I am so, so, so sorry I haven't updated for ages but camp, concussion and a crap computer have stopped me. And then the dreaded writers' block paid a visit so this probably isn't as good as my other chapters. Sorry!

Inhuman8- Yeah I thought the chapters were rather fast but my mind's very quick-paced and easily distract… ooh, butterfly :P

Fox-rox1539- You're in this chapter too, though not that much. Hope you enjoy!

Erica Clayton- Good idea but I might change it so Nick starts flirting with Sara and Greg gets annoyed and then have the fight because I don't really see Greg starting a fight. (Though I do like the I-Got-A-Girlfriend-And-You-Don't card so I'm going to try and incorporate that) And I'm thinking of calling the principal Ecklie because it fits.

ChannyIsLove- Thanks, Zoo Lane just seemed appropriate as it was on T.V (my little sister was watching it, not me! I prefer Bob The Builder) And Greg and zoos just belong together.

IluvmyTV-ugottaproblem- First of all, absolutely loving the name xD and thanks for reviewing! I honestly don't mind my school being closed, free holiday!!! And it wasn't permanent L

ImSuchAGenius1988- Loving your name too. And do you live in the street next to Greg because that would be so awesome!!

ALL MISTAKES ARE MINE AND I OWN NOTHING!!!! (Just my teletubbies dressing gown xD)

Greg stared nervously at his reflection in the mirror and fiddled with the buttons on his shirt. He was nervous about Sara coming round even though they'd spent most of their time together that week. It was approaching six 'o' clock now and Greg almost found himself dreading Sara coming round, not that he was embarrassed about his family or anything, he was just eager to impress her.

Greg heard someone clear their throat by his door and whipped around, startled. His older brother, Jordan, was standing there, leaning against the door frame.

"Well, well, well, little Greggy finally has a girlfriend." Jordan remarked casually, as if starting a conversation, and strode over to the mirror where Greg was.

"Get lost," Greg snapped.

Jordan pretended to look hurt and backed away. "I was going to see whether you wanted any help seeing as this is your first girlfriend but if you'd rather not…" He was by the door now, hovering with a smug glint in his eyes.

Greg sighed reluctantly, "wait, I guess I could probably use a hand. Do I look okay?"

The older boy grinned triumphantly and walked once again to where Greg was standing. With a quick glance he surveyed his little brother's outfit and answered: "Not going to win you any awards but if she likes you then I'm guessing she doesn't exactly care much about looks." (I think Greg always looks adorable but do you really think his brother would tell him that?)

Greg rolled his eyes before repeating his previous question, hoping that his brother would take the hint and be serious.

"You look fine kid," Jordan replied still watching Greg's every move. "You nervous?"

Greg spun around looking aghast, "Does it show that much?" He was worried that Sara would be able to tell and that might make her nervous and that would, in turn, most likely ruin the evening.

"Nah, but I'm trained in this stuff." Greg sighed with relief but tensed up once again when he heard the doorbell ring.

Jordan friendly punched his shoulder, "go say hi and remember, women can smell fear."

Greg nodded and muttered "thanks" under his breath before running out his bedroom door. Taking the stairs two at a time he reached the front door within seconds. He pulled open the door to reveal a shy-looking Sara . Well, her face was shy, Greg was too busy taking in her general appearance to notice such a trivial thing.

"Hi Sara! You look great!" She blushed slightly and looked at the ground, muttering something. She was wearing red dress with matching shoes that perfectly complemented her figure and complexion.

The woman who stood behind Sara (who Greg hadn't noticed until now and presumed was her mom) pushed her forwards gently and asked, "what time do you want me to pick you up?"

Sara looked at Greg questioningly. "Err, about eight?" He answered.

The women nodded and walked back down the garden path. "I'll see you then," she called over her shoulder to Sara.

Greg turned to Sara and grinned excitedly, "come on, I need to show you my room before dinner and I suppose you'll have to meet my parents."

Sara laughed at his excitement, his previous anxiety having been forgotten the minute he saw Sara. Greg grabbed Sara's hand and dragged her into the kitchen where his parents were busy chopping random vegetables and stuff for dinner.

"Mom, Dad, this is Sara." Greg eagerly introduced them whilst hopping from foot to foot. His parents smiled at her and waved. Sara waved back shyly and half hid behind Greg.

"Right, now you have got to see my room; I had it redecorated last month and it is so awesome now!" Once again he pulled her away, in the general direction of his room.

"Greg you can let go now. I'm not going to run away." Sara told him when they were outside his bedroom door. "You might as well get me a collar and lead!" She told him sarcastically."

Greg's eyes lit up with mischief, "actually I do know a place where you can get these really cute collars and I'm sure that there'd be one to sui…"

Sara cut off the rest of his sentence with a Gibbs'-head-slap. (Google it!) "It was a joke Greggo." She muttered.

He pouted, "but they do really cute ones with little hearts and… Maybe not then." He said as he caught sight of Sara's expression. "Anyways, this is my room." Greg flung the door open with a flourish and gestured for her to enter.

He followed Sara in and looked at her eagerly, "what do you think?"

Sara turned around slowly and surveyed the room. Every single inch of the walls and ceiling was covered in various posters from films and bands. Above his bed was a giant poster of Pink. (Can't remember which episode but Greg likes Pink!) "It's very poster-y." Greg looked slightly disappointed and Sara hastened to correct her previous statement. "It's great Greg, how on earth did you get all these posters?"

Greg cheered up immediately and hugged her somewhat gratefully. "Internet, where else?"

"Ever heard of shops Greggo?"

Greg pouted and crossed his arms, "shopping's for girls." He told her in total seriousness.

Sara grinned," I am so taking you shopping now." Greg pretended to faint and rolled around on the floor as if in fear.

"No, anything but that please!" He yelled, kneeling at her feet and begging for mercy.

Someone cleared their throat over by the door and both teenagers turned to face the visitor in shock. Greg's Dad stood there with his arms folded and rather a mischievous smirk on his face. (like father, like son.) "I came to tell you two that dinner's ready but if you're busy it can wait."

Sara quickly pulled Greg to his feet, both were blushing as they followed his Dad downstairs. When everyone was seated at the dinner table Greg's Mom started handing around plates of food.

"So Sara, how long have you been in Vegas?" Greg's Dad asked.

"A couple of years." Sara replied nervously, still sort of shy.

"We've lived here ever since ever." Val piped up at the other end of the table. "Oh yeah, I'm Valerie."

"And I'm Jordan," Guess-Who said. (Jordan peoples who didn't realise.) Sara smiled at them and introduced herself. She felt oddly at ease with Greg's family and was worried what Greg would say when he found out about her parents.

After a pleasant dinner of small talk (mainly Greg's family telling Sara about Greg's escapades) Greg and Sara went up to his room for the remaining ten minutes. Greg walked over to his stereo and put on some loud music. Bowing to Sara he offered her his arm; "care to dance Madam?"

Sara grinned as Greg pulled her into some form of ballroom dance, very appropriate for listening to Marilyn Manson. They swept around the rather small room before collapsing, laughing, on Greg's bed. "Great choice in music Greggo," Sara told him as they lay across his bed, trying to get their breath back. "Great for dancing."

"That's why I like him," Greg replied, not quite taking note of the slight sarcasm in Sara's voice. Just then the doorbell rang and they both sat up, Sara leaning against Greg. "Does that mean you have to go?" He asked, pouting.

Sara laughed at his typical puppy-dog expression and nodded, "afraid so Greggo."

"What if I kidnapped you?" His eyes lit up as if he'd just solved some very complicated mathsy problem (can't think of any off the top of my head).

"Don't think it would work, they'd know it was you straight away."

They both groaned as Greg's mom called up the stairs to them. "Bye Sara," Greg was still pouting as he spoke. He gave her a quick kiss goodnight before Sara reluctantly went downstairs. "I'll miss you!" He called after her and swore he heard her laugh.

Sorry about it being kind of short and you having to wait so long but next chapter should be up soon as long as I don't get concussion again and not be able to watch T.V or use a computer. I couldn't even read at first!!! But I'm okay now so I'm able to write! Reviews make me write faster!!!