A/N: Please go back and read Chapter 1, I edited it a bit and added a little bit more. Thanks for reading!

Mac had more than a problem. Dick Casablancas had intruded her mind to the extent that she was regressing to her high school state of mind. Mac had even caught herself daydreaming and staring at her phone for hours on the day after she saw Dick last, when he told her that he wanted to hang out with her. It only occurred to her at about midnight that Dick didn't even have her number. For a computer genius, Mac thought she needed to smart up.

Mac and Veronica had decided to move in together this semester. Veronica had found a little apartment and had begged Mac to move in with her. Mac had already made a commitment to the dorms, but Veronica, of course, had a few things up her sleeve and was able to get Mac out of her dorm room contract and with one hundred dollars added to her lunch account. There are definitely perks to having Veronica Mars as a best friend, that's for sure. However, Veronica came up with this little scheme after Mac's family helped her move into her dorm room and since they weren't crazy with Mac living off-campus, she needed to move all of her stuff by herself. Parker said that she would miss her, but surprisingly she wasn't mad about Mac moving in with her archenemy, Veronica.

As Mac looked at the plethora of heavy boxes in her room just waiting to be moved she came up with the perfect idea. This would be a perfectly good time to call Dick. He did say that he wanted to hang out... right? Mac couldn't move by herself, after all. There were too many things for her to carry by herself and while she had planned to ask for Wallace's help, this would be the perfect excuse to interact with Dick without the Veronica and Logan's watching eyes.

She dialed up Logan and asked for Dick's number, much to Logan's amusement.

"Ah Mac, so you finally want the Dick. Great choice, but you might want to make sure you're really ready to give up every ounce of pride left in ya before you make that booty call. Also, let me tell you a secret.. I caught him watching Ghost World last night without his pants…"

"LOGAN! Don't tell me. Can you please just give me his number? I just want to ask him about something". She was glad that Logan couldn't see her blush through the phone.

"Sure sure, Mac. Be careful."

Mac added it to her contacts, said goodbye to Logan, and clicked the call button before she could change her mind.

"Hello?" Dick answered.

"Hi it's…."

"Mac?!" Dick was surprised, but he sounded happy.

"Yeah, I just wanted…."

"You know, I thought I'd have to butter you up just a little bit more, Ghost World, before you started to make booty calls. But since you insist.."

Mac was honestly a little bit worried about how closely this resembled the conversation she just had with Logan. Mac laughed. "Dick, no. I was just wondering you know...how you said you wanted to hang out? Well, I need help moving and I was wondering if you could come over with your truck and help me get everything over there in one trip or so".

"Yeah of course, Mac. I don't mind. I get it, you need some big, strong, Thor-like guy to help you carry heavy boxes down the stairs. Luckily, I have it all; the body, the hair, and the big hammer."

Mac didn't miss a beat. "Well, Dick. I was always more of a Loki girl myself."

"So, you like them bad, Mac? Trust me, I can be bad".

"I know you can". Mac said with just a little deeper than she had intended too. Great. Now I've crossed the line and have given him encouragement. Mac felt nervous all of a sudden.

"Good. Maybe I'll be able to show you when I get there...When do you want me...to be there?".

"Now. If you don't mind."

They hung up and within twenty minutes Dick was knocking at her door.

"Hey," Dick said as he strode into her room and surveyed all of the boxes.

"Hi," MAc said sheepishly. Mac wanted to beat her head against the wall. Dick wasn't stupid with the ladies and like Veronica, Mac thought that Dick would be able to see right into her soul and detect the butterflies she had in her stomach when he looked at her. Pathetic. How did this happen? Why do I have a crush on Dick Casablancas? Casablancas...A bad idea once again.

"So, we have to take all these boxes and what else?"

"And my TV. That's it. Thanks for coming here."

"No problem. It shouldn't take that many trips, right?" Dick grinned at her.

Dick was right. It took only four trips and they were headed to Dick's truck for the last time.

Much to Mac's surprise, Dick opened up the car door.

"When did you become such a gentleman, Dick?". Mac flashed him one of her trademark goofy grins.

"I didn't,' Dick stated simply as he smacked Mac's butt while she climbed into the truck.

"Hey!"

"Don't worry about it Mac. It wasn't anything sexual, I am merely trying to figure out which ass is yours on Logan's ass-site. Logan told me you were on there! Don't lie." Dick looked over at her as he fastened his seat belt.

"That ass-site is also partly mine, Dick! And I had to put a picture on there. We needed a few submissions before anyone else would even think of submitting. There's me, Veronica, Parker..." Mac did have a picture or two on the site, it made for a nice self esteem boost. She had gotten an eight after all and she was damn proud of it. To make the site more successful, Logan and Mac decided to follow the Zuckerberg tradition and set up a college version of the site, in which people got to rate the asses of their classmates. It was a total cash cow, she knew that much. Mac was in charge of the technical aspects, but she really had no idea how much her share would be worth after the summer. She was supposed to go over to Logan's this week and get her first check.

"Where are we even going? Where is your new place, Mac?" Dick wondered as they headed out onto the main highway. This is the part Mac had been dreading.

"You're gonna laugh at this…it's right across the street from the Grand. At that new apartment complex."

"Ah, now if it wasn't for Veronica's obsession with Logan, I might be calling you a stalker. Dude, are you sure you're not going to be using Ronnie's binoculars to peek in the penthouse?"

"Veronica's? I have my own pair of binoculars, you can't be a sidekick without the proper equipment. And I can get into that penthouse whenever I want, Dick."

"And you're very welcome at any time. Especially, you know, in the middle of the night, when Veronica's off somewhere on a stake-out and you need the comfort of a man."

"Ha! I'll doubt that will happen, Dick."

"Don't say my name like it's an insult, Mac."

They pulled up to the apartment and it again took only four trips to bring all of Mac's things into her bedroom. On the last trip, Dick was only carrying one box.

When they arrived at the door, Dick threw the box inside of the apartment. Mac only had a split second to be confused before Dick swooped her up in his arms, like a groom would do to his bride on their wedding night. Mac giggled and looked up at Dick as he carried her through the doorway.

"Dick. Now don't read too much into this, but I just realized that I need to buy a bed."

Dick was still holding her, but with that remark he threw Mac and himself onto the carpeted floor and straddled Mac. Mac was in complete shock. Dick brought down a hand to her face. "We can do it on the floor," Dick said darkly, followed by a laugh moments later.

"Dick!" Mac squealed and used all of her force to escape from Dick and tackle him back down to the floor. She was trying to pin his arms down but he was fighting her off easily. He was all muscle, and while Mac had previously been into the skinny and geeky type, Dick had changed her mind. Both were laughing hysterically as they tried to fight each other off.

"Mackie"' Dick laughed heartily. "Quit. Trying. To. Take. My. Clothes. Off."

In a fleeting and daring moment, Mac quit laughing and reached her hand over to Dick's stomach as he lay on the floor, recovering from their impromptu wrestling match. He looked down wide-eyed at her. Mac slightly rolled up his shirt and placed her palm on his abs. They were even better than she had imagined. Dick tensed at her touch.

Oh my God? What am I doing? She needed an escape plan. Mac made quick eye contact and then slowly pulled he hand away. Mac didn't want to embarrass herself further by even attempting anything else. Why had she done that in the place? Dick's flirting today was getting to her. Mac knew that she shouldn't be taking it seriously. He was Dick after all. He flirts with every girl and she had no reason to believe he would be attracted to her. Stupid! Pretend like nothing happened, Mac!

Mac stood up, brushed off her shirt, and didn't look at Dick.

"I'll take you bed shopping, Mac. I'm an expert". Thank God! He's acting like it didn't happen.

Dick Casablancas wasn't one to take things slow, but when Mac had merely touched him he felt more satisfied than he had in ages. Holy shit, he thought. Mac was not his type, but he was simply stunned when she walked into the Neptune Grand the other day with Ronnie. Mac was cute before, and while she still looked like herself, Dick detected a subtle change in her that made him stop in his tracks. It was as if Mac had shed the last remaining bits of her high school self over the summer and transformed into a woman who absolutely glowed and was effortlessly sexy. To say that it took Dick by surprise would be an understatement.

When he heard that Mac and Ronnie were coming over, Dick had planned what he was going to say to Mac. He wanted to get closer with her, simply as friends. His summer surfing trip had been the first time in his life where he actually felt like he was able to figure out who he really was, behind the stupid facade he had been wearing for all his life. Sure, Dick had a little bit of sex on his vacation, but it wasn't a blur of parties, drinking, and random women like his other vacations with Logan had been. Dick actually had found the time to think. During all that thinking, Dick had learned about himself, but he knew he would never be complete until he learned about who his brother, Cassidy, truly was. There was more to Cassidy than the kid who was molested and blew up a bus full of kids. Dick was sure of it. There was more to Cassidy than Dick ever could imagine and Mac was the only person who might have even an inkling of insight about Cassidy. After a full summer of contemplation, Dick decided that he needed Mac's friendship more than anything. Friendship. Dick never planned to have butterflies when he sat next to Mac on the couch that night, but they hadn't gone away since.

What the fuck was he going to do? If any other girl had touched him like that, he would have taken control and moved onto the next base instantly. Shit, now she probably thinks I'm not into her. Way to act like a dick. Mac moved her hand away and stood up, with regret clearly on her face.

Pretend like it didn't happen, Dick. Damn, this is going to be difficult.