When the mailtruck is rockin' don't come knockin'

Kirsten was bored to death. It was 3pm and she was still in one of the most boring classes she ever had. When she had to choose a new course for the fall and asked a friend, who said "God that's really easy" she thought she should try and maybe it was even fun to study…Spanish.

The moment she entered the classroom and saw that it wasn't even half full she knew immediately that she made a mistake. She learned French in High School and her mother taught her a little bit Italian, so Spanish couldn't be that difficult, could it? Well that's what she thought before she hit reality. Long hours of studying new vocabulary would lie ahead. Long embarrassing classes if the teacher asked you something – oh and god forbid you didn't know the answer, because the only things you understood were "Train station and Strawberry" – but hey you have to know everything if the lecturer is supposed to like you - that opinion however, could only have a little, fat French teacher that thought her Spanish was perfect, so she should teach it at college – HA she would be better off back in France.

So Kirsten sat there again like every Monday. Bored to death and wishing she was somewhere else.

"No hablas espanol, Senorita Nichol?" she suddenly heard and snapped out of her thoughts. Oh my god was that her name? What did the old monster say again?

"Kirsten would you like me to let you sleep?" Mrs.Schillinger said and the whole class laughed politely so their lecturer wouldn't glare at them or get angry because nobody thought she was funny.

"Um…I'm er sor.." Kirsten tried to say, before the monster interrupted her again "Seen as you are very interested in my course, how about you go to the library, get a strong coffee to wake you up and repeat the last unit and I mean with repeating "copy everything from the book and learn the vocabulary" and you better do it because I'll ask you everything next Monday" she said and Kirsten knew better than to argue with the….teacher.

Reluctantly she got off of her chair, grabbed her book and left the class room with a bright shade of red on her cheeks – because she was embarrassed? Nope. Furious.

She was so mad that she could've probably killed someone right then – who could blame her? She was a girl and that included rage blackouts and being bitchy sometimes.

She knew only one way to calm herself down before she'd go back in that classroom and kill that donky of a woman in the most painful way possible – her boyfriend.

She quickly pulled his schedule for classes out of her bag and prayed that he'd be off for a while.

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Sandy Cohen was never someone that got easily annoyed because of somebody but Alison, Paul's new 'girlfriend' brought the worst out of him. Every time he was at his friend's dorm room, she was there, too. Every time Sandy wanted to talk to Paul about his own issues, he kept talking about Ally and how wonderful but difficult she was. Every time Sandy just wanted to hang out with a guy for change, Ally was there and he preferred Kirsten's company in that case.

Today was one of those times: Sandy wanted to talk to Paul about Kirsten and grab a beer but the second he entered the small dorm room, he heard her: voilà Alison Shepherd. Sandy sighed and shook his head before he made his way over to his friend who was giving him an apologetically smile when he saw the expression on his face. It wasn't like Sandy wasn't happy for Paul, but he could really use a buddy when he was girlfriendless. Kirsten and him hang out always, too, but he'd never say no to a beer with his best friend.

"Hey dudette what's up? It's not that I'm not happy but what are you doing here?" Paul asked grinning and Sandy had to bite his tongue for a moment – Paul was the one that suggested over a week ago that Sandy would come over to have a beer or two and do something with him and now Sandy was standing in his room like an idiot that hasn't got friends – he felt like the third wheel that has to watch a make-out-session.

"Well buddy you told me last week to have a few beers with my friend because all I do is slobbering over my girlfriend, but seen as your busy we should probably reschedule" Sandy said as politely as possible for Alison, but he knew sooner or later he'd give his 'friend' a proper speech.

"OH right, sorry man I totally forgot about our rendez-vous" Paul joked and raised his eye brows in a seductive manner.

When he saw that Sandy didn't think it was funny he excused himself and when Ally nodded understanding he pulled his friend with him out of the room so they wouldn't be within hearing range.

"What's up dude? We can go out some other day, can't we?" Paul asked when he noticed how mad Sandy seemed.

"You know what? Maybe you should ask her" Sandy said motioning to the waiting girl "the next time if you want to go for a drink and I can spend time with my girlfriend" he finished and was ready to turn around to leave when Paul apologized again "Hey easy man. I'm sorry. We'll go out at the weekend alright? We both have full schedules anyway". Sandy just nodded and patted his friend's shoulder before yelling "Bye Ally" and leaving.

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Kirsten had been waiting almost an hour in front of the mail truck when Sandy finally arrived.

"Baaby hey" Sandy said cheery and pulled her up to a standing position. He kissed her hello before looking at her books "I thought you had classes all afternoon" he said and looked at his girlfriend properly for the first time. She looked…well she looked a little angry and he hoped that he didn't do anything wrong.

"Well I had classes, Sandy and I should be sitting in a classroom right now but …" she answered him but paused to take a deep breath.

"Ahh you had Spanish babe" Sandy concluded and chuckled until he saw her expression change from angry to annoyed.

"Sorry" Sandy mouthed and pulled the keys out of his pockets to open the old truck.

Kirsten just nodded and thought she really shouldn't blame him right now for her crappy day- after all was she the one that came over to him so he could calm her.

"How was your day?" she asked softly after they climbed in and Sandy had pulled her into his embrace.

"Okay" he whispered back and kissed her hair.

"Hey where were you anyway? I thought you had only morning classes today" Kirsten asked wondering why her boyfriend wasn't at 'home' when she came to visit him.

"I was supposed to meet Paul because you were going to be busy today anyway but Al was there and I didn't want to watch them making out while I could be studying for the test next week" her boyfriend answered and pulled back from the hug to make his way over to the little table and sat down on one of the even smaller chairs.

Kirsten always thought Sandy looked funny on one of those little chairs because he was pretty tall. When she looked around the truck that became her 2nd home and took everything in – from the mattress in the corner to the little ridiculous chairs, she was reminded of the first time Sandy showed her his 'home' …

"Okay I know you are used to better things and you've told me already that you don't like the idea of me living in a mail truck, but" Sandy rambled on and on and I couldn't help but kiss him to stop him from being so nervous. Well it did the trick - he was quiet for a few moments. When I broke the innocent kiss, I looked him straight in his beautiful blue eyes and smiled. I was glad when he smiled back at me. "Don't worry, Cohen, it wont be that bad" I said reassuringly and gave him another one of my smiles. My dad once said his little girl could have everything in the world when she gave someone one of her smiles and over the years, I understood what he meant and that it was really true- people seemed to like my smile.

"Alright but don't say I…" the man that as I found out was sometimes still a little nervous boy said and started to ramble again before I stopped him by placing a finger on his soft lips.

"Relax Sandy. Just show me where you live and if it's too much to bear we'll find another way to see each other" I said and took his hand in his to comfort him.

Sandy smiled at me for a while and I wished I knew what he was thinking. All I knew was that we had known each other for 1 month and I was already thinking about nothing but him. I even had to stop myself from rambling sometimes because that quality had already rubbed off a little bit on me.

We had two incredible dates, without counting the Halloween-disaster and I felt more comfortable around him than anybody else. It was always scary how happy this boy could make me. I told my best friends only a month ago that I wasn't ready for a relationship and there I was standing with Sandy, thinking about things that a girl that said she wanted to take things slow definitely shouldn't have. If my father knew the half of the things I imagined when I thought about Sandy, he'd freak out immediately and take the next flight to Berkeley to take his 'baby girl' home. I silently giggled to myself before I felt Sandy's sweaty hand squeezing mine and saw him fiddling with his keys to open the truck that didn't look as bad as I had imagined it.

When he managed to finally open the door he grinned at me, held the door open and said "Ladies first" before he pushed me into the little old truck.

I was actually amazed at how much seemed to fit in such a small place and I was pleasantly surprised at how tidy everything was. Sandy pushed me further into the truck when he stepped in and I used the opportunity to look at the rest of the truck which wasn't really difficult seen as the truck wasn't that big. I looked at the walls and smiled at the many posters of "Mondale/Ferraro". "Remember when I gave the pin to you?" Sandy whispered into my hair and I was actually surprised at how close he had come.

"Of course" I said and smiled at him before I turned back around to read one of the other poster-slogans. Meanwhile Sandy got rid of his books and softly took my bag out of my hands to put it away. I was too busy with staring at the walls that I didn't notice when he lit a candle and put it on the table or when he opened a cheap bottle of wine and poured two glasses for us.

The first time I noticed that he really wanted to have dinner with me and didn't just say it because he wanted to show me his truck was when I smelled fresh warm Pizza.

I turned around and was met by a sweetly decorated table with a candle, two wine glasses and well Pizza. I had to admit Sandy's tactics were highly unusual but it was dead cute as well. Jimmy would've called a fancy restaurant and would've let the people there handle everything, but Sandy really made an effort for me.

"Aww Sandy you shouldn't have" I said and smiled at him. He was really the cutest guy I ever met.

"But I did. I promised you dinner at my umm however you want to call it" Sandy said and made his way over to me. My breath caught in my throat when he got closer and closer. It wasn't like I didn't like him, but this man was full of surprises. I never new what he would be doing next, but I had to admit that was one of the reasons I liked him so much, it never got boring when he was around.

When our faces were only inches apart and I could feel his warm breath I was sure he was going to kiss me, but instead he pulled my chair out like a gentleman for me, which made him even cuter.

"Thanks" I mouthed to him after he sat down and looked at me over the table.

"I ordered salami because I thought everyone likes salami right? I mean…" Sandy said and I giggled at his cuteness. I've honestly never met someone before him that could ramble so much about things that I didn't even take notice of.

"Sandy salami is fine" I told him and reached for his hand over the table. I didn't know why this date was so special and so different from the other ones. I already kissed Sandy and of course it was great and my stomach flipped over every time I heard his voice or thought about him, but tonight was different- Maybe because it was our third date and for the first time we were actually alone. Our first date was just going for coffee and I hate to admit it but I thought that Sandy was from 'another world' was the understatement of the century- he was polite and funny, but I cant say I felt comfortable enough to agree to a second date, knowing my family and friends wouldn't approve of him anyway. So I disappointed the poor guy by saying No to his nice invitation and decided to forget about the dark-haired Jew with that amazing smile before someone got seriously hurt. Well, this plan didn't work for long, because everything Sandy did from then on was asking me out over and over again and he kept visiting my roommate actually just to see me in a way that wasn't even inappropriate. However annoyed I was sometimes, because of his stubbornness, his plan worked and he won me over – which means I agreed to a second date partly to get rid of his annoying methods and partly because I couldn't get this cute smile out of my head.

But this date was definitely different. Since the first date was only grabbing a coffee and the second date was going for a drink at my favourite bar, it was the first time Sandy and me were really alone with each other.

Dinner went uneventfully and I had to admit I enjoyed the simple Pizza, because I didn't have to count every calorie I ate like in Newport and Sandy always made me laugh about some of his sarcastic comments. He wasn't only the man that rambled most he was also the most sarcastic one.

Like I said: Dinner went uneventfully and simply good until I decided to sip at the wine.

"Oh my god Sandy" I said, screwing up my nose "where did you find that" I asked mentioning to the bottle of wine on the table.

"What's wrong with it?" he asked me giggling, clearly not understanding the seriousness of the 'problem'.

"Jesus,, Sandy haven't you tasted it?" I asked him and he smirked before taking his glass in his hand and sipping at the wine himself. That time it was me that giggled at the other when Sandy screwed up his face in disgust at the liquid that made its way down his throat.

"Oh my god" he whispered, whipping his mouth.

"Well, I'm repeating: Where did you find that?" I asked and pushed the wine glass as far away from me as possible.

"I bought it at the little Italian restaurant down the street. I thought it was good because aren't it the Italians that are famous for their wine?" Sandy asked me and made me smile again – god, he was really cute.

"Sorry that I have to disappoint you handsome but the French are famous for their wine not the Italians" I told him and Sandy gave me pouting lips in return. Oh those pouting lips were irresistible.

"But don't worry we'll find something else to drink" I said and smiled at him through my eyes and he smiled back. I loved his sparkling deep blue eyes that could look right through you and could read your soul.

"Yeah okay good alright I'm gonna look what else I got here" Sandy said a little nervously before getting up and going over to the fridge to look what else we could drink.

Without thinking about it twice, I got up and went over to him. He was clearly too busy looking around to find something suitable he could offer me to notice that I stood up and walked slowly up behind him. When I reached him I wrapped my arms around him and felt him tense immediately- he was so nervous around me that it was almost adorable- no, wait, it was adorable.

"Relax" I whispered softly into his ear before he turned around and looked me right in the eyes. I held his gaze and our eyes had a silent conversation. There weren't needed any more words and we leaned into each other until our lips met in a gentle kiss – one of the first things I realised when Sandy and I had our second date was that he was an incredible kisser and that I could easily get carried away by his gentle touches.

Our slow kiss turned quickly into desperate passionately kissing and I pulled Sandy closer to me with help of the hands that I had clasped behind his neck when I felt his hands on my lower back.

I literally felt my knees going week when he kissed me like that and I knew even if I wanted to not rush into something new only a month ago, I couldn't get enough of those kisses or…him.

"Ow" Sandy said suddenly and I realised that I had pushed him against one of the little 'kitchen-counters'. I giggled and said "Sorry…Sorry…Sorry" between our heated kisses before I felt him smiling against my lips.

"How…about we…get…a….little…more…comfortable" I suggested being still too distracted by his kisses to think clearly.

Sandy broke the kiss suddenly after the question and looked at me shocked. Did I say anything wrong?

"Did I say anything wrong?" I asked him and was relived when he shook his head no and smiled. The next thing I felt was him pushing back against me and walking us together through the little truck towards the lonely mattress. Through the passionate kisses we actually managed to lie down and I lay down on Sandy. So this is what people call making-out, I thought and grinned to myself. Jimmy was never someone for special displays of affection and before I met Sandy I didn't even know that simple kissing could feel so good.

As the kisses and touched went on, I tried to desperately find reasons why I shouldn't be doing this. Sandy is not man enough for me, a nervous wreck that can't string to words together without being completely nervous. It was then when Sandy flipped us over so he lay on top – right okay next point. My father would never approve of him. Sandy kissed up and down my neck and I thought about it again. But since when did I care if he approves of my decision or not? If it was about him, I'd be studying anywhere but here with my high school sweetheart. Good next point: My friends would gossip about him behind our backs. Hey wasn't there something weird in the last sentence? Since when is a friend someone that gossips about the one you love behind your back? And then it hit me. The one you love. Me, Kirsten Nichol,18, studying Art History at Berkeley, living in a dorm room with my friend who had an annoying boyfriend called Paul, was in love with Sandy Cohen, 22, studying law at Berkeley, currently living –and being- in a mail truck. I realised something else, when I concentrated at Sandy and nothing else at the moment: No matter how many reasons there were that I shouldn't be sleeping with a guy on our third date, there was one reason that would beat every other: I was in love with Sandy Cohen.

But what was if I wasn't as important for him as I thought and was just one of many girls? Sandy was a good-looking, sensitive guy, which girl wouldn't fall for him?

"Kirsten" I felt him pulling back and opened my eyes to look at him when I heard him saying my name. I nodded and thought this was just about to get awkward when Sandy asked "You sure…umm you wanna do this? I really…like you Kirsten, but it's our third date and I don't want…" Sandy said and I pulled his head back down to be able to kiss his mouth to stop him from rambling. That was all I needed to hear and even if a lot of people would call me naïve for believing him, I didn't care and let myself get lost in his passionate kisses and gentle touches.

-

"Are you okay?" I heard him whispering breathless after we started moving together in a perfect rhythm. "I'm fine" I whispered back but it was so much more than that. I didn't feel fine I felt incredible, I felt complete. Being with Sandy was so different from being with Jimmy and I didn't know why. I tried to make sense of everything that happened within one short month but I couldn't concentrate on anything but this man. Maybe it was right this way, supposed to be this way. Maybe you should kiss someone and everything else disappears around you and you can only see the other. Maybe it was supposed to be like that when you touched someone, that you lose control and stop thinking clearly. Maybe it was right that way: You make love to someone and can't explain how good it feels and that you wish you could hold onto this feeling of completeness forever.

"Baby no offence but how long are you planning to stay where you are before you come here" Sandy said and Kirsten snapped out of her thoughts. "Huh?" she asked looking at her boyfriend who patted his lap to tell her he wanted her to come over to him.

She did as he wanted and sat down on his lap before receiving a gentle kiss.

"What were you thinking about gorgeous and what happened to your Spanish class?" Sandy whispered into her ear before placing a few soft kisses on it and then down her neck. Kirsten wrapped one arm around Sandy's shoulders and rested her head against his before she answered "The usual. I almost fell asleep during my Spanish course but this time my lecturer actually noticed that I wasn't paying attention and kicked me out" she said sighing and Sandy rubbed her back up and down to offer her some comfort. "Oh baby don't be upset over the dragon. Relax" he said and started to flick through one of his books with the hand that wasn't rubbing his girlfriend's back. Kirsten giggled when she thought about how ironic it was that they were sitting here in the mail truck and now was he the one that always told her to relax when she was tense. She slightly turned in his lap to catch his lips in hers in a deep kiss which forced him to give her his full attention and forget his book.

"Kir…I…should…study" he said half-heartily before watching her opening his shirt buttons one by one "But I'm here now, you can study after I'm finished with you" she said seductively and leaned in to kiss him teasingly. Sandy grinned "I could never say no to you anyway" he said against her already wet lips before standing up and pushed her hands on her ass when she wrapped her legs around his waist. When Sandy reached the bed with Kirsten in his arms, his book and the dragon were long forgotten.

-

"Marital law?" Sandy asked his girlfriend uneasily when they lay still naked together in bed and cuddled under the sheets while Kirsten asked Sandy a few questions for his next test.

"That is…" Kirsten started and paused for dramatic effect and to tease him "Right handsome" she said and kissed his shoulder. Sandy sighed relieved and grabbed the book from her "Hey you aren't done with your questions just because you could answer every I've asked so far" Kirsten teased him and tried to get the book back – she actually enjoyed a lazy afternoon with her boyfriend in the mail truck – she made a mental note to sleep 5 minutes less in the next Spanish class to thank Mrs.Schillinger.

"Heey it's my book" Sandy said pouting playfully before leaning over her and starting to tickle the sides of her stomach.

They were both giggling loudly and had great fun when they heard a knock at the door "Hey buddy it's me and Alison" Paul yelled from outside and they heard a lot louder "AND ELLA" from Kirsten's friend Ella.

Sandy was just about to yell for him to wait, when Paul opened the door and all three of them stepped in "OH MY GOD KIKS" Ally yelled when she spotted her friend, only covered well in covers. Ella shook her head laughing and Paul winked at Sandy instead of apologizing for the interruption. "Woo Paul I told you we shouldn't go in there, didn't you see this shaking truck from miles away?" Ella said and waved at Kirsten who smiled awkwardly at her friend.

Paul just laughed and mouthed a 'sorry' to Kirsten before pushing his girlfriend back out of the truck. The only one that wasn't embarrassed about the situation was Ella, as usual. "Kiks we wanna go out tonight, you wanna go?" she asked and looked like she was talking to a fully-dressed Kirsten in the cafeteria instead of naked Kirsten next to her boyfriend in bed.

Sandy looked shocked when Ella stayed where she was and both Kirsten and him were relieved when Ally yelled "Ella, you comin?". Ella groaned and yelled a "yup" back before winking at Kirsten and mouthing 'see you tonight' before she left the truck to go with the others.

"What is it with people walking in on us recently?" Kirsten asked and sighed against her boyfriend's chest. Sandy laughed at his own thought before saying:"I donno baby but they should know by now that'When the mailtruck's rockin' don't come knockin'".

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Alrighty guys. That was chapter 2. I really wanna thank your for your nice and supportive reviews. I wasn't really sure about this fic and thanks to your reviews I got inspired to write the new chapter. Of course it is again about one of the most popular Berkeley-hints "When the mail truck's rockin' don't come knockin'" hehe.

Please tell me what you think about the chapter and sorry about the first part, but Mrs.Schillinger is an actual person that teaches Spanish unfortunately at my school lol.

Oh and about the new character 'Ella' don't get confused – I know there wasn't much Ella-Action but you'll see in the next chapter that she wasn't just another character I put in to confuse the readers.

So thanks again for the reviews and reading this story and I hope you leave a review and tell me what you think of chapter 2.

Much love xxx

Jen