Clay grinned when he heard his dorm room's door close, meaning that his room mate had left for his morning class. He pulled out his phone, his smile widening over the tingles that were still on his lips from when hers touched them yesterday at the bridge.

He stopped suddenly.

Was he being... needy?

Clay was never usually the type to get all mushy over a girl. Now Sara Kay had gotten him all nervous and tongue-tied. He didn't want to appear desperate to go out with her (even though he was), he needed to remain calm and collected. He was Clayton Evans, future sports agent, he was gonna be rich when he got out of college.

But Sara, she was so much more. She was bright and colourful; she was unlike any other girls he had met. She was shy, yet spoke with such great confidence and kissed him with courage. She astounded him, it was shocking for a guy like him. He rarely felt anything another person, especially not upon just meeting them.

He still hadn't decided if he loved feeling like this, or hated it.

Clay scrolled down his contact list, finding the number she had added with a, ''Call me sometime, okay?''

''Okay,'' he had agreed with a nod.

He suddenly noticed that his hands had gotten a little shaky, he hadn't realised that he was this apprehensive about whether or not she would agree to go on a date with him.

Clay took a deep breath, his finger circling the call button. ''On the count of two...''

One.

Two.

He pressed the button, bringing the phone up to his ear, and after a couple of rings, she answered.

''Hello?'' her sweet voice rang through the speakers, stunning him for a second.

''Um, hey.'' Clay coughed. ''It's me, uh, Clay... the guy from the bridge.''

''Hey!''

She sounds happy to hear from me, he realised, feeling excitement bubble in his stomach. ''So you asked me to call you sometime,'' he said, his voice awkward. ''And I was thinking that... now seemed like the right time, to... um, call you.''

Sara giggled. ''I'm glad you did.''

His heart rate started to increase. ''Well, we need that story to tell our grandkids about, sooner rather than later, right?''

''And what story is that?''

''Streaking on the quad of course,'' Clay laughed, his laughs fading when she stayed silent. Crap. Crap. Crap. ''Oh God, you weren't serious about that were you? I'm such a-''

''It would be pretty badass.'' she interrupted him with a laugh.

''Yeah?''

Sara laughed teasingly. ''Yeah, we can't not humiliate the grandkids in the future.''

''It would be an outrage,'' he agreed with a chuckle. ''Or I could just take you out to dinner, and save the streaking for the second date.''

''A date, huh?''

''Yeah, a date.'' Clay grinned, surprised by his sudden bravery.

''I could meet you at our bridge at seven?''

Our bridge. ''That- that sounds really amazing.''

''And who knows? Maybe you could talk me into that streaking thing.''

That's when he decided, he definitely loved feeling like this.

AN: After watching an awesome CS fanvid, I was all sad and just thought I'd write some college Clay and Sara. I'm just taking a break from writing my new story, and again, this one isn't very good either. I just like posting Clay and Sara because they always make me cry. Seriously, they do. The title is from belle of the boulevard by dashboard confessional, which was the song that was playing on the bridge scene. Boom.

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