid down to the ground against the side of some strangers car.

Jake walked over and Amy explained how absolutely horrible her situation was. She only had 2 friends even remotely close to the area, and Kylie was back in Georgetown- and she wouldn't wake up no matter how many times she called. And Marco was out for the counting, so she was royally screwed.

"Want a ride?" He asked. He was standing a few feet away from her with his hands twiddling in his pocket. It almost looked like he was nervous, but Amy was sure that couldn't be the case.

"You know where Georgetown is?" She asked. He obviously didn't, or else he would not have offered to drive her 2 hours home.

"Yup. Have some friends out there." She briefly wondered how far away he lived. She wondered if her city was too far out of his way, or if Georgetown was actually on the way back to his place. She wasn't comfortable asking.

"How do I know you're not some crazy ax murderer with a chain saw in the trunk?" She asked in a way that hopefully made it clear that she was joking.

"First off, I keep my chain saw in the back seat," he began. "And second off, that probably wasn't the best joke to make in this situation." She wasn't sure if he could see the smile he brought to her face in the dark.

"I mean, I'm not. And I don't know. Like take a picture of my license plate and send it to someone, or keep your phone out on speed dial or something. Christ, what is the world coming to these days?" He said as he ran his hand through his hair. "I just thought you were cute and nice and wanted to give you a ride so you wouldn't have to figure all this mess out alone." He stopped his rambling when he noticed she had her hand held up to him.

"Lead the way."

Jake had actually parked a little farther than she was expecting, but the walk wasn't too bad. Especially not with him. They stopped outside some oldish black car that she knew was probably cool, and he pulled out his keys when they reached the front of his car.

"The keys were in my pocket, because it's my car, registered under my real name, and the license plates are 100% not stolen, so snap away. If you end up dead in a ditch somewhere, the trail will lead back to me," he assured her as he ceremoniously motioned to the front license plate. He seemed more than a little surprised when she just walked past it and sat in the front seat. She laughed at the amount of time he just stood outside, and she laughed even harder when he missed putting the keys inside the slot to turn on the car a couple of times, but she smiled to make sure he knew that she wasn't laughing at him.

She was laughing at the whole situation. The utter absurdity that some guy who was more than a little cute and completely sweet was actually driving her home. She never would have imagined this in a million years. And it was great.

"So where are you from?" Amy asked before they had even been driving for 10 minutes. It was gonna be a long drive, so she figured out she might as well get to know him. If it were anyone else she would probably sit the whole way in silence, but she wanted to know more about Jake.

"I grew up here," he told her, motioning vaguely around at the darkened road in front of him.

"No, I mean, where do you live. Like now?" She clarified.

"A couple of blocks off of that turn we just passed," he said with his thumb pointing behind him.

She coughed on the breath she was taking, and she was sure that if she had anything other than air in her mouth, she would have choked. This was awful. He obviously had no idea where he was going, because if he did he definitely wouldn't have agreed to take her. She was thinking she might actually enjoy the trip home with him, but he was gonna have to pull over and let her take a cab or something when he learned how out of the way it was.

"Oh no. You don't know where Georgetown is." She stated.

"I do," he assured her.

"No, you don't. It's 2 hours away. Like 150 miles. You should pull over. I'll find a cab. This was really nice, but I'm not letting you take me 2 hours out of your way." She felt her heart in her throat, and she really didn't want the night to end so soon. But there was no way she was conning Jake into taking her that far. He would probably still offer to take her home, because he really was a good guy, but she couldn't let him do that.

"I know where Georgetown is. I was up there 3 weeks ago. I know exactly how far away it is." She could tell he was being very deliberate in his word choice, but she had no idea what that meant. If he knew where it was when he offered to take her, than why in the world would he make that offer in the first place? Did that mean he wasn't just doing it to be polite? Did that mean she didn't have to be polite either, and could sorta maybe actually let him drive her?

"Why? Why are you taking me?" She blurted out. She didn't mean to sound so insolent, or to make it sound like she wasn't grateful, and she also didn't want to make him uncomfortable, but the words just tumbled out her lips.

Jake was quiet for a moment while he chose his response.

"I don't have any better place to be."

"I'm assuming you're going to college in Georgetown, right? No one just lives there to live there, as far as I know. Every resident is either a student or a teacher, and even half of the teachers live in another town, don't they?" Jake asked.

"Yeah, pretty much. I think even the grocers are from out of town. They just work there cause they know they can charge anything because every student it too lazy to shop anywhere more than 15 minutes away. I keep saying we should start a boycott, but apparently I'm a 'radical' and a 'trouble maker'. They're really just afraid that they'll have to shop somewhere else. I'm positive the only reason they didn't choose me for the student board was to avoid a public relations nightmare" she told him, and he did the weirdest thing. He laughed. He laughed like she was funny, and she had never been considered even remotely funny. His laugh didn't sound like music, but it was just as beautiful as the best song she had ever heard.

"What about you?"

"College too. Online though. And working as a teacher's aid a couple of days a week to pay for everything. Rooming with 3 friends, and we're all doing online. Me, Rosa, Charles, and Gina figured out that it was cheaper to just split up the rent and stuff. It's great cause we're all majoring in the same thing. Forensic science. So if one of us doesn't get the concept, there's a 99% chance that at least one of the other 3 does."

"You're kidding," Amy told him, not even believing it. That was a crazy coincidence if she had ever seen one.

"Surprising, I know. These gorgeous looks and brains too? What don't I have." He stated the last sentence rather than asking.

"No, I mean, I'm studying forensic science. At Georgetown. I wanted to do online school, but I realized that if I did I would probably have 0 human contact all year."

"Really? A social butterfly like you? I never would have guessed," he smiled to show that he was only teasing. God, that smile was gonna be the death of her.

"It must be destiny," he mused.

She was positive she wasn't serious, and she didn't even believe in destiny, but she so wanted it to be true. That destiny was bringing her and Jake together.

"So, you... with Marco?" Jake asked in one of the uncommon lulls in their conversation. Even if there was a bit of silence between their topics, it was never a bad silence.

"No, he's just a friend. Not with anyone," she said, and then mentally kicked herself. She didn't need to add in the last bit, but she just did.

"What about you? Like Rosa or Gina?" Amy asked. She only felt okay asking since he asked first and it wouldn't make it too weird, but she hoped his answer was no. She was sure it wasn't though. He was probably dating this wonderful girl that was just a sweet as him. That would be good for him, even if it was disappointing for her. "Or Charles?" She added with a slight smirk.

And there was that laugh again. She was sure she would be able to hear it a thousand more times with out growing tired of it.

"God no. We've all known each other since 1st grade. That would be so weird," he shudders. "Charles especially. So nope, I'm a member of the lonely hearts club too."

She really, really tried to not be happy at that.

She was glad that he was driving. That meant he had to keep his eyes focused on the road, giving her ample opportunity to stare, which she gladly took. She was positive that he was aware of her watching too. Whenever she was staring he never so much as glanced in her direction, but if she took her eyes off of him for a moment, his gaze always flitted to hers.

She was also glad that the darkness hid her blush, or at least covered it well enough in his fleeting glances. She had kinda breezed past the fact that he called her cute when he said it because she didn't know what to think about it, but it kept popping back into her mind every few minutes, causing her face to heat up. So she was very thankful he wasn't able to see that. Though she wondered what he would think if he could.

"You have a lot of friends growing up?" She asked him. She was sure she already knew the answer. Just how easy he was to talk to, and how well he carried himself at the party, and just how... well... charismatic he was. Completely gregarious. It was obvious that he used to be a popular kid. Probably still was.

"Pretty much the same 3. I mean, I guess I was on good terms with pretty much everyone, but I wouldn't say I had too many friends. Real friends, at least." He was kinda beating around the bush, or maybe he actually thought that, but he just confirmed her suspicions.

"I knew it!" Amy shouted, and he looked over at her in surprise. "You were one of the cool kids, weren't you? I bet you always had somewhere to sit at lunch in high school."

Jake laughed once she had explained her outburst.

"Is any high schooler actually cool? Kids are just sucky human beings. There's a reason they can't vote, cause they would ruin everything and just pick the president based on who looked best in their prom photo. So, I mean, I guess I got along okay, but I still sucked like every other 15 year old. I bet you actually had worthwhile opinions as a freshman though," he said as he gave her a sideways glance.

"Maybe. Didn't earn me a lot of friends though." She realized that it was probably a stupid thing to say because she didn't want his pity. But she was sure she was gonna get it then.

"Sorry. That sucks," he told her sympathetically, and she thought that was the end of that, her informing him of her patheticness. "Too bad you didn't grow up in Hudson. You would have fit right in with us. 5 musketeers instead of 4. I'm sure the other guys would have loved you too. Hell, Charles would probably be your best friend instead of mine if he had known you."

Amy was a little surprised by how earnest he sounded. Like he actually meant it, not just that he was trying to make her feel better. And she definitely noticed the 'too' in his sentence. He said they would have loved her too, as in addition to him. She knew what she meant and she wasn't getting hung up on the word love, but just that it was a positive word. If he had even said liked it would still be a big deal. That he liked talking to her. Loved talking to her, actually. Loved her company. So it may have actually made a difference that he said loved, if only for the fact that it meant he really liked her company, not just plain old liked her company. She definitely wasn't getting caught up on the word love because of it's other connotation. Nope, not at all. That had nothing to do with it.

She could at least admit it to herself, though. It had everything to do with it.

"Do you go to parties often?" Amy asked, genuinely curious. Though she had to admit she didn't know him that well, he didn't seem like the kind of person who would go to parties often. At least parties like that often, the ones mixed with douches and screaming kids that got the cops called on them for having the music play too loud.

"Nah, just when we want some free drinks cause we're tired of drinking grocery store beer. Rich kids have the best booze," He acted like he was delivering some sage advice that was passed down to him through the ages.

"How much do you think that house cost?"

"I was wondering the same thing! It's gotta be a bazillion dollars, right? Who the hell needs over 15 bedrooms? What in the world are they doing with them?" He whispered the last part like it was some conspiracy theory, and she had to smile.

"And if you had all that money, why in the world would you waste it in Hudson?" She wondered aloud.

"Hey!" Jake whined, sounding offended.

"Oh, sorry. Didn't mean for that to come out as a jab."

"Nah, I agree with you. If I had a bazillion dollars, I would live in a mansion a hundred miles away from the nearest city, and my place would be tricked to death. 24 hour lion tamers, a helicopter painted like a great white shark, and every light in the house is clap on clap off. Oh, and I would have a swimming pool the size of a hot tub, and a hot tub the size of a swimming pool." He sounded so excited, and she could tell that he had spent hours thinking about this before, and probably would spend hours thinking about it in the future too. He knew exactly what he wanted, and she couldn't fault him for that.

"Those would be the most useless pools in the world," she informed him, completely serious, though trying to be polite enough to not crush his dreams.

"Don't lie. If I had an Olympic sized hot tub you would visit me every weekend, wouldn't you?"

"It does sound nice," she admitted, and he smiled triumphantly.

She didn't admit though, that she would visit him every weekend even if he didn't have an Olympic size hot tub. Or anything else he mentioned. Just him.

"The stars are beautiful," Amy said, completely awestruck. She had been to Hudson before, and a couple of other places farther out, but she had never made the trip at night. She'd never seen so many stars in her life. It looked like those pictures you saw in magazines or books where the twinkling lights are plastered all over the sky. It really looked like the sky was one bright light that had spots of black in between the spaces rather than the other way around. Of course she knew it was the light pollution, but she had thought you would have to be in the middle of nowhere to see the sky completely unadulterated. She actually didn't mind being mistaken this time.

"Yeah," Jake agreed. "It's the best part about this drive. Practically no city lights at the half way point, so it's the perfect view."

She cursed herself for not paying attention on the drive over. She was just so wrapped up in him. That meant they were already at the half way point, and she would have done anything to make the drive longer. She looked at the clock and realized they were passed the half way point. Way past it. They had been on the road for an hour and 20 minutes already. And she knew she didn't have nearly enough time with him left.

She tried to get back to the ease she was feeling just a few moments before, but she didn't quite make it. She tried to concentrate on enjoying her time with him while it lasted, but she wasn't very successful. Amy dreaded the realization. The clock was about to strike midnight on the best night of her life, and her dress would be back to rags and her carriage back to a pumpkin. And she didn't even have a glass slipper to leave behind.

They had basically stopped talking when they reached Georgetown. The whole atmosphere was heavy, but Amy wasn't sure if it was all her fault, or if he had a reason for it too. She just gave him quiet directions on where to turn until they finally reached her dorm, and she thought she would suffocate from the pressure that was just weighing down her lungs. He pulled to a stop right outside the doors to the building and they both kinda sat there for a bit, neither of them knowing what to do or say.

If she didn't know better, she would think that he had been flirting with her for some of the ride. But that seemed to have come to a stop, so she wasn't sure what that meant. Was it just wishful thinking? She knew she should get out and walk away, even though that was the last thing she wanted to do. She wanted to say something just so this wouldn't be the last and only night she ever had with him. But she was Amy. A coward. She knew that she would regret it the rest of her life if she didn't say something. She reasoned that maybe if she got out, she would get the courage to run back and actually tell him. Something. Anything. Just that he was amazing, and that this was the best night of her life, and that she didn't have words for how she felt but she had butterflies in her stomach when she looked at him, and even when she wasn't looking at him, and it wasn't a bad feeling at all. She couldn't stand the thought that this would be the last time she ever talked to him. She knew it was stupid to be planning on coming back to the car while she was still in the car, but that was the only way she knew how to do things. Over analyze everything, and probably ruin it too. She unbuckled her seat belt and grabbed the door handle with her right hand, but Jake's hand shot out to grab her left arm, completely taking her by surprise.

"Can I see you again?" He sounded apprehensive, like he was afraid that she would say no. Like that was even in the realm of possibilities. It was the first time that she had seen him look anywhere remotely unsure of himself, and lost his complete cockiness. He looked almost distressed as he awaited her answer, and it gave her hope that maybe he kinda sorta might possibly feel the same way about her that she did about him.

"Oh thank god," she breathed out, and he took that as a sign that he did something wrong.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to grab you like that. And scare you. I mean, you can leave. I'm really not a crazy murderer or anything. Sorry, I just didn't-" but Amy cut him off from his rambling.

"No, no, it's not that. I just knew I was gonna regret it the rest of my life if I never got to... see you again," she confessed, happy enough to use his terminology.

"Oh," he said quietly. When he didn't say anything, she worried that she had said too much, and was really regretting using the word regret. That was stupid. Of course that would freak him out. Who says that on the first night that they meet someone? She probably sounded like a crazy person. Even though that was really how she felt, it was still stupid to say.

But then he smiled. One of his gorgeous, perfect smiles, and she knew it was okay. His whole face lit up, and it was amazing.

"Phone number?" He asked. She probably should have thought about that. Of course there would be no way that they would see each other again if they couldn't communicate. She pulled out her cell phone and gave it to him to enter his number, but he gave it back and gave her his.

"I haven't had a phone number memorized since 2002. I've had this number for 3 years, and all I can remember is that it starts with a 7. I think."

She smiled and sent herself a message from his phone so she would have his number too, then gave it back to him. He turned away from her a moment to slide his phone back in his pocket.

"And Jake?"

"Yeah?" He asked, just beginning to turn his head back to face her. And she surprised him by crashing her lips to his. It was a complete sneak attack but she didn't care. She didn't know how in the world she managed to be so bold, but she was ecstatic that she did. It was the best feeling in the world when his lips started to move in response to hers, tugging and pulling and following in tandem with her, just heaven on earth. His lips were soft and pliant as she got lost in his taste.

She pulled back for breath and noticed the complete dazed look on his face. She was half afraid that she had made a mistake. She really wished she could read social cues better, or at least had more experience with guys. Something so she could have any idea as to what he was thinking.

"Did I just do something really stupid?" Amy asked worriedly as she bit her lip. She was mentally kicking herself because things were going so well and she just screwed it all up.

"Maybe. But I'm so glad you did," he flashed her a grin.

She made a move to actually get out because she was sure that she needed to leave while this was still going good, because if she stayed she would absolutely ruin it. But Jake undid his seat belt and guided her lips back to his.

She had been kissed before, but never anything like this. She opened her mouth and his tongue found hers and she moaned. Honest to god moaned. If she had to describe the wonders of his mouth in one word, it would be adaptable. She twisted her fingers into his hair which somehow felt even better than it looked. His hands traveled the length of her sides to rest on her hips, but then all too soon he pulled back, and she sighed at the loss of contact. It was practically a whine.

"Sorry, just had to do that again. Didn't want to wait until next time." Jake was panting, and she realized she was too.

And she should have told him that he didn't have to apologize because that was just amazing, but she was a bit concentrated on the second half of his comment. Next time. He was planning on kissing her again. And that was the best news she could have received. Her heart was pounding, part of it was because of everything that was happening in that moment, but part of it was in anticipation. Next time.

And then his stupid phone rang. It took him a few seconds to get back to reality and realize that it was his phone that was ringing. He slipped it out of his pocket and answered it.

"What? I'm a little busy at the moment," Jake said waiting for a response one the other end of the phone. "Seriously? You guys are absolute idiots. I don't understand how all of you lived past childhood," he sounded incredulous, and she had to laugh a little at the side of the conversation that she was privy to. "I'm in Georgetown. I'll get there when I get there. Just keep yourself busy doing whatever the hell you do when this happens every other week. You know you're horrible for making me look like the responsible one... Yeah, I'll be there. Later," he said hanging up. He turned to Amy and looked extremely apologetic.

"I'm sorry. I really don't want to go and I really don't want you to leave but my idiot friends have managed to once again not have a single set of keys between the 3 of them, so I've gotta get back. But... I'll see you soon, right?" He checked with her sounding hopeful.

"Right," she agreed, then gave him a chaste kiss which still made the list of her top 3 kisses ever. She was sure he wouldn't ask her to leave, so she made the decision for him and got out of the car to walk up to the entrance of her building.

"It's Peralta!" He yelled, standing up out of the car when she was about half way to her dorm's doors.

"What?"

"My last name!" He clarified. "It's Peralta!"

"Oh! Santiago!" She yelled back at him. And even though he was still a distance away, she could see the grin that spread across his face.

"I'm glad I met you, Amy Santiago!"

"You too, Peralta!" She shouted back, and walked the whole way backwards to her dorm just so she wouldn't have to take her eyes off him for a second. He didn't even get back into his car until she was out of his sight, but she stayed to watch him drive off.

Her whole body was buzzing, he lips tingling, her heart pounding, and her blood rushing. She was positive it would be hours before she would even have a chance of falling asleep, but she didn't mind a single bit. She kept running her fingers absent mindedly over her lips, hoping the feeling would never wear off. She made a mental note to thank Marco for accidentally being the best friend ever.

And she decided that maybe she did believe in destiny after all.

AN: Please let me know how that went. It's my first B99 AU, so let me know if it went well or if it totally bombed. I'm planning on this being a one shot, but maybe if it gets a good response, I might extend it a bit.

Thanks for reading!

Edit: I've now turned this into a Multi-chaptered fic :)