Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong!

"Hello?"

"Oh!" The girl who was standing outside was surprised by the adult's quick response to the doorbell.

She greeted the mom nervously. "Hello, Misses Foster, is Anthony home?"

"Ah, Danielle, you're just in time. And yes, he actually is - I'll go fetch him for you." She looks at her admirably. "Might I say you look quite dashing in that dress, reminds me of when I was your age."

"Thank you, Misses Foster. I'm glad you like it."

"You're most certainly welcome. Do come in, by the way. You can sit on the couch while you wait for your date."

Danielle nods as Anthony's mom closes the front door while leaving the room to go get her son. Danielle then proceeds to sit on the house's living room sofa. Eyeing the coffee table in front of her, she decides to look at a few books to pass the time.

"Hmm," She picks up a copy of Grognak the Barbarian. "Surprised this is laying about - issue number twenty-three too. Nice. This has got to be Anthony's, can't imagine his mom or dad reading this." She places it down, only to pick up another book in the process. "Dean's Electronics, forgot his dad was an electronic expert as well. Understandable given his job at Vault-Tec."

Soon after some browsing, Anthony himself and his mom finally walk into the room.

"Here we are: your 'date-to-be'." Miss Foster joked to his girlfriend.

"Mom, you promised not to say that before my evening out with Danielle."

"Oh hush, Anthony. You know Danielle doesn't mind. Do you, Danielle?"

She giggles. "Of course not, Misses Foster, had the privilege to listen to many of his jokes before."

Anthony's mom exhaled a sigh of relief. "That's good. Well, have fun at the senior dance, you two!" She guided them out the door. "Don't forget to be back before eight o'clock! You hear me, Anthony?"

Anthony looked back to the front of the house and nodded. "Yes, mother."

She nods back in response and closes the door.

"Phew, now that she's out of the picture - shall we?" The tall upper-classman offered his arm to his 'just-as-equally-heightened' girlfriend.

She blushed, taking his arm. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Honk, honk, hoooonk!

"Damn it, what's with all the traffic? Hey, I need to get to a dance here!"

A cop walks up to the pissed-off individuals' car and sighs. "Of course, who else would it be..."

"Hey, Officer McCreary, mind telling me what's going on here?"

"There's been a little accident in the following intersection between a Robco van and a Nuka Cola truck - so wherever you need to go, you-"

The greaser interrupted. "The dance! I gotta get to the dance!"

"Riiight, as I was about to say, you're going to have to find a way around, Johnny."

"But that'd take time! And the school is only just a few blocks from here!"

"Don't know what to tell you, other than what I said earlier."

"Man," Johnny points his finger at him and puts the car in reverse. "Screw you." He then puts it into drive and pushes down on the pedal, nearly running over the officer's foot, and drove onto the town sidewalk. "You or the accident won't stop me from seeing my Sheila!"

"Motherfuc-" The officer ran to his car, picking up the speaker to his radio through his window. "Dispatch, got a reckless driver attempting to bypass the accident area by driving on the town's sidewalk. Over."

The person on the other end of the radio spoke. "Got it, 10-4. It's Johnny, right?"

McCreary half-joked. "Who else in this small town?"

There was a pause. "All right, we'll meet you at his trailer outside of town, McCreary."

"10-4. Consider it done like dinner." He hung his speaker up to the police radio in his car.

Meanwhile, at Sunny-Vale High...

"Finally, we're here." Anthony parked his car into an empty lot space near the school. "Excited?"

Her eyes wandered curiously to look at him. "That supposed to be a rhetorical question, Anthony?"

"Uh, no," He tugged at his shirt nervously. "I-"

"Hush," Danielle put her finger against his stuttering lips and giggled. "I was only kidding. Now come on! I hear the school managed to get a Mister Handy to serve punch and make cake for the dance tonight - should be a blast."

Anthony grinned and nodded back. "Well alright then, let's do this." Both of them got out of the car and walked along with the crowd going into the school's gymnasium. A few heads turned in awe to look at the cute couple strolling in.

Some whispers were heard among the crowd. "Is that Danielle with Anthony? I can't believe my eyes! Didn't they hate each other before? Why would she go out with that geek?"

Anthony wrapped his arm around Danielle, as the two simply ignored what the students were conversing about. And even they both knew what was going to happen, they didn't care, for they were in love.

The rumored Mister Handy came to greet them, entirely clueless to the fact that most of everyone was now talking about the couple that came in. "Punch, sir?"

Anthony grabbed a punch glass from the robot's tentacle-like arm. "Yes, thank you."

"And what about you, madam?"

Danielle politely declined. "No, thanks. Saving my appetite for after the dance, heard you were going make a cake."

The Mister Handy unit almost sounded excited when she mentioned that. "Why, of course! All of you are going to love it, it's what my creators programmed me to make for this event. Chocolate cake with vanilla frosting - along with a few Sugar Bombs' pieces sprinkled on top as well."

She smiled. "Sounds delightful."

"Glad you think so, madam!" Suddenly, the unit hovered away to tend to the other guests' that were calling for his aid.

Anthony took a sip from his cup. "Hmm," Anthony observes some of the crowd walking to the center of the gym. "Looks like the dance is about to start soon."

Danielle grinned. "Good, been waiting for this - our moment together."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

She nodded slowly. "Yep."

"Surprised." He laughed.

"Stop it." She playfully punched his shoulder. "You know why I'm falling for you - at least, I hope you do."

They walked together to the gym center. "I think I do, I-"

"Hey, hey! Annie and Danny! Glad to see you're both here!"

Anthony sighed and thought to himself. "Interrupted again."

The two turned to look at the half-drunk student. Anthony responded as calmly as possible. "Hey, Max, how're you doing?"

"Just fine, fine." Hiccup. "Oh, excuse me. Say, did you guys try this punch? It's literally the bomb! Besides Sugar Bombs, that is."

"Yeah, trying it myself, the robot didn't do a bad job with it."

"Right? Anyway, have fun with Danny, your date - I mean Danielle! Did I call you Annie too, Anthony? Ah, I should stop drinking this punch, but it's so good!" Max walked away, stumbling. "Anyway, see you guys later!"

"Well, that was interesting." Danielle almost laughed.

"Yeah, spur of the moment for him, I guess."

"Wait," She looked around, fixing her mindset on something else. "Hear that? They're finally starting to play the song through the school speakers, oh, and it's my favorite one!"

"Arghh, this sounds familiar, since I know I've heard this from somewhere before. It's Come Softly To Me by The Fleetwoods, right?"

Danielle's face lit up. "Yes! Oh my gosh, didn't expect you to know the title."

"Well, I have, and it turns out I surprised you this time."

She bats an eye at him and smirked. "Very. Now, enough lollygagging - sway with me, Anthony."

And he agreed to do just that. Willingly interlocking his hands with hers, the two moved without a care in the world across the floor, and dazzled each couple they passed on by while doing so. Surprisingly, they managed not to step on each other's toes either, which was a surprising feat considering this was their first dance together.

Soon, the doors opened with a loud crash. Everyone stopped dancing to see who was at the door.

Johnny yelled. "Finally got here, now where's my date in this fuckin' dive?!"