She looked at herself in the mirror. Was it too much? She knew it was 'Hollywood', but she also knew that real red carpet designer was not exactly what most students had in their wardrobes. This was her favourite cocktail dress though, a simple black spaghetti strapped dress. It was classic Chanel, a timeless signature piece that always turned heads when she wore it. Combined with that her she had curled her hair slightly and kept her make-up quite natural. She had always been the type to go for elegance rather then edginess. Well she'd have to do she decided when she heard a knock on the door. She had butterflies in her stomach; she was dying to see Sandy again but apprehensive at the same time. What if their connection had just been a spur of the moment thing? What if he had decided she was too high maintenance for him? All of these what if's continued to swirl around her ahead until all she could do was laugh when she opened the door. There in front of her was what appeared to be Sandy with a brown paper bag on his head carrying a boutique of flowers.

'Hey'

'Sandy what are you doing with that thing on your head?'

'Oh I thought we could test my theory out you know' he replied as he took it off his head. He only then got the full picture of what stood in front of him. She looked absolutely incredible, she literally looked like she was heading to a star-studded event. Everything about her exuded class, elegance and natural beauty. He really had never seen anything more amazing, he was blown-away.

She on the other hand was thinking a long the same lines. My god he's handsome she thought. He had a tux on, except his shirt was open with his bowtie undone. She was feeling all weak at the knees again.

'Kirsten you look …. Incredible, I mean wow' she blushed at this and looked down. No one had ever responded to her like this. Yes Jimmy had always said she looked nice, but he never really acknowledged it, he expected it.

'Well you don't look so bad yourself'

'Oh these are for you' he handed her the flowers. 'Thought I should you know act like a gentleman considering you accepted my invitation.'

'Aw you shouldn't have but thank you. I'II put them in some water' she took them and headed towards the kitchen. He couldn't help but watch the way her hips moved. She was just so hot. How was he going to control himself around her all night?

She returned to find a rather confused Sandy trying to fix his bowtie, obviously not succeeding very well.

'Come here' she walked over to him smiling that mega-watt smile. 'Let me help' and she started to tie the bow. She finished with in seconds.

'Wow you're a bit of a pro, where did ya learn that from?'

'Oh I used always do my dads when I was at home. It was probably the only thing I did right in his eyes'

'I doubt that's true'

'You don't know my father' she looked up at him and he could see a slightest hint of sadness in her eyes as she continued to fix his tie. He placed his hand on her cheek.

'Did I tell you how incredibly beautiful you look?' his eyes were piercing hers now.

'Yeah you did' she whispered.

'Well it won't be the last time you hear it tonight. Lucky me getting to have you on my arm ….. That is if you don't run off with someone else' he teased.

'Sandy' she giggled, hitting him playfully, 'Come on we better get going otherwise we'II miss the party.'

'Kirsten it's called being fashionably late, every superstar knows that' and he took her hand in his and guided her out the door. She hadn't felt this happy in a long time, things were finally looking up.

'Sandman you made and ……hello who is this' Paul asked.

'Paul this is Kirsten, Kirsten, Paul is one of my buddy's from class'

'Forget this guy and come with me Kirsten, you'd be better off' Paul joked 'no just kidding your not gonna do better then the Sandman here, he's like the smartest tool in the shed it's almost annoying.'

'Paul'

'Hey I'm just putting a good word in for you bro. Kirsten it was nice to meet you enjoy the party'

'Sorry about that he's a bit mad'

'Hey I like hearing glowing reports about you'

'You want a drink'

'Sure' so he lead her over to the drinks table. He still hadn't let go of her hand.

Even though they were at a party along with masses of other people, they spent the night pretty much side by side. They were learning so much about each other. Some important, some not so important. They were growing closer and closer, both with the dept of their conversation and physically. She was sitting at the table turned towards him and he was facing her. This hadn't gone unnoticed, surrounding people were finding this intriguing, Kirsten was well known as the princess of Newport by many and Sandy well one conversation with him and you knew he was capable of running for office. One person however was not so pleased to see this and he headed over towards them.

'Sandy can I talk to you for a sec' Sandy turned it was a not so happy looking Steve.

'Yeah sure but first this is Kirsten' pointing towards her. 'Oh no' Steve thought. He was falling hard, he could see it in the way he looked at her. He had to stop this, Sandy wouldn't be able to take it again.

'Nice to meet you Kirsten, I just need to grab him for a minute' he practically pulled Sandy away from her.

'What the hell are you doing Sandy? Don't you know who she is?'

'What are you talking about?'

'Malibu Barbie over there. Princess of Newport, the richest father in Orange County'

'You're point being?'

'Sandy come on be realistic do you honestly think a relationship with her could go anywhere. Really? You're this weeks distraction, and I can see the way you're looking at her.'

'That's crap, I only met her today plus you don't know her. She's not what you'd think'

'Sandy she gets everything she ever wants, and when she gets bored she moves on. All rich kids do. I just don't want you getting hurt, its taken you long enough to get over Rebecca you don't need to fall for someone who will inevitable return to her bubble of society. Just think about it ok, be careful' Steve left him. Sandy felt like he needed some fresh air so he headed out the back of the building.

Sandy was annoyed, he knew Steve had his best intentions at heart but he knew that Kirsten was different. He didn't know what it was, but he had never felt this much attraction towards anyone even where Rebecca was concerned.

'Sandy' he turned to see her coming towards him. She really was so beautiful and the moonlight just intensified this with the light breeze blowing hair out of her face.

'Hey sorry I just needed some fresh air' she could see that something was troubling him.

'Ok spit it out'

'What?'

'You're clearly upset about something'

'No it's fine'. She was right beside him now, and he turned to face her. Their lips just inches away from each other.

'Ok well then I'II guess. Your friend Steve thinks that I'm using you, or I'm trying to rebel by going out with some one so different to me. I'm a spoilt Newport brat who had everything handed to her on plate so why should I be any different to the next rich kid. Am I right?' Sandy was surprised but he felt incredibly guilty when he saw the look of sadness in her eyes.

'Yeah something like that but that doesn't mean that I feel that way.' He was staring at her now urging her to meet his gaze. When their eyes connected there was the most amazing intensity.

'I'm not like that you know' she whispered 'I came to Berkeley to escape it all'

'I know' and he took her face in his hands and kissed her lightly. It was the most powerful feeling she had ever felt towards another. She had never experienced anything like it before. They stayed outside wrapped in each others arms both thinking destiny had brought them together on this faithful day.

'Kirsten?'

'Yeah?' she looked up at him.

'Can I invite you to dinner in my humble abode tomorrow?'

'Of course' she smiled 'what am I too expect?' mimicking his invitation.

'Let me see bad wine, and pizza in the back of a mail truck. How does that sound?'

'Perfect' she laughed as he kissed her.

Ok next chapter will be the mail truck date. Please Read and Review it keeps me motivated!