Note: So, here I am again with chapter seven. I'm moving incredibly fast with this story, I don't have a clue where it's coming from, but I assume it's because of the holidays and because I haven't been writing in ages! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this one as well and let me know if you did so ;)

It had been two days after Kirsten and Sandy's reunion at their old high school, and Kirsten had called Sandy the day after their reunion. They'd decided not to meet in Newport, but in Sandy's living place: New York. Kirsten had to make some kind of excuse up for Sam, but she was lucky he believed everything she said, so it'd been easy to tell him she needed to go give New York an unexpected visit for a couple of days. Kirsten was excited, and hoped Sandy was as well.

Meanwhile, Sandy was incredible uptight. He was waiting for Kirsten at the airport. She'd wanted to take a cab to his house first, but he insisted on picking her up. He was wondering why he did that now... It felt like he'd been standing at the airport for hours, while in fact it hadn't even been ten minutes. It was kinda strange how fast everything was going. He somehow felt very comfortable and relaxed when he was with Kirsten and, apparently, she felt the same way when she was with him. He hoped they'd still be that way when Kirsten was at his home. She'd planned to stay three full days and two nights in New York and she would stay in a hotel near Sandy's appartement. Sandy turned a little bit, trying to spot Kirsten between all the people, who were all in a rush. He suddenly felt a pair of hands on his back and when he turned around, he looked in Kirsten's smiling face. "Hey!" He smiled while looking at Kirsten and saying "Hi" to Kirsten. She looked incredible. Meanwhile, Kirsten kept smiling at Sandy. She really, really liked Sandy. They were standing there for a while, just looking at each other and smiling. Sandy was the first one to speak. "Well... Let's go to my house, and after that you can go and check in to your hotelroom!" He grabbed Kirsten's suitcase and together they walked to Sandy's car.

A small fifteen minutes later they arrived at Sandy's appartement. Both Sandy and Kirsten had been talking and talking in the car, mainly about the stuff they'd done after high school. Kirsten had told him about her job at the Newport Group, while Sandy told her he'd been working as a advocate. When Kirsten stepped into his house, she smiled. "Oh my God, Sandy, it's gorgeous here." He laughed while looking at Kirsten, who was suprised with everything she saw, and said: "Well, than I bet you like this as well." He put her suitcase on the ground and walked to his bathroom, where he showed her his own jacuzzi. "Wow! You know, I defenitely want to try that one while I'm here." Sandy laughed. "Bet you don't have that one at home, huh." "Well, we have the ocean." "That's true." There was a comfortable silence while Kirsten checked out his bathroom and the rest of his appartement. "Kirsten, do you want something to eat?" She shook her head. "Not really. We should go and check in to my hotelroom, don't you think. Perhaps we can go to dinner after that." He nodded and wanted to grab her suitcase again, while asking himself why he brought her suitcase inside.

That evening, they went to a cute little Italian restaurant. "It's nice here." Sandy smiled. "I know." While looking at the dinnercard, Kirsten kept looking over the frame of her card, spotting Sandy while he tried figuring out what he wanted to eat. She smiled inside, a little proud of the fact that he wasn't having a clue she was checking him out. Sandy smiled a little bit behind his card. Of course he felt Kirsten looking at him, and he liked it. He kept having double feelings though. He really, really liked Kirsten and he felt like there was something special between them. On the other hand, there was still Sam. And he defenitely didn't want to be the other man. Or bringing Kirsten in trouble. "Can I take your orders please?" A waiter attended at their table, and after placing their orders Sandy decided to ask Kirsten about Sam. "So, Kirsten... There's something I'd like to know." Without waiting for an answer of her, he continued talking. "What exactly is going on between you and Sam?". Kirsten sighed. The last couple of hours, she actually forgot about Sam and she wasn't happy Sandy brought him up. It had to happen sometime though. "Well... I guess you remember we're supposed to get married in a couple of weeks." "You're supposed..?" Kirsten sighed again. "Yeah, we're supposed. Like I told you, I'm not exactly sure after our conversation at the reunion. And after coming here I'm defenitely not sure if marrying him is the right thing to do." "And leaving him is..?" Kirsten looked at Sandy, and Sandy could see a lot of different emotions in her face. Happiness, for being where she was. Sadness, for not knowing what to do. Doubts about what to do. He could see she was absolutely not having a clue of what she was doing, except following her heart. "I don't know, Sandy. All I know is that I like being here with you." He nodded and gave her an encouraging smile. "Well, I like being here with you too. But I don't want us to get... well, attached to each other if you decide to move on with Sam." Kirsten knew Sandy was right. But she also knew it was Sandy she wanted to be with. "Sandy... I already know with who I want to be... I just need to tell Sam, before it's too late.." Sandy smiled. "Don't you think you already are a little late." Kirsten nodded and said, with a little sarcasm: "But it's better to tell him before our wedding than after, don't you think?". He smiled at her and at that same moment, their dinner arrived.

Note: So, did you like it? You expected this date to turn out the way it's doing or what?