Hey reader buddies! I really have to hurry up if I want to finish before I'm off to school! I think one or two more chapters until the end. I honestly have no clue where this chapter came from.... I was totally going to have Riley and Jennifer start dating in this chapter but, I guess this works too....

So, one of my friends read this and got a little confused with the I Never part... just in case anyone else doesn't how to play, basically a person says "I never.... wrote a fanfiction." And anyone who HAS written a fanfiction has to drink. I'm sure ya'll know how to play, but just in case. ^_^

And thanks to all of my awesome readers and reviewers! mutantXspawn, xxroxy-dogxx, 4everyoursX, Sucker4aGoodStory, and HookedOnAvatar011. So many reviews for a single chapter and I still took so long to update, I'm sorry!! ='( I'll work harder this time! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter... and doesn't hate me at the end.

Chapter 9: Indisposed in Scooby-Doo Boxers

It had been a while since Jennifer had seen Riley, or even Ben and Abigail. Riley had quit his job and started writing a book the last she heard from him. It was about government conspiracies and other legends. Jennifer was definitely going to buy a copy.

Each person had reacted differently after the discovery of the treasure. Jennifer had decided, albeit grudgingly, not to quit her job. With her portion of the money she could easily have lived without her measly wages, but she didn't have much else to do.

She also decided to wait a bit before traveling. If you asked her why she would have a good, logical reason, but it wasn't what was really holding her back. For some reason she really didn't want to leave the country. And it had quite a bit to do with a certain nerdy up-and-coming author.

She had been tossing around the idea of going back to school, but for what she wasn't sure. She had paid off all of her old college debt and bought a few necessary things: a large television, a fancy laptop, and a manga collection she found on eBay. But with her remaining five million dollars in the bank, she was itching to do something.

The only correspondence she has kept with any of her fellow treasure hunters has been a weekly e-mail correspondence with Abigail, who had also remained at her career. With little real news to share on either side, Abigail's messages consisted mostly of how her and Ben were doing, and blatantly obvious hints telling Jennifer to talk to Riley.

Jennifer wanted to call him. When he gave her his phone number almost a month ago she had every intention of calling him within the first week. But she had nothing to tell him. Nothing new had happened, and without an excuse to call, she kept pushing it back. But now she was prepared. She had the phone in her hand, and the phone number scribbled on a piece of paper on the table in front of her.

"Is nine too late?" Jennifer shook her head, no backing out now! "Ok, be cool Jennifer. The worst that can happen is that he's busy, and he'll say no." Jennifer turned the phone on and waited a moment for the dial tone. She took a deep breath and dialed.

"Hello?" A distinctly female voice answered the phone. Of course his girlfriend is over. Should I even ask him anymore?

"Um, is Riley there?" Jennifer decides to ask anyway, just in case it was a sister he never mentioned or something.

"Who is this?"

"Jenny. I'm a friend of Riley's." She quickly added the friend part, just to be safe.

"Well, he's…. indisposed at the moment." The woman said, sounding as if she was smirking.

"Oh, well could you tell him I called?" Jennifer said quickly, just wanting the conversation to be over.

"Absolutely Jamie."

"It's Jenn-" She hung up. Great. Jennifer hangs up her phone and slaps her forehead.

"Why did I even call?" She asks aloud, groaning dejectedly. Of course he has a girlfriend, what was I thinking? Jennifer glares angrily at the phone. "He's indisposed." She mocks, frowning. "What does that even mean? Stupid… I saw him first…" She grumbles. Eventually she realizes that sitting around pouting isn't doing her any good. With no plans for the night, she changes into a baggy t-shirt and some shorts. She grabs a carton of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream from the freezer along with a spoon, and plops down in front of her new T.V. to watch a movie.

The phone starts ringing half way through, and Jennifer practically flies off of the couch to get it.

"Hello?" She answers quickly.

"Jenny? It's Abigail." Jennifer sighs, before sitting down.

"Oh, hey Abby. What's up?"

"I just got your e-mail. You said you were going to invite Riley to the movie because you got some free tickets. So, did you?"

"I called him an hour ago but some girl answered. She said he was busy."

"Oh, Jennifer. Maybe it was a relative?"

"She insinuated something more." Jennifer said after a short pause. Abigail said something to console her but Jennifer changed the subject over to Abigail and Ben.

After a short conversation, Jennifer headed back to the T.V. to find melted ice cream. She sighed and went to the kitchen for a cup. "A shake works too."

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(Riley's Night)

"Well this stinks." Riley plopped down on his sofa after a long couple of hours spent typing up the latest chapter of his book. His hands were surprisingly cramped. He was not new to using a computer, but the continuous typing was genuinely bothering his fingers. He was still two chapters from finishing, and although he had plenty of ideas for both, he was having trouble with the research.

Google searching both Area 51 and the Kennedy Assassination gave him plenty of information, but what should he include? How many of the alien sightings should be mentioned? Riley sighed, running a hand through his hair. It would be so much easier if he could just type out everything he believed without needing the back-up of other sources, but his editor was not letting him off easy.

The doorbell rang, freeing him from his thoughts. He walked over and pulled open the door. "Marie?"

"Riley!" The woman squealed excitedly, jumping and pulling him into a hug. Riley awkwardly patted her back.

"Wow Marie, I haven't seen you since university. How have you been?" He asks politely, as she struts into his house.

"I've been great! I heard about the whole treasure thing and I had to come congratulate you." She said cheerfully. Riley had to work to keep his eyes trained on her face. Marie had dressed much too skimpy for a friendly visit. She was wearing a shirt so tight it looked like a second skin, one that was very low cut. She wore a mini skirt and four inch heels as well. Riley could feel his face getting red. Her blonde hair was curled and bounced around her shoulders as she stepped past him.

He suddenly remembered another blonde, one who hadn't contacted him in almost a month. He had spent the past three weeks debating on whether or not to call the number Ben gave him. He had given Jennifer his number but after the first week he was convinced she had either no intention of calling him, or she lost it. He hoped it was the latter.

"Riley?" Oh right, Marie is here.

"Sorry, what was it you came for again?"

"I wanted to congratulate you, silly! It's not every day an old friend finds treasure. I brought champagne!" She giggles, pulling a bottle from her purse.

"That really wasn't necessary." Riley said nervously, shaking his head.

"Of course it is! It'll be fun. We can play I never! I love that game." She cheered, heading over to his kitchen and grabbing two glasses. She slipped out of her heels and sat cross-legged on his couch, showing way too much of her legs to be appropriate to mere friends.

"Come on!" She smiled waving him over. Riley glanced up at the ceiling, saying a quick prayer to help him survive through this, and walked over to join her.

"I've never kissed a girl." Marie said, smirking slyly while lifting her glass to her lips. Oh brother. Riley took a swig of his drink as well. "It's your turn Riley." She giggled and Riley knew that this was not going to end well.

He was right. Riley knew he couldn't handle alcohol, but he got tipsy much faster than he expected. He felt light headed after only his second glass, although to be fair the glasses were pretty big. And he hadn't eaten anything since lunch.

"You know, I always thought you were cute." Marie giggled, leaning much too close to him, and resting a hand on his thigh.

"Really?" Riley asked, jaw dropping open. Marie giggled and he shook his head.

"What, do you have a girlfriend?" She asked, pushing him back onto the couch.

"No but.." She cut him off by kissing him. "No! I don't think… I mean…. I haven't talked to you… and Jennifer…." He stumbled, his mind groggily coming up with reasons he shouldn't be making out with the hot blonde throwing herself at him. He stood up and backed towards his hallway. "Maybe you should leave."

"Such a gentleman, like always. But Riley, I don't want to leave." She said seductively, and he shook his head again.

"I really don't…." He said, his head feeling light. "Not a good idea." He said before suddenly falling backwards.

"He passed out?" Marie asked aloud. "Seriously?" She shook her head but leaned over and started carrying/dragging him to his room. She plopped him down on his bed and helped him undress, leaving him in his Scooby-Doo boxers. She couldn't help but laugh as she tucked him in. Then she slipped into his t-shirt. She was about to climb in next to him when she heard the phone ring.