Date night

Author's notes: Now, some of you are wandering why I'm uploading a chapter in the middle of the night and on a Sunday, the rest of you don't care and want to read the story, then skip this. I have to catch a plane to California and tomorrow I'll be in Disneyland all day so I won't be able to upload or respond to comments. Yes I do read the comments. Enjoy the chapter though!

Friday is literally the death of me. I'm not kidding. It's the end of the week, teachers are done, students are done, everyone is just done with the week. The only good thing about Friday is that it kickstarts the weekend. And the double date that's been putting me on edge.

I agreed to it though so no complaining about it. I have to tell myself that a lot because it kills the happy vibe when one person is being a douche and I don't want to be that person. But enough of that, I have to get ready for a date and picking out something to wear is as easy as it seems.

"What the heck do I wear?" I growl, flipping through the many sets of clothes I've been graced with.

Knuckles rap against the roof of my house. "Did you find something to wear?"

I slap a hand over my face, clearly frustrated that out of all the clothes I have I still can't find something to wear. The stress of looking nice is not a problem, because I don't care too much about what I look like. The stress of looking nice on your first date with your girlfriend and her two friends, now that's a completely different ball game.

I throw open my window, "I have no idea what I should wear." I say in a panic.

Samantha, in her red dress she bought that day when we went shopping with Ashley, makes my face heat with the color red. Holy shit! I think my heart just stopped!

Her brunette hair is curled up and half braided, her lips covered in matching lipstick like her dress. She just... looks so flawless! And here I am in sweats looking like I woke up from a four-hour nap! Lovely! Just fucking Peachy!!

Samantha smiles, flashing her white teeth and squats down, pulling her dress over her knees so she doesn't flash me. "Wear something you think would make you look nice."

I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Samantha... I wear sweatpants, pants and baggy jackets almost every day and you are asking me to wear something I think would look nice?"

Samantha winces, realizing that it's not a good idea for me to choose my own clothing. "Good point."

"Should I wear a dress?" I ask.

"No. A dress does not suit you." Samantha says with all honesty.

Great.

"So what should I wear? Nothing." I grumble crossing my arms.

"Yes, because you should totally go naked for your first date." I flip off the teen and stomp away. "Rude!"

Samantha peaks through the window and watches me walk back and forth as I try to figure out a good outfit to wear.

"It's not a fancy dinner with the richest people on earth, Caesar. Just wear something casual." Samantha tried to calm my nerve, but it does the opposite.

"Wear something casual? Why don't you take your own advice." I grumble.

"This is casual for me. Why are you so worried anyway."

Uh, it's my first date ever! And it's with someone I really enjoy hanging out with. She's beautiful and caring and literally everything I'm not! I wanted to tell her, but I know to keep myself as calm as possible. I don't need to act dumb on the date as well.

"Because I want to look good," I respond.

"For who?"

"For you!" I gesture to the teen.

Samantha stares at me with shock. "Oh..."

I slump against the window and sigh. What am I going to do?

"Well... if you wanna look good for me then I know what you can wear," Samantha says gently. "There's a red bomber jacket in the closet. A pair of skinny jeans will go nice with that and a white shirt."

I think for a second before getting to my feet and go sifting through the closet again, crossing the red bomber jacket and pull it out. It looks nice.

I look at my plain oversized black hoodie and pull it off without the realization that I was too much in a rush to put on a real shirt.

"Eep! S-sorry!" Samantha pulls away from the window.

I scoff. "It's just a body. That's nothing wrong with my body. My body is fine. Everything is fine. This is totally fine. Yep, it's fine." Oh, my gods, I'm so stressed out.

I throw on a white shirt and the skinny jeans then the bomber jacket. "Not bad."

Samantha taps on the glass. I turn to her and there's a smile on the girl's face. "We'll look good together."

"Oh, yeah. Red with red. Yeah, red."

"Come on, quit stressing out. We'll be fine."

I slide through the window and fall onto Samantha open palm.

"I'll quit stressing when I'm done with the date."

Samantha shakes her head as she walks out.

I sit quietly on Samantha's shoulder as she drives to the pizza place we are meeting Ashley and Bruce at. The panicked feeling in my chest has never settled since we got home from school. Not only is this going to be my first date, but the possibility of this date going wrong in so many ways is overwhelming me.

"Ashley and Bruce are already there and have already ordered, so we won't wait for our food to arrive." Samantha explains as she pulls into the parking lot.

There's not that many cars parked out here tonight which makes things easier for me. Few cars, few people, less stress. It all comes in full circle.

Samantha walks in and a woman greets us. She gives me a weird look when spotting me on the teen's shoulder. I pay no attention to the woman.

She takes us to a secluded booth close to the back. Ashley and Bruce are chatting up a storm before we interrupt them.

"Hey, guys!" Samantha greets her friends as she takes a seat.

"Sup!"

"Hello!"

Ashley smiles, seeing the two of us matching her be another. "You two look great."

Samantha pushes a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Thanks. You two look great too."

"Now, did Samantha pick out your getup, Caesar, cause I know you couldn't have picked that out yourself." Ashley teases.

I frown. "I've been stressed out about the date, okay."

Samantha nudges her shoulder. "It's her first date."

"Sam!" I yelp. "You aren't supposed to say that."

Ashley giggles evilly. "Oh, I'm so going to use that against you tonight."

"If we are confessing, it's my first date too," Bruce says making me feel better about myself. Bruce then leans in and hides his mouth with a hand. "And just to get back at my girlfriend, Ashley was freaking out about this date too." He whispers with a smirk.

Ashley swats his shoulder. Bruce only chuckles.

"But you two do look nice," Ashley says.

"But," Bruce throws his arm over Ashley's shoulder. "You don't look as good as we do."

We talk back and forth. A couple of jokes are shared, and the teasing is beyond hilarious. Samantha spills a deep secret to Bruce that Ashley has had a crush on him since he's moved into town. Ashley tells me that Samantha used to suck her thumb until the eighth grade. It's all for good laughs.

A steaming hot plate of cheese and pepperoni pizza is served to us. Then silence falls over us as we all dig in.

"This is really good pizza," Ashley finally says after chowing down on her first slice. Everyone agrees with a delighted hum.

While everyone eats I lose myself in thought once again. Is this how dates are supposed to go? Aren't they supposed to be more exciting and... exciting? This is a pretty boring date if this were a romantic movie. Then again Hollywood makes up a whole bunch bullshit to hook the audience in.

"Hey," I jump hearing Samantha talk to me. "Bruce asked you something."

"Oh, sorry." I feel like an idiot for zoning out. "What was it you asked me?"

Bruce wipes his mouth and points at me. "You got your cast off."

He's not pointing at me, just my leg. "Oh, yeah the leg. Uh... yeah, I got it off today actually. Willow gave me the go ahead. I'm a free man now."

"Nice."

"Now you can quit hiding in Samantha's bra," Ashley says with a smile.

Samantha's face flushed and a deep scowl crosses her lips. "It's not like that, Ashley. I put only her there as a precaution. Caesar doesn't need to get squished by giants."

"The only thing she's being squished by is your boobs." Ashley snorts.

Bruce shifts around uncomfortably at the mention of Samantha's breasts. "Let's talk about something else."

Samantha crosses her arms. "I agree." She says clearly annoyed with Ashley.

"Wait, wait, before we move on I'm dying to ask Caesar something." Ashley quickly cuts in, she still has a devilish smirk on her face and it scares me.

Samantha side eyes me with a concerning look, but I pay no attention to it. "Go ahead. Ask away!"

"What's it like? You know, being stuck in a bra all day?" Ashley asks shamelessly while fiddling with the straw in her drink.

Bruce chokes on his drink.

"Ashley!" Samantha exclaims.

Ashley stares at the two, amused with their duel reactions. "What? It's a legitimate question and I want it to be answered."

Samantha pinches the bridge of her nose. "Ashley... oh, my gods."

I lean over close to Samantha to make sure the others can't hear me. "Should I answer that or..."

"No, you're not answering that question! Not while I'm around." Samantha responds, outrage that I'd ask.

Samantha forcefully moves onto the next subject and I'm glad too. I don't think I can really answer Ashley's question without getting Samantha killed out of embarrassment. Not to mention a whole bunch of other stuff.

"Since we're asking questions, can I ask one?" I ask. "And don't say I just did." I cut Ashley off before she can begin.

"Sure."

"Go for it."

"Shoot your shot."

I look at the three curiously. "So I know it can be hard for giants to hear tinies, but you three can hear me just fine. Why is that?"

"Oh, that's easy," Ashley says. She pulls back her hair and points at her ear. There's a small black dot lodged in her ear. "We each have a special hearing piece, kind of like a hearing aid, but it's more selective on what to pick up."

"Ashley's mom created it and now it's used all over the world by owners everywhere," Bruce adds. There's a hint of pride behind his words.

I feel dumb now for asking. It should have been obvious if I were more observant, but I'm as blind as an eye-less fish sometimes. Of course, people would create new tech to help hear and communicate with tinies. I mean, Willow created nanotech for gods sakes.

"Oh,"

"Pretty cool, right?" Samantha asks with a smile.

I smile back awkwardly. "Yeah, cool."

The woman comes back with the check and hands it off to Bruce who thanks the woman for bringing it to him. The pizza is gone, our stomachs are full and I'm ready to go home and pass out from food coma so hurry up and pay the bill, Bruce!

Bruce slips in a twenty and writes something on the receipt. He stands up and asks for Ashley's hand. "Let's go, babe. You too, Samantha. We should hurry if we wanna catch the movie."

"Movie? What movie?" Samantha asks as she slides out of the booth.

"Bruce and I planned to go to the new horror movie, purgatory. It's a horror/psychological thriller." Ashley explains as she joins her boyfriend out of the booth.

"H-horror movie?" Samantha whimpers. I watch as her face grows pale. When she said she was a scaredy cat I didn't think it'd be that bad.

"Yeah, we bought you a ticket already and the showing is starting in thirty minutes." Ashley then adds on.

"Ashley, you... you know how much I hate horror movies," Samantha explains in a panicked tone.

I stand up and whisper into Samantha's ear so only she can hear me. "It's okay, Samantha. If you need something to hold, I'm right here. Just go and enjoy the movie as much as you can."

Samantha then relaxes, but only by a pinch. "Okay... let's go get this movie over with."