May 1998- Stanford, California

The parting of ways

She felt so far away from him, physical she was sitting right in front of him on the lawn overlooking the pond on campus. Greg was sitting behind her, resting his head on top of hers, his arms wrapped around her waist, holding both her hands in his. Mentally, he knew she was miles away trying to understand why he was hurting her this way.

"Way to go you fucking moron. You finally break up with Dana and start dating the girl who's been crushing on you since she saw you at work two years ago, and Dana comes back on your doorstep about two months later saying you knocked her up. At least you're finished with school so you can support your offspring," thought Greg. His grip tightened on Jenna.

"Jen, you have to know I didn't want or mean to end things with you like this. I never meant to hurt you either. If I had known Dana was pregnant, I wouldn't have ended things with her and started seeing you. You can't begin to understand how sorry I am," said Greg. He felt her sigh and she started pulling on her hair.

"Are you going to marry her?" Greg felt like she punched him in the gut.

"I don't know, I wanna be there for the baby and if marrying Dana is what I have to do to be their...than yes"

"Som man reder sa ligger man," said Jenna looking at him. Greg had to smile.

"So you remember my family history."

"I'm part Italian, part Mexican and a bit Irish and the last time I checked a woman, so according to my mother I'll never forget anything," Jenna looked back at the pond trying to reorganize her thoughts. "Greg are you sure she's not yanking your chain. Dana hated seeing you happy." Greg sighed.

"Dana wouldn't joke about this," Jenna nodded and looked at him again.

"If I hadn't have been such a coward telling you how I really felt you wouldn't be in this mess."

"I could have ended things with Dana sooner too, but sadly I was thinking with my head and not the one on my shoulders." He pushed some of her hair away from her face. "Jen, you're like the closest thing I've ever had to a best friend." Jenna raised an eyebrow.

"You... Mr. Popular…I'm the closest thing you've ever had to a best friend. I think that should go into the book of lame break up lines, right next to 'It's not you, it's me." Jenna turned back to the pond and Greg sighed.

"I'm serious; I've had friends' lots of friends. But they're not like you, you're sweet and kind and you always come up with the best jokes to play on Barb and you've always been there to listen to me." Greg reached out and took Jenna's hand. "I don't wanna lose my best friend now, are you sure you wanna go back to Vegas?"

"It's just for the summer, than I come back to finish my Bachelors. I can still call you right?" asked Jenna.

"You can call, write, e-mail me anytime you want. Dana can't control who I talk too," Greg said. He got in front of her and made himself look into her eyes. "I'm sorry that I've hurt you." Jenna's eyes clouded over and she moved into his lap.

"I just wanna stay here a little longer…okay." She closed her eyes and put her head on his chest. Greg closed his eyes and held her close.

"I won't forget the way you smirk right before a prank goes off on Barb, I won't forget that you sing at your desk while you're on hold, that you like the color light purple, that you prefer Pepsi to Coke and I won't forget how great it felt the first time I kissed you in the stairwell after Dana and I got into that huge fight…and I won't forget all the other little things that made me crazy about you," thought Greg listening to Jenna sniffle into his shirt.