Sorry I took so long! I had a hellish year, I'm a junior in high school, and it's the hardest year. (Sorry) I know I'm making excuses, but PLEASE review, and if you really like it, review. It motivates me to update faster.

Chapter 2: Maybe this is somebody I can love

I work hard every day of my life
I work till I ache my bones
At the end I take home my hard earned pay all on my own -
I get down on my knees
And I start to pray
Till the tears run down from my eyes
Lord - somebody - somebody
Can anybody find me - somebody to love?

-Freddie Mercury
Somebody to Love
"A Day at the Races"
Hollywood Records

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"Oh my god, you got to scrub in for a heart transplant today, I'm so jealous," Ginny said to Dr. Kara Taylor in the hospital locker room as they got sodas out of their lockers.

"It was nice, but I couldn't get close enough to see anything, all the residents were too close! And you shouldn't be talking, you got to shadow the chief of surgery!" said Kara. She was a pretty girl, the same age as Ginny. She had shoulder length chestnut brown hair that was tied into a small knot. Glasses took the place of her contact lenses today, but she still seemed as beautiful as ever. "You going to see him tonight?" She asked referring to Roger.

"Yeah, I think I am. We're getting dinner," said Ginny.

"Who's getting dinner?" A voice asked from the doorway.

"Roger is," said Kara.

"You're going out with Dr. Milford?" Asked the man, also an intern along with them.

"Yeah," said Ginny, "but nothing is for sure yet! Don't go around telling everyone Chris!"

"Telling everyone what?" Asked another man entering the room and heading to his lockers.

"Oh, just that Ginny and Dr. Milford are going out tonight," said Chris, "Oops, that would constitute as telling people now wouldn't it?" He asked Ginny. Ginny nodded fervently. "Sorry Gin, he said, I'm not good at keeping secrets from my friends!" He patted her head. Ginny scrunched her face. Dr. Chris Coleman was African American, with steel grey eyes. He and Ginny once went out on a date, actually the week after their first shift. That didn't work out very well, and they decided to be 'just friends', and afterwards a brother-sister relationship developed between them. Ginny didn't want it any other way.

"How long has this been going on?" Asked the newer voice.

"Karan," said Kara warningly.

"No, its okay," Ginny said, "Its going to go around the entire hospital anyways, so its better that he gets the facts," she laughed. "Karan, not long. Actually three hours to be precise." She failed to mention that they had slept together the night before. Only Kara knew about that. Karan walked out slightly bored. Kara watched him leave with a bemused expression. Ginny leaned on a locker behind her holding a pair of slacks and a nice shirt.

"Kind of cute isn't he?" she asked. Kara nodded and smiled kind of in a dazed expression.

"Kara Chaudhury, kind of sounds the same, except no "n" at the end," laughed Ginny knowing that Kara probably wasn't even paying attention to a single word she was saying. Kara turned around.

"You little bitch," she laughed. Ginny pursed her lips, and then began singing.

"Kara and Karan, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G, first comes love, then comes marriage then—" she began running a little from Kara. Kara chased after her.

"Why you little…" she yelled. They both laughed and sat down on a bench.

"We're hopeless," said Ginny.

"Yeah we are. But he is kind of cute," said Kara, "Like his hair is kind of shaggy, and not completely black…and his skin looks kind of like milk chocolate." Ginny looked at her in her reverie.

"You're sickening!" She said. Kara laughed.

"You know, you almost sounded British when you said that." Ginny felt a pang in her stomach. She smiled.

"That's funny," she said, not really laughing. She stood up quickly and walked towards the showers.

"Was it something I said?" Kara wondered out loud. She sighed and went back to her locker and grabbed some jeans and a T-shirt, Karan came in as she took off her shirt.

"Hey there," he said suggestively going to his locker. Kara rolled her eyes. She turned to him.

"Shut up!" She turned and faced her locker and smiled coyly. She quickly took her shirt and put it on, and looked at him. He was currently fighting with the buttons of his polo shirt trying to get it over his head. She rolled her eyes and laughed as she took her messenger bag, slung it over her shoulder and waited for Ginny. Ginny exited the shower wearing black pants and a collared shirt.

"I look like shit," she commented looking at the mirror.

"Ooh, can I do your makeup?" Kara asked. Ginny nodded, and Kara took her purse out. "I always carry the essentials," she said with a grin.

"Kara, when do you have time to use all this?" Ginny asked as Kara kept on taking out brushes and different powders. "Well, I should know because your makeup takes up over three fourths of our bathroom…" said Ginny. Kara smiled and began applying the makeup. They both chatted about nothing in particular, about Grey's Anatomy, CSI, and things like the attending surgeons.

"God, I feel like Meredith Grey," said Ginny, "I slept with a doctor!"

"No," said Kara putting on final touches of eye shadow, "Grey slept with the attending surgeon; you slept with a doctor only associated with surgeons because he practices cardiology!" She laughed. Ginny looked up to see behind her turned back that Karan was lurking at the doorframe. He smiled shyly and walked away after nodding. Ginny smiled at him.

"What?" Kara asked.

"Nothing," said Ginny, "I really think that you and Karan should actually go out on a date."

"He's too shy, and it would be weird for me right now to make the first move. Especially after, well after Brian. The only thing right now to get us together is magic….god Ginny, I wish magic existed." Ginny looked down sadly.

"Honey, even if magic existed, you couldn't use magic to sway his heart, trust me, it's a lot harder than that," said Ginny.

"I guess you're right, but it's not bad imagining right?" Asked Kara.

"No, it isn't," said Ginny, "What time is it?" she asked.

"7:55," said Kara.

"Shit, I'm late," said Ginny standing up. "How do I look?"

"Beautiful," said Kara. Ginny smiled and hugged her. "Good luck," she said.

"You too," Ginny smiled, leaving, winking at Karan standing at the doorway. She rushed down the stair s to the lobby and encountered Roger Milford sitting at a chair reading one of the Time magazines. She sighed, and walked up to him, trying to push her past life as far from her mind as possible.

"Ready?" He asked smiling.

"Ready," said Ginny. He reached down and clasped her hand and they both walked out the doors of the hospital.

"You don't have your car here do you?"

"No, you drove me here, remember!" Ginny exclaimed. They both smiled shyly and headed to his small Lexus.

"So, where do you want to eat?" Roger asked.

"I don't know," said Ginny

"How about we go over to my place across the river, rent some movies, and order some pizza? And then maybe…" Ginny shoved him lightly. Roger continued, "I'm not in the mood to go to an actual sit down restaurant…but I'll do anything. I just want to spend some time with you." He smiled and put his hand on top of hers.

"Your house sounds great. I don't think I could stomach anything other than pizza right now," said Ginny. They both breathed a sigh of relief.

"So what do you want to watch?" asked Roger pulling out from the hospital.

"How about eighties movies?" Ginny asked, "You know, like the Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink, or Sixteen Candles?"

"Fan of Molly Ringwald?" asked Roger.

"Duh!" replied Ginny.

"Have you seen Highlander?" asked Roger. Ginny shook her head.

"Well that's a really good movie, how about we watch that?"

"I don't mind, is it in the eighties?"

"That and the medieval period," said Roger, "and it has GREAT music."

"Who does it?"

"Queen…" said Roger turning to her at the red light. Ginny nodded her head.

"They're British right?"

"Yeah…" said Roger.

"Well, I never really listened to that kind of stuff when I was in school," said Ginny, thinking of Hogwarts, but trying to push it away.

"What did you listen to?"

"Oh, there was an obscure group, in my town…called Macbeth," she said hastily. Roger smiled as they crossed the river.

"Well, Ginny, you're going to have to listen to Queen…and the Beatles….and some Led Zeppelin, because everyone needs a stairway to heaven," he smiled. They exited into Covington and stopped a few minutes later into some the Riverside Apartment Complex. They walked up to Roger's apartment, turned the key and entered. The place was a mess: medical journals were strewn everywhere, books lay carelessly on the couch, and clothes hung from every area, even the fan blades.

"Sorry," he said, "it's a small mess."

Small, thought Ginny. He threw his coat over to the couch.

"Have a seat," he said, "if you can find room on the couch," he joked, "just shove everything off to one side while I order some pizza…do you want pepperoni?"

"Just cheese is fine," said Ginny.

"Great," said Roger dialing the number. "Hey Guido, I need a medium cheese large pizza, okay thanks." They sat on the couch and flipped the channels. "Ironically enough, I have Highlander right here; do you want to watch until the pizza arrives?" Ginny was walking around, opening the doors. When they had been together, it was at the Hilton Netherland Plaza, she had never seen his place before.

"Where do you sleep?" She asked.

"Eager to see the bedroom?" He joked. Ginny smiled sarcastically. "Well, it's the second door to the left, the bathroom is the first one, and the door to the right is the coat closet…but I never use it…" he paused. Ginny smiled and opened the door. The bedroom was surprisingly cleaner than the rest of the house. She felt Roger's breath on her neck.

"It's usually messier, my charts are strewn all over the floor, and my laptop is on the bed along with my phone and pager…" he kissed her neck fondly. Ginny turned to him and put her arms around his neck and ruffled his blond tresses playfully. They looked into each other's eyes and smiled. He brought his head forward and put a hand under her chin and slowly brought his lips on hers and they kissed softly, slowly, as if nothing in the world could bother them…ever. It was the most beautiful kiss Ginny could remember since she was fifteen, even after the previous night of passion. As his hands moved towards her back, they heard the doorbell ring. They pulled apart, keeping their foreheads touching. They smiled shyly.

"Roger," Ginny whispered, "I think the pizza is here." Roger looked down and sighed.

"To be continued right?"

"Right," said Ginny. She smiled in glee as he opened the door and took the pizza and paid. He placed the pizza on his countertop separating his living room from the kitchen.

"Right, so you want to eat on the couch or in the kitchen?"

"Sure," said Ginny while picking up some of the books and the clothes on his couch.

"Which one?"

"Um, how bout the kitchen," said Ginny.

"Oh just throw that stuff on the floor," said Roger. Ginny placed the materials tenderly onto the floor and followed Roger to the small fold up table. He pulled out a chair for her and they both ate in relative silence. "Ginny, this is great. You know, I've never felt comfortable enough with a girl to go this far with them on our first date. Come to think of it, it's usually this that drives them away," said Roger grinning. Ginny reached over and tousled his hair.

"Well, at least if an earthquake hits, then the room won't change very much," she laughed. He nodded his head sarcastically.

"You know who you look like when you do that?" she asked.

"Who?"

"James Spader," said Ginny.

"Boston Legal?" Asked Roger.

"No, Pretty in Pink," said Ginny, "You know, evil, hot Steff…" she smiled.

"I'm glad you think I'm hot," said Roger standing up, as he had finished his pizza. Ginny was finished too. "Do you want another?"

"No thank you," said Ginny.

"So do you want to watch the movie?" He asked after stuffing the dishes into the sink.

"Not particularly…you?"

"Not so much," said Roger, "Well, what do you want to do?" He asked. Ginny grabbed his hand, and with a devilish grin, she pulled him into his bedroom. Giggles could be heard from Ginny as their lips pressed together once more, and this time they had more heat behind the kisses.

"Oh Roger," said Ginny. And the door slowly closed.

Thanks for reading guys! More soon, I promise. This time I have a better idea…and please review….and look up pictures of James Spader in Pretty in Pink, good movie, and Spader was hot. Haha! Please review.