Title: A Moment Like This

Rating: T – Please note that this story is a little more…intense in terms of discussing sex and language than my past stories so please keep that in mind before you read. There's nothing terribly bad, but I'm just warning anyone just in case.

Disclaimer: Kyle XY and its affiliated characters unfortunately do not belong to me. I only "borrow" them to de-stress and procrastinate.

Summary: Josh and Andy have been dating for a year and finally go to their first school dance together. Not a great summary, I know, but the story is better!

Spoilers: Nothing specific, I don't think.

Notes: I did get the title of this story from the song "A Moment Like This" by Kelly Clarkson. I only chose it because this happened to be the theme for my senior homecoming and it seemed to fit in with the story's theme.

Chapter 1

He stared at her from behind the counter as he swept the mess that seemed to constantly be present no matter how much he cleaned. He stopped sweeping and leaned on the broom, watching her. Her hand frantically clicked the space bar button on the keyboard of the computer she was sitting at. He watched her sit back, fold her hands across her chest, and stick her tongue out at the monitor. He smiled, secretly glad that he wasn't, for once, the one she was glaring at. A few seconds later, her hands were back hovering over the keyboard, the game obviously starting again. He propped the broom against the counter and walked over to her.

"Who are you playing?" He asked, stopping directly behind her.

"Handle's SkiChick," she replied, not even looking at him. "Never played her before. Have you?"

He snorted. "Like I would ever play a girl."

She looked over her shoulder at him, accepting the fact that she would probably lose the game by looking away from it, but it was worth it. She glared at him annoyingly.

"Except for you, of course, my dear."

He kissed her on the top of the head as she turned back to her game.

"Yeah, well, girl or no girl, she's kicking my ass."

"Woah…language."

He put his hand on her shoulder, leaning in until his face lingered next to hers.

"I'll give you language," she retorted, her avatar on the screen officially dying.

"Let me play," he said, putting his hand on top of hers over the mouse.

"You're supposed to be working," she reminded him.

"It's dead." And it was. The Rack was usually crammed full of students after school, but, with the first day that the temperature rose over 75 degrees, everyone was outside. Everyone, of course, except for Josh who was stuck working, and Andy who volunteered to be stuck with him. "Just like your person."

"Wow, you really know how to win a girl's heart."

"I don't have to win your heart anymore. I've already got it."

"That's what you think."

"Come on, let me play," he begged, putting his left arm around her to pry her fingers from the mouse.

"No!" She shrieked playfully as he simultaneously pulled her fingers off the mouse, put his own hand on the mouse, and managed to wrap his free arm around her, pulling her closer to him so that her back was pressed against his chest.

"You know, we could have avoided all this if you just let me play in the first place."

"What are you complaining about?" You're the one who go to feel me up."

Josh looked at the placement of his hand and immediately his cheeks turned red. He let go of her and took a step back. She turned to face him, smiling.

"We've been dating for a year and you still get embarrassed about public displays of affection." She leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Not to mention that you didn't seem to get embarrassed last night while we were making out in the backseat of your car."

"First of all, feeling you up is a little beyond a public display of affection. Second of all, feeling you up in my car is way different than feeling you up at my place of employment. Third of all, I didn't actually mean to feel you up."

"Are you done yet?"

"Not yet. Fourth of all, I am not embarrassed about public displays of affection."

He crushed her lips against his, his tongue penetrating her lips.

"I told you I wasn't afraid of public displays of affection," he said, kissing her again lightly on the lips.

Andy opened her mouth to reply when she heard the sound of a door opening.

"I don't recall making out with your girlfriend being part of your job description," Josh's coworker commented as he came out of the back room, holding a shoe-box sized container of sugar packets.

"Andy, this is Greg, the latest Rack employee," Josh introduced. Greg stopped and stood directly in front of them. "Greg, my girlfriend Andy."

"Nice to meet you," Andy said, giving him her hand. He didn't take it and instead walked away towards the counter.

"Greg's an overachiever," Josh explained. "The kid can't sit down and relax."

"The polar opposite of you, I see," Andy joked.

"Overachiever or not, this isn't social hour," Greg added.

"It's not like there's anything to do," Josh replied, resting his hand comfortably on Andy's shoulder. He always found himself touching her for no reason at all. He just liked the feeling of being connected to her in some way.

"The napkin holders need to be refilled," Greg said, pointing to the metal napkin holder that was sitting on top of the garbage disposal. Greg made his way behind the counter and began refilling the plastic container of sugar packets that were available for customers to take.

Andy smiled. "I should go anyway," she said, standing.

"I thought we were going to hang out today," Josh replied, pouting. He brushed a piece of her hair away from her face.

"We will. Later. Call me when you're done refilling the napkins." She smiled again and kissed him on the cheek. She leaned in, her lips close to his ear.

"And tell Greg to loosen up," she whispered.

She threw her bag over her shoulder and walked out, her forest green skirt flowing around her legs.

"You know," Greg said, throwing away the cardboard box the sugar packets had once occupied. "This might not be the place for your girlfriend, but she is hot."

Author's Note: So, this idea for a story about Josh and Andy going to a dance together has been in my head for quite some time. Now I'm finally getting the chance to sit down and write it.