Summery: Who ever said that first impressions matters the most never factored in over active sex drives, close work environments and dead bodies into the equation. Part One of the Until The Day I Die Series
Rated: T (might be m later for future chapters)
Chapter Seven: Until Now
Sara and Greg sat down in the booth as the rain beat down on the windows of the diner. Greg took a menu, looking over the normal options, while Sara sat back, watching the rain drip off the glass.
The rain had always been soothing to her, every since she was a young child. As her mother and father would fight down the hall, she would focus on the blazing storm outside. When she had been moved from home to home in foster care, she would always sneak outside when it began to rain and just lay on the ground. It was cleansing, it seemed to wash away all of her troubles.
"I hope that blond bitch isn't working tonight," She thought grimly.
"Hey sugar. You look adorable tonight," the blond waitress that just walked up said flirting at Greg.
"Damnit. Why does God always want to torture me?"Sara looked at Greg, secretly wishing he couldn't tell she was fuming. He smirked at her, looking over at the blond as he eyed Sara.
"Thanks. Don't look to bad yourself."
"Oh God let me gag!"The waitress bended over toward him, laying her hand on his arm smiling wildly.
"Can I recommend something?"
"No I think he knows what he wants. You can get me a coke. It think I am going to get sick," Sara shot.
"I think I will have a coke too," Greg said watching Sara.
"Sure. Be back soon babe."
Sara fumed as the nursed walked away, Greg watching her hips as she sauntered around the counter.
"Fat ass."
"I think it's rather nice actually."
"Shut up," she shot angrily.
"My, my, is Sara jealous?"
"Me? Jealous? I never get jealous!"
"Not until now," he teased.
"We will have the regular." She said looking over at the blond before she had a chance to look at Greg. She placed her hand over Greg's, taking her thumb and rubbing the top of his hand protectively.
"What was that about Ms. Sidle?" he asked as she took her hand away from his.
"Just stopping you from making a huge mistake."
"Why would it be a mistake?"
"She's not right for you."
"Why?"
"If you want to bang her, go ahead. Be my guest, but she will break your heart," she replied.
"Don't worry Sar'. I am interested in someone else anyway," he whispered, looking at her softly.
The rest of the night at the diner went smoothly. The waitress made no attempt to flirt with Greg, as when she walked up they were both giggling at each other flirtatiously. Sara and Greg got their ticket, paid for their meals and left in silence.
"Let me take you one more place."
She stood waiting for a moment. Why not?
"Why? Do you remember the other men who told that to you? Something will happen. You know it."
"Greg isn't like that. And besides if it did, why would it be a bad thing?""Because it would ruin the friendship just say no."
But, unable to stop herself, she felt the words leaving her lips.
"Okay. But where?"
"I can show you better than I can tell you."
One Hour LaterThe night air of the Vegas desert swept by her as Sara hung her arm out the window of the small silver car. The rolling dust hit her arm lightly, the cooling breeze cooling her from the long days heat. As they drove, further and further away from the any civilization in Las Vegas. As the desert rolled on, and the lights of the city dimmed. She had no idea where Greg was taking her, but she really didn't mind not knowing. She trusted Greg, and she knew he was different.
Most men would take her by the store to buy a bottle of cheep wine, get some chocolate and a box of condoms after dinner. But Greg, he was different, very different. He had took her by the nearest gas station, grabbed a angel food cake (her favorite), a six pack of beer some napkins and plastic eating utensils. The other men would have taken her to her place, drink just enough to get her loose, feed her chocolate and try to get use of those condoms. Greg had headed the opposite direction of their apartments and went to the middle of no where.
"Greg why are we stopping in the middle of the desert?" she asked as Greg as he pulled off the road into the dirt.
"This, my friend, is our destination," he said smirking, turning of the car.
"And why is this our destination?"
"This is where I go when I need the world to feel a little bigger. I come out here a lot, just lay and watch the stars to unwind."
"Greg I am proud," she giggled.
"Why?" he asked confused.
"That was deep. I am proud."
"Well I am glad. Come on." She watched him as he got out of the car, jogging around the side and opening her door. "My lady."
He took a bow and she giggled shaking her head. Grabbing the six pack of beer, she stood at the hood of the car, watching him silently as he grabbed a blanket and the cake and utensils from the car. A little ways in front of the car, he laid out the blanket on the ground, sitting down and ushering her over. She smiled, sitting down on the blanket, grabbing out two beers and handing it to him.
They both opened theirs in union, laying back on the blanket and peered at the stars. They shown brightly, casting a soft light upon them. Their beauty took her breath away, it made her feel so much smaller as she attempted to count the stars in the sky.
"This is amazing. You can never see them this bright in the city," she whispered.
"Yeah. The first time I came here was when that bus accident happened a few years ago. It was the first time I was on field, and I was with Nick and he was giving the breath test to the bus driver. Then all of a sudden he started spitting blood and he died. I was so scared I couldn't even help."
"Greg, that man would have died anyway, it wasn't your fault."
"I know," he replied smiling, "But at the time I thought it was. I was scared that because of it I would never get back on the field, I felt like I failed everyone. And most the lab agreed. After work, I drove, and I just kept going, I pulled off here and just lay for hours, watching the stars. It made me realize that I am so small, and that the world isn't just a bunch of ciaos."
"Sounds like a better stress reliever than I had. I went home and got drunk," she said smirking.
Greg shook his head and gave Sara the best impression he could make of a disapproving stare. "I never took anyone here before. It was my secret, now it's ours."
"I feel so special," she teased.
"As you should Ms. Sidle. But you have to promise that you will never tell anyone about it," he replied.
"Scouts honor."
"You weren't girl scout!"
"No, but that doesn't make my word any less credible," she giggled.
"Very true," Greg agreed, rolling over on his side, facing her.
Sara rolled over, facing him as well. Smiling as she looked at him and up at the stars. It was perfect. She could, without a doubt, pick laying out in the middle of no where with a pack of beer and the stars with Greg over being manipulated and fed chocolate any day. Some women however, would highly disagree with that, but for Sara it was more satisfying than wine chocolate and sex could ever be. And she had no idea why.
"Sara may I ask you a question?"
"Yeah."
"It's personal," he warned.
"I think I am prepared," she teased.
"When was the first time you had sex?"
"My, my Greg that is personal," she said trying to look shocked.
"If you answer it, you can ask me anything you want. Consider it a way to get to know each other."
"Fine. I was 16, he was 18. I had been in foster care for only a few years, he was leaving the system the next day and I didn't know. He was experienced and I wasn't. Last time I saw him was at a gas station, hit and run outside and he had been the only witness. He pumped the gas. He didn't even recognize me. Hit on me to. I thought it was humorous, he only realized who I was when he heard my name. I laughed my ass off when he ran off."
"You were in foster care?"
"Yeah, my dad died, and my mom left me and my brother basically. I still don't know where he is."
"I'm sorry Sara," he whispered.
"Don't be, it's not your fault. Plus I learned many things from it. I wouldn't be where I am now if it hadn't happened," she said smiling. "Now my turn. When was your first time?"
"I was twenty two. She was some drunken superficial horny brunette with fake boobs, and had a sickening personality. She used me and then left me. I don't even remember her name. I wish it had never happened," he laughed.
"Why?"
"She used me. She didn't like me, or want to know me. Call me a hopeless romantic, but I believe sex is more than just natural impulses," he whispered smiling.
"Wow. You are a mystery Greg Sanders. You surf, you sail, you play chess, and you're a genius, your deep and a romantic. Oh not to mention the king of coffee. Did I leave anything out?" she teased
"Other than you forgot to mention my amazing smile, my sparkling eyes, my sexy body and gorgeous looks?"
"Must have slipped my mind," she whispered taking a sip of her second beer.
They were silent for a moment, just peering at each other confused. She tore her eyes away from him, watching the stars.
He was funny, sweet, caring, romantic, charming and made great coffee. Sure, he was even more than that, she could admit it, and he was drop dead gorgeous. His eyes, his killer smile, that skin, those cute freckles, slim muscular figure. His looks was lethal, something most women would sell their soul to get a piece of. But she had it at the snap of fingers. Why her? She wasn't pretty; she made up for her lack of physical characteristics in brains. What made her so different that he wanted to spend time with her?
She couldn't answer that, but she realized something right there.
While she didn't love Greg Sanders, she was completely consumed by him. An infatuation that was so strong it astounded her. It had taken a long time to admit it, and even now, it scared Sara. She thought she was in love with Gil. Now she cared for Greg. What would she tell Gil? She was lost.
"It is so beautiful," she sighed,
"Yeah, it is. The most beautiful thing created," he whispered.
She glanced over at him, but only meeting his eyes looking at her, not the stars.
She blushed, wanting to look away, but she couldn't break the eye contact.
She didn't know it was on impulse, or just bent up emotions. But before she could stop herself, she leaned in, kissing him softly. It wasn't over done, sloppy, or even heated and overly passionate. Just soft, sweet, and caring. When they let go of each other's lips, she panicked.
She was lost enough, now this? She was lost in her emotions, and she had no where to go.
So, she did the only logical thing.
She got up and ran.
A/N: Now the only logical thing for you to feel is happiness that we finally got a kiss, but angry at me for ending it the way i did . . . hehehe im so evil . . . lol trully the only logical thing is for you to review!
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