Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters besides Laura, Kayla and Steven.

Summery: Just as Laura's trying to get through her last year in high school and forgetting about her ex boyfriend Steven, she goes job hunting for anything. Desperate for a job, she's hired as the second Night Guard at the Museum of Natural History. Working along side of Larry as history comes to life each night, she finds herself falling for Larry...and someone else. But only one of them ends up feelings the same way for her. Will she end up breaking from her heartbreak and let herself be happy once again while trying to help Larry keep peace and order in the museum?

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ShelteredBrokenHeart: Awe, thanks so much for the review. That really made me smile. Glad to know people really enjoy the story. :)

pinkxjellybean: W-what's confusing you? O.O

Astra-The-Goddess: Hahaha well...And Larry's only supposed to be about six years older than her. :/ And we'll just have to find out! ;)

A/N: I fairly apologize for how long it took to update it. But I assure you, this story will soon be finally completed! :D I decided to add one more chapter onto the story after this chapter. Sorry for a short chapter also. 3

Chapter Twelve – Perfect

I looked at myself in my floor length mirror in my darkened room. The blue dress I hadn't worn in ages seemed to fit me so well now. I didn't bother with my hair, so I put it up in a classic bun. I had a bit of blue shimmery eyeshadow on and liquid eyeliner, but that was about it besides my Burt's Beeswax lip balm I've been addicted to lately.

Then the doorbell rang. I turned my head to look at my closed bedroom door. I slipped my feet into my black flats and opened my bedroom door, heading to the door to the apartment. I opened it, seeing Derrick in his usual classic business suit. I saw the bouquet of roses poking out from behind him. In response to his sight, I giggled.

"You look beautiful," Derrick complimented me as I showed him to the living room.

My cheeks reddened and I looked away from him. "Thank you," I said. "I'm almost ready. Just need to grab my purse and jacket," I said as I hurried into my room and grabbed my black leather jacket that used to be my sister's when she was going through her dark phase. I then grabbed my classic black purse I changed from my messenger's bag to.

"Ready?" he asked as he sat up from the couch.

Before I knew it, we were sitting down at a candle-lit dinner in a really nice restaurant called Cosley's. I ordered a plate of spinach lasagna and he ordered a steak. We talked about our likes, dislikes, interests, and such. It was actually really nice. I found Derrick to be kind-hearted, caring, charming, and funny. He really had a great personality. But somehow, nothing compared to...Ahkmenrah...and I know I really shouldn't be thinking about him. But being that I was going to visit the museum this Friday night, as promised, I couldn't help but think about what may happen. A fight? Broken heart? What...

I had my hand resting on the table by the candle, just before my glass of coke. My heart skipped an unnatural beat when Derrick reached and rested his hand atop mine. My smile I had been holding all evening slowly vanished. His hand felt exactly like Ahkmenrah's had felt. Warm and filled with electric charge. Almost as if it felt like it was meant to be kinda.

So my unsure and shocked frown soon turned into a happy and warm smile. I turned my hand over so that my palm was touching his and that my fingers were wrapped around his hand. He did the same in return. It felt so right.

"So how old are you?" he asked me.

I giggled. "Nineteen. You?" I asked as I took a bite of my last piece of lasagna.

"Twenty three," he replied as he ate the last bite of his steak.

I nodded my head. Four years older than me. Interesting. I never asked Ahkmenrah how old he was when he died. Maybe I'd ask him this Friday...