Sorry I know this chapter is short but I hope you like it anyway.

Chapter 2

"Here Seychelles!" America handed her a hot dog and took a bite out of his.

America noticed she was confused. "What?"

"I thought for sure you would get a hamburger," she replied.

America laughed. "You do know me well! I wanted one so badly but the guy told me he ran out of hamburger meat."

They were out in Chicago. Seychelles was dressed up neatly with a blue wavy dress and America wore a wrinkled collared shirt like he usually did. There was a big parade going on so America thought it was the best place to be. Seychelles was enjoying herself; seeing all the floats as they drifted overhead blocking some of the sun. "Thanks America. This is fun! Oh! Look at that dog float!"

America looked at it closely. "You mean Clifford?"

"That's his name? Clifford! Hey Clifford boy!" she shouted to the float waving her hands in the air.

America chuckled. "It can't listen to you. It's just a float!"

Seychelles knew that but still thought it was cute. Coincidently the float turned her way because of the wind. It seemed to stare directly at her. "See! Bye Clifford!"

America watched in wonder. "Well, what do you know, floats do have brains."

They made their way to the cities park. It seemed that there was even more commotion going on.

"Are those people in the center of the crowd dancing?" she asked America.

"Yeah. They call it street dancing," America told her. "Cool huh?"

"Very."

America faced her. "Do you know how to dance?"

Seychelles blushed. "Not exactly but I would like to try."

"You can, you know." He told her.

"But what if I embarrass myself?"

America pointed to one side of the crowd full of people. "If granny can dance and get cheers from people watching, you can too."

Seychelles followed his finger and saw he was pointing at an old lady who was dancing not too well. The crowds of people were still cheering her on. Seychelles gathered up all her courage and jumped into the center. She really hadn't heard the song that was playing before but decided to just go with the flow.

Once Seychelles noticed people looking at her she blushed. Nonetheless she was having fun. Everyone smiled while looking at her. America did the same which made Seychelles really feel weird.

America was surprised by how much she was having fun. He wanted to dance too but didn't think he would look any better than the old lady. Suddenly a man took Seychelles by the hand and they did a little dance together. America unconsciously frowned.

After Seychelles' dance with the stranger, she looked back at America to see him frowning. 'What's wrong with America?' She thought to herself. 'Maybe he needs to have a little more fun!'

Seychelles danced her way over to him and grabbed his arm. She pushed him into the center. All of a sudden everyone turned to look at him.

"Hey, that's America."

"Whoa really? I've never seen him in person."

All around them whispers and silent conversations took place. America felt unloved there but wouldn't let his emotions take over. He forced a smile. "Hi."

Then everyone started to cheer and go on with their dancing. Seychelles took his hand and they danced together though America couldn't seem to get his footing right.

At the end of the day America and Seychelles made their way up to the Sears tower.

Once they found a comfortable place in the tower to watch the city from they let out a sigh in unison making Seychelles giggle.

"I had a great time America," Seychelles told him.

"So did I!" America agreed. "It was funny when the old lady thought her back was broken!"
"Hey that's not nice!" Seychelles scolded. She sighed and looked out at the sunset. "It's so beautiful," she exclaimed with a smile.

He couldn't help to smile as well when he looked at her. "I'm glad."

Seychelles noticed his smile and blushed. "This is almost like a date."

America thought about it. "What's a date again?"

Seychelles feeling embarrassed answered, "When a guy and a girl who like each other hang out together while doing something fun."

"I guess it does fit the definition." He looked back at Seychelles. "Why is your face red? Are you ill?"

"N-no!" Seychelles shouted.

"You sure?"

"Yes!"
America shrugged though he felt his face turn red as well. 'What's wrong with me?' He asked himself.