Roger dropped Maureen off at her house and watched her walk up to her front door before he drove away. He looked at the road and smirked. "That ass of hers is like the eighth world wonder. Holy shit. I hate being her best friend and knowing I will never get any," he murmured and looked down. "You better stay down, Captain Dick," he murmured before driving off.

Maureen walked into her house, the smile still on her face. She saw her older sister and her mom watching Oprah and rolled her eyes. She really couldn't stand her family. The only person she could stand was her little brother, Hunter. He was a sweet, innocent little boy; not like most little brothers that you hear about.

"How's Roger?" Maureen's mother, Nancy, asked as she looked up from the television and over to Maureen.

"Yeah and where is he? He usually comes over and eats all of our food and plays Transformers with Hunter," Maureen's older sister, Leslie, pointed out. "And then you guys go in room and do God knows what."

Maureen immediately rolled her eyes. "We watch Batman and eat," she told her. "And, what do you do when you're room when you're with boys? Uhm, I think one time, you came out with stuff around your mouth." Maureen smiled sweetly, seeing her sister's eye lower into a glare. Slut, the diva thought with a smile. "Well, I got to go get ready."

Maureen's mom's ears immediately perked up. "Where you goin'?" She questioned.

"I have a date." And there Maureen goes again. With the freaking blushing. Great. She's going to look like a walking and talking tomato. That's totally not attractive.

Leslie's eyes widened. "Oh, my GOD! WITH WHO!? Do I know him? Is he cute? Oh, my god! WHO IS IT?! Answer me woman!" She squealed, finding it to be very funny that Maureen had a date and it wasn't anyway related with Roger.

"Chris," Maureen stated, as she walked towards her bedroom. "Pascal," she added, knowing her sister was just about to ask Chris Who.

Leslie's eye brows narrowed. He's going to take advantage of my little sister. "Aw! That's cute! Wait, how do you know him?" She asked and Maureen just shut her bedroom door so she could get ready. She really didn't want to talk to her sister what so ever. She actually hated her. With a burning passion.

Maureen looked around her room and then wlaked over to her CD player, blasting Guns 'N Roses, her second favorite. She got out clothes and looked in the mirror, suddenly thinking she wasn't all that pretty like she thought she was. She took in a deep breath, shaking her head. "Why would he ask me out?" She questioned herself and leaned forward, getting a closer look of her face in the mirror. Then, the phone rang. She jumped and lowered the music, pressing the Talk button.

"Hello?" It was Chris. Maureen's heart skipped about five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred beats. She told him her address and asked what she should wear to the party he was taking her too. He said whatever made her comfortable; for Maureen, that meant tight, tight, TIGHT clothes. "See you at seven," she said before hanging up and putting the phone down before jumping up and down and squealing like a little fan girl. "Woo, okay, clam down, Johnson. Gotta be cool." She paused and looked around before squealing again.

Six thirty came strollin' around and Maureen was in her cutest outfit she could get together. It was a short denim mini with a pink camisole and a white quarter sleeved shirt to go over it. She was looking pretty damn sexy and she had to admit herself. Then, the door bell rang. She looked at the clock and saw that it said 6:35. Early?

She got up, and answered the door, seeing Chris standing there with a single white rose with a red ribbon tied around the stem. Okay, that's pretty freaking cute. "Hey," she said, her voice a little shaky from being all nervous.

"Hey, you," Chris said and handed her the rose. "This would be for you." He smiled and saw Leslie in the dining room, staring at Maureen and him. "Leslie's your sister?" He asked and smirked. "Wow, small world."

Maureen rolled her eyes. "She's just my sister. Nothing big. But, I say we get going before my dad comes home and starts asking you all these questions." She smiled.

"Alright," Chris said with a small chuckle before taking her hand and leading her out of her house and grinned when he saw what she was wearing. "You look really beautiful tonight," he said and opened his passenger seat door to his 1969 Ford Mustang, in the color red.

But, Maureen didn't go in the car. Her eyes were fixed on the mustang, with her jaw to the ground. "This is your car?" She asked, shocked. This is the car she wanted her dad to get her when she got her permit, but she hasn't exactly passed that test yet.

Chris chuckled. "Yeah, why?"

Maureen just shrugged. "Its … beautiful," she stated with a giggle.

"And so are you," Chris said in return, seeing Maureen's face turn a deep red. He smirked, and watched Maureen step into the car. "Ready to go to a party?" He asked once he sat down in the drivers seat and started the engine. The car made the most beautiful purring noise, and Maureen smiled once the echo of it hit her eardrums.

"Of course," Maureen answered and felt her heart race a bit more. She could tell that tonight was the beginning of something. She didn't know what. But, she knew that this was the start of it.