Greg turned the car into park as he found a spot in the parking lot of Riley's dorm. He looked to her and she took that as her cue to get out. She opened the door and got out. As she did so, she shut the door and waved her arm, a motion for Greg to come with her.

He raised an eyebrow as he killed power to his car and pulled out the keys. He unlocked his door and got halfway out. "You want me to come with you?" he wanted to make sure so that he didn't feel like he was creepily following her. She nodded as he got out of his car completely.

"I didn't want you out here bored. You can sit in my room and watch TV or something while I take a shower." she grabbed the bottom of her hair, which was now crusty with dried alfredo sauce.

Greg laughed, letting Riley lead the way back up into her dorm. "I'm getting flashbacks to Stanford. Damn, I feel old." he said, looking up and down the hallway walls. Riley rolled her eyes.

"You're like what? Twenty-four, my mom said? You're a newbie out of college. You ain't that old." she tried to stoke his ego as she fished her room keys out of her purse and unlocked the door. She was surprised when she led herself and Greg into the small, apartment like area was empty. "Huh, Alice must be at her boyfriend's for the night." she said, tossing her keys and purse onto the small kitchen counter.

'Keeps her place hell of a lot cleaner than mine was.' he thought, looking around the room.

Riley kicked her shoes off into the corner. "Um, you can watch the TV if you want. I promise not to take long." she said, pulling Greg's jacket off of her shoulders and debated whether or not to hand it back. She shook her head, tossing it onto a chair. "I'll send it to the campus laundry for you. I owe you." she said. Greg nodded and plopped himself down onto the couch and turned on the television as Riley walked into what he thought was her room.

She came out a few moments later with clothes in her hand and she smiled quickly at him before dashing into the bathroom and shutting the door. She looked into the mirror,making a sour face at her appearance.

Only a few hours ago, she was dressed prim and proper with actually quite cute hair and now, well frankly, she looked like a hot mess. Groaning, she started the shower up, stripping out of her dress, black laced bra and matching boy shorts, tossing them into the hamper before taking the pins out of her hair and getting into the shower and pulling the curtain across.

After about ten minutes of cleaning and thinking, Riley killed the water supply to the shower and reached out for the towel on the hook, wrapping it around her chest as she wrung out her blond hair into the tub and bringing her hair in front of her shoulder.

Approching the mirror above the sink, Riley moved her hand across it, clearing some of the fog and she began to dress. She had gotten her white and blue boy shorts on and her loose jeans on, followed by the matching bra and her Queen tee shirt on. She decided just to get her flip flops on the way out again, not wanting to put tennis shoes on. She used the towel to hand dry her hair as she exited the bathroom, seeing Greg engrossed with something on the TV.

As she was on her way to the couch, she snatched Alice's brush off the shelf, not caring if she'd throw a hissy fit. "Watcha watching?" Riley asked, sitting down next to him on the couch.

Greg managed to pull his eyes away from the television to Riley and what was meant to be a quick glance, turned out to be a stare. He was used to seeing girls all dolled up in makeup, but Riley looked really cute in her natural skin. Riley opened her mouth to get him back to Earth when subconsciously, Greg's hand reached out and touched Riley's cheek.

Biting her lip, Riley really had no idea how to react. Although she'd never felt any guy's hand or fingers were that soft. She cracked a smile, but then snapped her fingers in front of Greg's face. "Anyone in there?" she wondered, jokingly.

Greg shook his head, coming to his senses. "Oh um. Rosemary's Baby." he nodded towards the movie and Riley let out a dry laugh.

"Irony, my friend, irony." she commented, tossing the towel somewhere on the other side of the room and started to brush the kinks out of her hair. She was brushing her hair and watching the television aimessly when one of the scary parts of the movie came on, causing Riley to squeal, toss her brush away and grab the closest thing to her...which happened to be Greg.

Greg let a low chuckle escape his throat when Riley grabbed onto his shirt and dug her face into his arm. "Relax. It just went to a commercial." he laughed a few moments later.

Cautiously, Riley pulled her head away from Greg's arm with a deep exhale. "I'm really sorry." she laughed, nervously. "I just freaked." she explained shakily.

"So, I've seen." he laughed, casually draping his arm around her shoulders. "Don't worry, Greggo will keep you safe from the devil...hopefully." he grinned.

Riley puffed out her cheeks, letting the air out slowly before speaking. "Actually, do you want to just chill here and we can order a pizza or something?" she suggested, shrugging her shoulders at the idea.

"Sounds cool." Greg smiled yet again towards Riley. The young woman couldn't even keep a smile off of her face. "What?" Greg laughed about the grin plastered on her face.

She shook her head. "Nothing, Just that maybe this thing wasn't such a bad idea after. Granted, not the best date I've ever had, but...I've had worse." she laughed.

Well now, Greg was downright curious, "Really? What could be worse than being covered in someone's dinner?" he gave a laugh as Riley leaned back against the arm slung over her shoulders.

"Being covered in someone's dinner...after it's been eaten." Riley said, looking at Greg's scrunched up face that seem to say, 'No way.' and she nodded, answering his silent question. "Yeah. High school senior carnival. The guy ate two chili dogs and nachos before getting on the Tilt-a-Whirl. When we got off, his head must have still been spinning, because he thought I was the trash can." Riley shuddered.

"Well I promise, I will not puke on you," she looked over at Greg when he said those words. They both laughed for a few good minutes and for the first time since their 'date' started, they were actually having good conversations.

Greg was about to say something in response to something Riley had just said, when he felt lips pressed firmly against his own. He lifted an arm, placing his hand on her cheek, preventing her to pull away until he was ready. He finally did and smirked towards her. "Do you always kiss on the first disastrous date?" he asked softly.

Shaking her head, Riley answered. "No." she said, timidly looking the other way. Greg cupped her face in his hands, turning her to face him again.

"Hey, you know, maybe this date wasn't as much of a bad idea that I thought it would be." he chuckled lightly, stroking her cheek with the pad of his thumb.

Laughing, Riley had no choice but to agree. "Yeah, maybe you're right." she said, pulling away, clearing her throat and holding her hand out to Greg's bewilderment. "We need to start off on a better note. Hi, I'm Riley. It's a pleasure to meet you." she smiled.

Greg took her hand and shook it softly, before bringing it to his lips and kissing her soft skin. "Sanders. Greg Sanders. The pleasure is all mine." he said, causing Riley to let out a small laugh at his weak attempt of a James Bond greeting.

I think this is going to be the last chapter before the epilogue. I mean, I said it was going to be short and to the point. I may make it into a series as I said too. But nonetheless, I like reviews(: