She looked at the said photograph. "Oh god, what did you have as your inspiration? This has gotta be something from the nineties or something, right?" Eclair was trying to place the hairstyle with pop cultural references of the era, but couldn't think of any off the top of her head. "You were so cute then." She jokingly glanced at him with narrowed eyes. "What happened?"

"What do you mean what happened?" he asked as he chuckled. "So you're saying I'm not cute now?" he joked with her as he leaned in and kissed her sweetly.

Eclair giggled. "No, you're not cute," she said, with a pause in between to torture him. You're hot," she finished, as she let Rick kiss her. She rolled over to her side as she pulled Rick down to the floor with her. "Now come here and teach me everything this student needs to know."

Rick wanted to laugh out loud at how dirty that sounded. He ignored it as he placed his hand on his hips and kissed her with tongue. He loved the way her lips felt upon his as he slid his hand up to her ribs. He loved this. So much.

Eclair nearly died at the sensation of his hands sliding on her ribcage and started laughing loudly. "Oh my god, stop, I'm ticklish! Stop!" she screamed, kicking in the air, while the skirt of her dress was slipping down due to gravity.

Rick chuckled as he stopped and threw his hands up as if to yield. "I'm sorry!" he said, still chuckling. He tried to stare at anything but her bare skin that was showing from her skirt that was slipping down.

Still giggling, Eclair sat herself up next to him, brushing her skirt down so it was positioned correctly rather than provocatively. "Okay, so what else do we have in this album?" She flipped through the next few pages. "Any embarrassing photos I get to see?"

Right before Eclair was about to turn a certain page, he quickly placed his hand over hers as if to try to stop her from turning the page. "Uh...no," he told her.

"What?" she asked, her head upturned to see him. "Oh, I get it," she said. Smiling, she realized that it probably was one of the embarrassing photos he didn't want her to see. Fighting for control, Eclair gripped his larger hand with both of her delicate ones and tried prying his hand off.

Rick sighed and rolled his eyes as he let go of the page. On the other side of the page was a picture of him and his fiancée that died of Cancer on him. He really didn't want her to see it, but she was his girlfriend...so yeah.

She blinked a few times. "Who's this?" Eclair assumed it was a sister, but she didn't recall whether Rick had any siblings or not. And she couldn't find any comparison between the two of them as related to each other.

"That...is Rachel," he answered as he shook his head and closed the album as he got up and placed it back in amongst the collection of photo albums.

"So, um...wanna watch a movie?" he then asked her, trying to avoid the subject, obviously.

She propped her legs up on the carpet, resting her arms on her knees, a little disappointed that Rick ended the trip down his version of Memory Lane rather abruptly.

"Yeah...sure. A movie sounds nice. What do you have?" She thought a bit, and wondered if he had popcorn and stuff to make an ice cream float.

"Um, well, I have a lot," he said as he opened up a cupboard underneath the large flat screen tv and showed three long rows of DVD's to choose from. "I got classics, romances, actions, futuristics, horrors...you name it, you can choose. I haven't watched a movie in a long time, so I don't care which movie it is," he told her.

"Want some popcorn?" he then asked.

She lay down on her stomach again, perusing the shelves-upon-shelves of movies that Rick had. "Wow...that's a lot more than I have," she murmured. "How about..." Eclair said, brushing an index finger among all the titles. "Rush Hour? Oh hey you have this, too?" Not knowing how the home theater operated (seriously, it was such a guy thing. Eclair was completely stumped), she made her way to the kitchen. "Popcorn's fine. Do you have any ice cream and root beer? I wanna make a float," she said, offering to help set up a snack.

Rick smiled at her choice and just nodded. Back in the kitchen, after Eclair's request, he chuckled. You love root beer floats too?" he asked as he took out some cans of root beer and his half-eaten gallon of vanilla ice cream and two large cups.

She twirled her blonde hair on her finger. "Well duh," she giggled. "Doesn't everyone?" Eclair helped herself to opening the gallon of ice cream and peered inside. "Oh wow, haha, you already started in on it without me?" she joked. Looking up at him, she took in a breath. "Ah, anyway I need help setting up the DVD later. I don't...get home theater systems. You know, with the remotes and settings and all," she said, waving her hand in a circular motion as if the idea of toying with such an advanced system was way beneath her.

Rick chuckled. "My whole family hated them," he said as he shook his head. "Alright, just let me finish the floats," he said as the microwave stopped. He turned around, dumped the popcorn in a large red bowl and handed it to Eclair. "Can you take that out to the coffee table? I'll be out shortly," he told her as he plopped two scoops of ice cream in each cup.

"Hated what? The stereo system or the root beer floats?" she chuckled. Eclair nearly fought for the ice cream as Rick had already started on the floats. "Ohh...I wanted to do something to help," she pouted. Reluctantly, she took the popcorn bowl and headed back into the living room. Still curious about her surroundings, she wondered at just how many rooms this house had.

"Oh, the floats," he said as he chuckled back.

He then sat down next to Eclair on the sofa and handed her her cup of the root bear float. "So we're still watching Rush Hour?" he asked her with a smile as he quickly kissed her temple.

She tsked a bit. "Really?" Eclair chuckled at the statement. Gladly taking the cup, she made herself comfortable on the couch. "Yeah, um, I haven't put it in the DVD player yet since I have absolutely no idea which of these electonic boxes it is." Feeling very content with the kiss on the temple, she sank even deeper into the couch. "Who picked the furniture? It's so bouncy!"

Rick laughed as he got up, took the dvd out of the case. He turned on the tv, stereo system, and the dvd player flawlessly as he popped in the dvd and the movie began. "Yupp. It's true. My whole family hated floats and I don't," he said as he sat back down and placed his hand behind Eclair. "Oh, yeah, this furniture is comfortable and since my aunt worked at the store, she gave them to me half off," he said as he clicked play movie on the dvd menu.

She shook her head in disbelief, smiling. "How come everything's so damn perfect or well-timed in your life? Like...you're predestined for being lucky or something." Eclair spooned a bit of the fizzed-over ice cream soda into her mouth. "I don't get it, Rick!" Leaning back, the couch's gravity pulled her closer to her newfound boyfriend as her body had slid over very close to him.

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Rick lost his smiled as he stared down at the fizz in his cup. "I'm not really luck," he said as he looked over at her as he scooted closer to him. "That girl in the photo, Rachel, was my first wife. She died of cancer a year after she walked down that isle. And all my other girlfriends I ever had left me. And now here I am, nearly in love with one of my students," he said as he looked at her carefully.

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All she could think of was the movie, A Walk To Remember once she heard about Rick's first wife. Not wanting to comment on the distress of it, the only thing she could say was, "She was really pretty. Of course Eclair had heard about Rick's many relationships and his few failed marriages. She just wanted him to have a happy ending, even if it wasn't with her.