A tall copper top with blue eyes starred at him. He stood, dumbfounded for a few seconds. He knew the face, but he couldn’t place the name. Glancing down he saw that she wore loose fitting jeans and a FBI Tee shirt. She carried a leather pilot jacket over her shoulder, around her neck was something he hadn’t seen in years. His sorority letters; the ones he’d been beaten up for because he wasn’t supposed to give them away.

"God, how long has it been, Grace?" he said stepping back to let her in, but she didn’t move. Her eyes remained on the towel that now seemed to be hugging his ankles. Blushing he raced for the bedroom and changed into a pair of jeans.

Grace laid her jacket on his sofa. He had a nice place, she felt better here, like she was home or something. She walked to the small fireplace, above it he had placed a shelf, and on the shelf a few pictures that he hardly ever looked at anymore. Her fingers traced each one and stopped. Reaching behind the others she pulled out a simple frame that contained a simple picture. She remembered it. The last night that they had all been together. A dark brown headed woman sat in a blond mans lap, a bright orange haired woman standing behind them giving them devils horns, and another couple. They sat next to the other three only they looked like they were miles apart from the rest. The taller boy had his arm around the slightly smaller red headed’s waist. She smiled up at him while he was about to lean in for the kiss.

Mark watched from the hallway. He leaned on the wall, he knew which picture she was looking at. His favorite and the hardest one for him to look at. He had loved her then, and seeing her now brought back all those feelings and more. He still loved her, but he had moved on in life, she was probably only here to give him an invite to her wedding or something.

"Why are you here Grace?" He asked joining her in the room, finally. She turned to look at him.

"Well," She swallowed, for a second Mark thought this could be as hard for her as it was for him. "I…wanted to see you."

"Oh. Well, it’s good to see you again. How is, um, Jimmy?" She looked up, startled by the mentioning of the man’s name.

"I really wouldn’t know. Casey and him got engaged last week." Her gaze drifted up and down his body. He had really become a man, filled out in the chest and shoulders. ‘He must work out.’ She thought to her self.

"Oh, I’m sorry it didn’t work out. Look, I’m not trying to be mean or anything but, why did you come here?" He sat on the arm of the sofa, arms resting in his lap. She began to wonder why she had left him back in high school.

"Check your mail lately? The reunion is this weekend." The soft smile that he loved crossed her face. "20 years, god, you’ve changed."

"You haven’t. Still the way I remember you." He cursed himself inwardly for letting that sound so harsh.

"Look, It was a stupid thing to do, and I know it twenty years ago, but I was to proud and stupid to do anything about what I’d done. I just came here to see if you where going and to tell you that I still do have feelings for you. You know you really haven’t changed that much either." She spat the words at him.

"Yeah? Well I don’t. I never have, never will, never did." His tongue burned the words, he instantly regretted saying them, never could control his temper.

She stood, unable to believe how much the man before her had changed. His once warm heart had been turned cold, maybe he had more bad experiences with women then she had thought. Maybe he had lost his heart in a battle unlike she herself had fought. Taking her jacket from the sofa she turned to him.

"I’m sorry, but you used to be the guy that made me happy and I got scared and let you go. I’m sorry it took me twenty years to forget my pride and love you. And I’m sorry that your doing that same thing I did, because in twenty years I won’t be here anymore. So…goodbye have a nice life." She willed herself to turn and walk away once more, this time it would be for good. She opened the door and heard a sound behind her. She turned, he was sobbing in to his hands, trying to be quiet. She stopped and then approached him.

She knelt down by his shaking body. Gently she lifted her hand and brushed a few stray hairs out of his face. Afraid that if she spoke he would run or snap at her again, she rested her hand on the back of his neck. His hands left his face and settled back into his lap. His eyes stayed down, avoiding hers.

"I’m sorry, Grace, I’m just still hurt you know? I mean you just dropped me like I was nothing and moved on to other guys. God! I went through 7 consolers before I could even date. And then you come back and you don’t expect me to be different, maybe even a little mean to you. You think I’ll just be waiting here for you to come back and love me again. And I can’t to that Grace, I trusted you once it’ll take me a while to learn to do it again." She nodded, her hand had moved from the back of his neck to his cheek. "And I lied when I said I never had any feelings for you."

She ducked a finger under his chin and tugged upward gently. He raised his eyes and smiled at her. Her reached over and took her hand. He pulled her into an embrace and kissed her deeply.

"CUT!" The two separated and the camera’s backed off their faces. "That’s it. The last shoot. Y’all can go home and sleep late tomorrow."

A cheer went up from the crew and the two actors smiled. A tall black haired man stepped up to the actress and smiled. He took her hand and pulled her into a kiss.

"Hello, sweetheart." She smiled and waved to her partner in crime as he left the studio. The pair walked out into the night air and she leaned on the car that he had parked just outside the lot. He pulled her into a deep kiss, and reached behind him to pull out a large knife. He stabbed her in the back, kissing her to muffle the scream.