A/N: OH, NO! I never described Kelsie! You all don't know what my main character looks like! So, I'll take a few moments to describe her now, since I don't think I'll be able to find a way to work it into the story. Kelsie is 5-something feet tall (I don't know how tall, exactly, about a few inches shorter than Riley), and slightly heavy (not chubby exactly, but she's definitely not a skinny supermodel), with medium-length straight red hair and emerald-green eyes (cause they can't be blue; no one can compete with Riley's blue eyes). There! All done!

This chapter came out longer than I thought; I just wrote and wrote and all of a sudden I was all WHOA, SLOW DOWN! 12 pages (handwritten) and I'm still not done! So…I'm just going to split it so I can get some of it posted. Heehee, my English teacher caught me writing and thought it was my essay; she thinks I'm going to have a super-duper, extra-long essay now, but I haven't even started…oops, lol!

Here's the part where I seriously embarrass my main characters…like I said, it's fun to do that! (I'm probably going to change my summary again – it's become my signature move – so if you have no idea what I mean, that's okay. You probably just missed the short window of time when I mentioned something about that in my summary.) Three cheers for Riley! He's so hot! 'Kay, I'm done now.

Disclaimer: If I owned National Treasure I would have put myself in the movie as Riley's girlfriend. Riley had no girlfriend in the movie-figure it out. Blah, blah, blah, I own Kelsie and Melissa and the Sweet Tooth Bakery (making an appearance in this chapter and however many chapters after that my evil chapter 4 ends up being split into). Again, I wish I owned Riley, but so many other authors have him locked up in their closets I'm wondering how they all share custody, lol. Enjoy chapter 4!

Chapter 4

"Okay, I give up! You win! Uncle!" Kelsie panted, collapsing onto the grass. "I'm done. I can't run anymore."

"Good," Riley said, breathing heavily. He plopped down on the grass next to her. "I win. So, what do I get for winning?" he asked innocently.

"The pleasure of knowing you have a bigger lung capacity than I do?" she tried, still struggling to catch her breath.

"That doesn't count," he whined. "What kind of a prize is that?"

"Well, what did you have in mind?"

"Dinner?" he suggested.

"Wait a minute, what?" Kelsie was confused. "Didn't you have dinner at the party?"

"Fine, snack then," Riley amended. "There's this little bakery a few blocks away; we can look at the tracking program there just as easily as we could here. Please?" he begged, giving her the puppy-dog-eyes. "I really don't want to go back in to the Historyfest. Old documents smell funny," he finished, wrinkling his nose.

"Okay, fine. Let's go," she laughed. "One question, though: does the Declaration of Independence smell funny?"

He was ready with his comeback. "No, it smells like lemons," he informed her. He stood up and offered a hand to help Kelsie to her feet. She followed him as he led the way to where he had parked his beloved car, a bright red convertible Ferrari. Placing one hand on the door and the other on the headrest, he swung himself expertly into the car and settled into the driver's seat. "Hop in," he invited, turning to look at her.

Kelsie burst into a fit of giggles. "How many times did you practice that in your driveway before you decided you looked cool enough jumping into your car?" she asked, still giggling.

Riley pouted. "It's supposed to impress girls, not make them laugh at me." He glanced sideways at her, but she was still standing there, waiting for an answer. "About 20 times right after I got the car, then a few times a day for the next couple weeks after that," he admitted.

She shook her head and hopped into the car as easily as he had. "What a geek!" she teased as she reached for the seatbelt.

"Yes, I am," he declared proudly. He leaned back and Kelsie blushed when she realized he was rereading the back of her shirt. "Yes, I am most definitely a geek. But you know what?" He leaned over and whispered into her ear: "I think you're a bit of a geek, too."

As Kelsie sat and pondered that last comment, Riley started the ignition of his precious car and pulled away from the parking space. "So, where exactly is it we're going?" she asked, changing the subject away from the whole "geek" thing; she'd figure out what was going on later.

"It's this little bakery I know," Riley told her. "It's just this small, family-owned business a couple blocks away."

"Hmmm, really," she said, nodding. It wasn't really a question.

He could tell by her voice she was hiding something, but he didn't know what – or why. He put the thought out of his mind and focused on his driving. After just a few minutes (there wasn't a lot of traffic; everyone was either watching fireworks somewhere or at home, lighting fireworks), he pulled into a parking space in front of a little building. A sign overhead read:

The Sweet Tooth

Bakery & Catering

Riley grabbed a red backpack from the trunk and they both got out of the car. Kelsie followed Riley, but nearly bumped into him when he stopped in the doorway. She watched, amused, as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. "Man, I love this place," he sighed happily. "I stumbled here on accident sometime in April this year and I just kept coming back."

He took another deep breath, savoring the delicious odors coming from the building. "I especially love the éclairs they sell here – they just started offering them at the beginning of the summer. I found out they are made fresh on Saturday mornings, so I come every Saturday afternoon to buy any they have left–are you okay?" he asked worriedly, breaking off from his story. He rushed over to help Kelsie, who seemed to be having a coughing fit. She was doubled over and seemed to be having trouble breathing.

"Yes," she managed. It came out sounding more like a squeak than anything, though, so she cleared he throat and tried again. "Yes. I'm alright," she confirmed in a more normal voice.

"You sure?" Riley asked doubtfully.

"Positive." She smiled. "See? I'm fine." She put a hand over her mouth and looked at the ground for a second, then lifted her head and took a deep breath. "Come on, let's go inside," she urged, grabbing his hand and pulling him through the doorway.

Riley was not quite sure what had happened. He was fairly certain that Kelsie had been trying not to laugh, but he didn't know why. He hadn't said anything that funny, at least not that he knew. Unless she thought pastries were absolutely hilarious...but that made no sense at all. Something very strange was going on. He followed Kelsie into the bakery. Seeing no one around, he walked over to the counter and knocked on it. Tap, tap-tap, tap-tap!

"MR. RILEY'S HERE!!!!!!" two voices shouted in unison. Two little red-and-blue blurs came racing out of the back room, both shouting excitedly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down, you two!" Riley chuckled at the twins' excitement and bent down so he was on their level. "I can't understand what either of you are saying when you both come running out shouting at the same time like that. Where's your mother?"

Jennifer and Jessica Johnson, age 9, helped their mother clean up the bakery in the evenings. "Mom's loading the dishwasher," Jenny, the older twin (by about 3 minutes), informed him seriously. "MO-OM!!" she yelled toward the kitchen before turning to Riley again. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Yeah, what are you doing here?" Jessie echoed. "It's not Saturday."

Riley laughed. "I know it's not Saturday," he told the girls. "Aren't I allowed to come see you two sweeties on a Monday if I want?"

"Of course. You're welcome here any day of the week, Mondays included."

Riley stood up and smiled at the bakery owner who had just come in and was drying her hands off on a towel. "Hey, Mrs. Johnson," he greeted her, brushing off his knees.

"Hello, Riley." She smiled at him. Then she noticed the redheaded girl behind him. "Kelsie!" she exclaimed, rushing over to give her a hug. "What are you doing here?"

"Hi, Aunt Julie," Kelsie responded as she hugged her aunt.

Haha, now what?

Major oops on Riley's part, but can anyone guess what else he's going to find out about Kelsie in the next chapter to embarrass himself even more!?! You have to review to learn...but points to anyone who figures it out!

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