"How's it going?" Mouse asked, pulling her into a dance.

"Great."

"I've hardly seen you tonight," he told her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"I know. Sorry, I haven't seen Anna in awhile either and she's been telling me all about her Christmas vacation in London with Wolf."

"It's ok, I understand. They're getting pretty serious, huh," he said, kissing her neck.

"Mmm-hmmm."

"Hey, O, can you help me with this keg I got in my truck?" Doyle asked, coming over.  "It weighs a ton."

"Yeah, sure. I'll be back," Mouse told Gina, kissing her cheek.

"And whoosh. Right over the head," Doyle said, climbing into the truck.

"I'm just going to have to come out and say it."

"You sure you want to?"

"No. I'd rather she find out and then yell at me for not telling her."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I'm a glutton for punishment."

"You're chicken shit is what you are."

"Damn straight."

"Pick up that end. I got this end."

"You can carry this, you wimp."

"So, I'm just about to get into the girls locker room and Mrs. Anderson comes out of no where carrying a baseball bat...." Wolf was telling the group. "And Doyle was supposed to be lookout..."

"Oh, his glory days," Anna said with a sigh in the kitchen as Gina fixed herself another glass of soda.

"You're happy though?"

"Incredibly," Anna said with another sigh and then a laugh. "Who would have thought? And what of you and Mouse?"

"Mmm. Ecstatic," Gina said with a smile.

"That's good to hear," Mouse said, kissing her cheek.

"And then O, here, starts throwing baseballs at her," Wolf laughed.

"What are you talking about?" Mouse asked.

"Sixth grade. Mrs. Anderson."

"Oh. Shit. I'm still supposed be in detention for that," he said, wrapping his arms around Gina.

"Until we're thirty five. Only five years to go," Wolf said with a grin. "Anyways, so O starts throwing the baseballs at her..."

"She had a bat," Mouse explained innocently to Gina and Anna.

"And Doyle stops running and goes behind her and starts acting like an umpire."

"And that's why we got caught," Mouse said.

"That's not why we got caught." Doyle protested, "She knew who we were. We were going to pay anyways."

"Speaking of paying you still owe me for that camera you broke," Mouse said, sliding onto the counter and dipped a hand in the popcorn.

"Here's fifty cents. That's how much it's worth now," Doyle said, putting two quarters from his pocket on the counter.

"It's considered an antique and I could probably get a pretty penny for it now," Mouse protested, pocketing the coins.

"Buy a soda."

"I will," Mouse said with a grin.

"O, did you see Amy?" Wolf asked.

"Amy's here?" Mouse asked, setting down his beer.

"Yeah. She got here about..."

Mouse had gotten up and moved through the crowd.

"You like making trouble don't you?" Doyle asked Wolf.

"It's in the blood," he said with a shrug.

Mouse came back in the kitchen with a beautiful blond draped over his shoulders.

"Doyle, baby, I love your punch!" the blond said with a smile and put her head into Mouse's shoulder.

"Doyle, you are banned from making punch," Mouse said, easing the blond into a chair.

"Coffee," she said, batting her long golden eyelashes at Mouse.

Mouse moved to the coffee pot and turned it on. "Got to wait a few minutes."

"You're a sweetheart," she cooed, kissing his cheek.

"You're drunk."

"You're doubles," the blond said, moving her finger back and forth to demonstrate.

"I'll take her home," Doyle offered, sitting next to her.

"You're so sweet," she giggled, patting Doyle's cheek.

"You think I'd let you take her home after what you did."

"What'd I do?"

"No more punch. First, Gina, then Amy."

"Damn fine punch," Amy said.

"We've established that," Mouse said angrily.

"Chill, Oll."

"Don't chill, Oll, me. Look at my baby sister, man," Mouse said angrily, gesturing to her as Amy put her head down on the table.

Gina sighed a breath of relief. Sister.

"DO Mom and Dad know where you are?" Mouse questioned Amy.

"Sort of."

"Sort of. As in you told them you were staying with me."

"And that's why you went to college," Amy said, pointing at him and laughing.

"And you need to be finishing and not getting drunk at old people's parties."

"Oh, you're such a snob, Ollie. You drink all the time."

"I don't get drunk. This isn't the first time I've found you like this, remember? Well, maybe you don't."

"I remember. And I appreciate your concern. However, I think I'll just be taking that coffee and I'll continue having a good time until midnight. Okay with you, big brother?"

"As long as you keep drinking the coffee and nothing else."

"Deal."

"Okay," he said, kissing her forehead.

"So ,which one is Gina?" Amy asked, looking from Anna to Gina.

"I'm Gina," Gina stepped forward.

"Hi. I'm Amy." She shook Gina's hand enthusiastically.

"Nice to meet you."

"You too. Ollie's told us so much about you."

"Can it," Mouse growled, pouring the coffee and looking back at her warningly.

"Oh, I guess I shouldn't say what he's said -"

"Coffee," Mouse interrupted, handing her the cup.

"Thanks, Oll, you're a doll," she said with a giggle.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures, man," Wolf leaned over and said to Mouse.

"I can't," Mouse sighed, setting the coffee pot down.

"Then I will."

"Gina, you have got to come here," Anna said excitedly, when Mouse had gone over to talk to some other friends.

"What?" Gina asked, trying to keep up as Anna dragged her into the other room.

"Wolf has his old yearbooks. He was going to show me his picture when he was a kid. I thought you might want to see Mouse."

"Oh, yeah," Gina said with a grin.

"Sixth grade?" Wolf said, looking one over and opening it. "There I am," he said, pointing to a picture with the name Wolfgang Hanson. "I'll show you high school. It gets worse," Wolf laughed, reaching for a shelf.

"Where's Mouse?" Gina asked, flipping through the book. "You know, I still don't even know his last name," she said, looking through the faces of young kids.

"You're kidding." Wolf said with a half-laugh.

Gina shook her head.

"Look under the M's... McKnight," Wolf told her, pulling another year book off the shelf.

Gina looked up at him. "McKnight?"

"Yeah," Wolf said, reached over, and flipped through the pages. "Here he is," he said, pointing to the picture.

Gina looked at the picture. It was definitely a younger version of Mouse. Underneath was a drawing of a mouse. And under the ink of the pen, that the young boy had drawn, was his name: Oliver McKnight.

"Oh, my god," Anna gasped, putting a hand to her mouth.

"What?" Wolf asked curiously. "He doesn't look that bad. Of course, I was worse. Look at my hair."

Gina stared in shock. "Oliver?"

"Yeah. Poor kid. And I thought Wolfgang was bad," Wolf said.

"Gina," Anna said softly in compassion and took her hand in hers.

"Um, I'll be back," Gina said, slowly leaving the room.

"What?" Wolf asked Anna innocently as she glared at him.

"Oliver," Gina said behind him.

"Yeah?" Mouse asked turning around.

"Gina, you okay?" he asked, taking her arm concerned.

"Do you know what I just called you?"

'Yeah, you called me... O..." he said trailing off. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know."

"Do you want to kill me or kiss me?"

"I don't know."

"Okay, um, we should talk."

"Yeah, we should," she said blankly, staring at him.

He led her outside and closed the balcony door behind them. "First of all, let me say that I never intended on not telling you."

"Uh-huh"

"It just happened and when I wrote you those notes... I don't know, I got scared. I couldn't tell you in person who I was or what I felt. Or that it was me writing you those things."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I just couldn't. I panicked. I'm sorry. Are we okay?" he asked, taking her hand.

"I don't know what to think."

"Gina, I'm so sorry. Please don't shut me out."

"Like you did to me?" she demanded.

"Gina..."

"Mouse, you lied to me."

"I never lied."

"You didn't tell me the truth!"

"What was I supposed to do, Gina? Just say one day, hey, by the way old buddy I'm Oliver, you know, the one that's been writing you sappy love letters?"

"Yes!"

"I wanted to. Believe me I did. But no matter how I played it in my head, it didn't seem right."

"And this is right?"

"No, of course not; nothing would have been."

"What were you waiting for Mouse? Do you think you can have the name of the groom on the wedding certificate as Mouse? That's real official. Or did you expect when our kids are born to put "Mouse" as the father's name?" she asked angrily.

"You want to marry me?" he asked in wonder, taking a step toward her.

"Well, I don't know anymore. I don't even know you."

"You know me," he said, putting his arms around her waist.

"Stop," she said, sniffling.

"It just so happens, I want to marry you too," he said softly, pulling her close.

"Yeah?" she asked, wiping her eyes.

He nodded. "And those kids you were talking about...."

"That'd be nice," she said with another sniff.

"And we could call them Mickey and Minnie."

She hit him on the shoulder. He laughed. "Jerk."

"You forgive me?" he asked, looking into her eyes.

"How can I resist?" she kissed him.

"I love you so much, Gina," he said, resting his forehead against hers.

"And I love you, Oliver."