Before Ada Wong

Author's note: I do not own Resident Evil, nor will I ever own it.

Now you know how Chris Redfield and I met, so we're going to fast forward two years. On to the next victim to enter my life, Kevin Ryman.

"I don't even know why I'm here." I kept on repeating through my mind, as I stood in the corner of the party. Raccoon high school decided to welcome all of it's soon to be freshman with a club like party. The strobe lights filled the room with a plethora of blues, greens, reds, blues, and purples. I attempted to fix my extremely tight, mid thigh length, little black dress. Personally, I found happiness in dressing to impress, but I was a very socially awkward girl. Examining the dance floor, my eyes feasted upon everyone dancing together. Some were impressive dancers, while others just made fools of themselves.

"Are you too cool to dance?" A voice barely made it to my ears through the booming music. Turning, a brunette man stood beside me. He was dressed in a cop uniform, so I assumed he was security. Deciding whether to talk or not, I quickly decided to walk off on into the dining area.

"Hey!" He followed behind me. When I could actually hear my heels clicking, I spun around to him.

"I figured it would be better if you could actually understand what I'm saying." I informed him, and he smiled.

"I'm Kevin, Kevin Ryman." He held out his hand. Hesitating on taking it, our eyes met. I almost instantly melted into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes. Without realizing it, I'd taken his hand and was just holding it.

"I'm Amythist" His hands were so warm and soft, I couldn't bear to loosen my grip. Ignoring all the music and the crowd around us, I gave him my complete attention.

"Uh, Amythist? You can let go now." He smiled, as I blushed and pulled my hand away.

"Sorry, I must've gotten distracted."

"It's okay; I didn't notice myself for a moment."

"Hey do you want to go outside for a little while?" He questioned. Normally, I wouldn't have even talked to the guy, but he did have on a uniform. I know it's stupid of me to just assume he's a cop, but he's got a good aura about him. It doesn't help that he's absolutely gorgeous.

"Sure." I took his arm, and he led us out of the noise. The night was the perfect temperature, with the wind keeping it just right.

"So Kevin, why don't you tell me about yourself?" I know it was a little personal for just meeting him, but he seemed so interesting that I just couldn't help myself.

"Well, I'm twenty two years old, and I work for the Raccoon City police department. I spend most my time at Raccoon high, as part of security." He answered, a grin still plastered to his face. "What about you?"

Delayed, it took a moment for me to reply. "I'm fifteen years old, and I'm a soon to be freshman. I came to this party because I felt like not being at home alone tonight with nothing to do." I stated, a little sad to say my age. He wore a shocked expression on his features.

"There is no way your fifteen." He called me out.

Nodding I said "Well, I am, but I feel twenty six trapped in a fifteen year olds body."

Smiling he commented, "Sweetheart your twenty six playing fifteen, you have the body to match how you feel."

Making me blush, I let a smile form. We began making conversation about ourselves, our family, our likes, our dislikes, and basically everything. I loved just standing there with this man I just met. Time seemed to fly, because before we knew it everyone was exiting the party.

"Wow, it's already midnight." I exclaimed a little surprised.

"I know right, it feels like it's only been five minutes, if even that." Kevin agreed. Within a moment later, we heard honking. Looking around, I spotted Momma in her slick black car, ready to pick me up. Kevin knew I had to leave, but before I walked away he snagged my wrist.

"I know we only met a few hours ago, but I'd really like to see you again." Reaching into his pocket, he handed me a card. "That's my number, please call anytime you want to." Smiling I accepted the little piece of paper, and broke free from his hold.

"I will, I promise." I winked at him, rushing to my car.

"What was that about? Did you get in trouble?" Momma bombarded me with questions, as I tried to buckle up.

"No mom, we were just creating conversation." I reassured her, as we began on our way home.