Mother has cooked my favourite food ever, hazelnut soup!
When I asked what the occasion was she told me there wasn't one, she just felt like making it.
"So darling, do you have any plans for tommorow, is Ariel throwing another girly friday night thing?" my Mother asked while we were eating.
"Yer, so I have to leave at 7:30." i'm trying to avoid saying I have a, what they'll assume is a date.
I know how my mum will react, she'll probably be happy.
My dad on the other hand will ground me for life, in his head i'm still a three year old girl.
"7:30? I thought her parents didn't finish work till 8? She's not going to throw a party that will get her grounded is she?" my dad teases.
All three of us laugh at this.
Ariel and me have been friends since pre-school so not only do we know when eachothers parents finish work, but our parents know when the others parents finish work.
"No, she's not, don't worry. I have plans with someone else before that."
Looks like i'll have to tell them after all, not that I could have kept it from them for long anyway.
"Ooh, who is it?" mum asks, leaning in to show her interest.
My dad stops eating and looks at me sternly.
Forget grounded, he's going to kill me.
"I have a um... date." I stutter.
Mum has a huge smile on her face.
Dads jaw drops and so does his spoon from his hand, luckily it lands on the table, not in his food, I don't think a splash of hot soup on his face will help right now.
"You have a date! Who's the lucky boy?" mum asks ecitedly.
"Apparently you already know him, Flynn Rider?"
"That boy with the scratching post on his chin? Is that the style for facial hair nowadays?" my dad asks sarcasticaly, obviously annoyed.
"ROBERT!" my mum snaps.
"The same one, and it's called a goatee!"
"Goatee, scratching post, it's all the same thing!"
"What did you do the last time he came looking for me?"
My dad looked down at his soup, and began stirring it with his spoon.
"I'll tell her then shall I?" my mum looked at my dad, but he didn't take his gaze of his soup.
"Well Rapunzel, when you where at Mulans house for a sleepover, Flynn came round asking for you, we guessed he might have wanted to take you on a date because he had a bouquet and was dressed rather smart, or is that how he usualy dresses?"
I thought of the way Flynn dresses, it's not exactly what you would call smart, more casual.
Whenever you see him round school, he'll probably be wearing his black leather jacket and black converse like they're glued to him.
"No, he's more of a trainer and jacket boy."
"Oh well, unfortunately your dad was the one who answered the door so when I heard someone being interogated I jumped to the door."
My dad began to look embaressed, tell me this isn't going where I think it's going.
"In my defense, I didn't know who he was, so I thought someone was stalking my daughter!"
"Yer, sure, because that's how stalkers dress and act."
"So you had a go at him for being nice! Why didn't you tell me you did this!"
"Your dad told me not to because he thinks your to young for a boyfriend." my mum told me.
"I didn't say that, I just said she could do better then some rebel boy who probably smokes!" my dad looked rather annoyed now.
"He doesn't smoke! Stop jumping to conclusions!" I snap at him, but smile to make sure he doesn't think i'm annoyed at him over a boy.
"That's what I told him darling!"
My mother and me smile at eachother.
"So, anyway where is he taking you?" my mum trys to change the mood.
My dad leans toward me over the table, but I can see the joke in his eyes.
"Just the cinema, not exactly a romantic setting so calm down dad."
He mocked offence.
"What are you going to wear? Do you need my help, or are the girls coming over to help you?" my mum asks encouragingly.
"It's an hour and a half in a dark room full of people, I don't think i'll be wearing a dress and high heels, there's no point in getting all dressed up."
This makes my dad smile as if to say 'I totaly agree' at my mum.
"If that's what you want to do then, fine." she gives in trying to persuade me.
"So do you want any help getting ready for your big date tonight?" Ariel asks for about the thousandth time that day.
"I'm not getting dressed up, and it's not a 'big date' it's just a... thing." I tell her as I finish putting my maths book and pencil case in my bag.
We begin to walk out the room as Ariel says "I suppose it's good not being a girly-girl but you are probably the most awkward girl I have ever met!"
"I'll take that as a compliment." I say sarcasticaly.
As we walk out the door Eric, Ariels boyfriend, is waiting outside for her.
"Hey Ariel!" he beams as he bends down to kiss her.
I roll my eyes and scoff as I turn away from the cheesy sight.
But as I do I bump into something, or rather someone.
I look up to see I have bumped into Flynn, who must have been waiting with Eric.
"Sorry I wasn't looking where I was going." I apoligize to him.
"That's okay, I was waiting for you. We're still on for tonight right?"
"Yeah, we're still on." I reply shortly.
Turning on my heal to face Ariel, I realize her and Eric are still snogging each others heads off!
"You two are adorable. You make me sick." I joke.
This makes Ariel laugh and thankfully break apart from the exchanging of saliva.
"You saw eachother two hours ago, not two years!" Flynn adds sarcasticaly
We all laugh at his remark.
"Yeah well if you were in a relationship buddy, you would know about stuff like this." Eric remarks back.
"I don't have to be in a relationship to know about things like that."
Okay, that's just gross and not very attractive.
"How about you Rapunzel?" Ariels voice snaps me out of my daze.
"Hm?"
"Will you ever consider being in a relationship?" she asks innocently.
Is she doing this on purpose because Flynn's behind me?
"Let me see... no!" I say harshly.
"You're too stubborn for your own good, you know that?" she links her arm with mine and begins to drag me away, but just before she walks away, she pats Flynn apoligeticaly on the shoulder.
"Good look with her tonight!" she teases.
My jaw drops but before I can say anything, Ariel continues to drag me down the hall.
"Are you sure you want to wear that?" my mum asks, refering to my jeans and t-shirt.
I decided to wear a pair of denim jeans with a black shirt and a purple wool-like shirt over that. Instead of sporting my usual high-ponytail, I have put my hair into a braid down my back, a style that does not show the one streak of brown hair I have.
"We'll be in a cinema, he'll be concentrating more on the screen then me." I tell her.
"Well..." she is cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing.
Our eyes widen, but not in the way that you'd think.
We don't want dad to get to the door first, that would just be awkward given as to what happened last time, so we race down the stairs and I open the door.
Unfortunately it looks like it was an actual date, Flynn had parted with his leather jacket and was now wearing a smart looking blue jacket, that was probably part of a suit.
Underneath that was a black, colared blouse. The look was completed with black trousers.
It was actualy quite a handsome look, but you won't get me to admit that out loud, unless of course it was to reply to a compliment.
"Wow, you look amazing! I um, got these for you." he compliments and it's then that I notice he is holding a bouquete of flowers of every colour.
I think of what people do in the movies when handed a bouquet.
I smell them. Why do people even do that? Is it to show that your grateful for them.
"Thank you so much! You're looking rather handsome aswell, what happened to the leather jacket?" I ask sarcasticaly.
I look down to notice he is still wearing his usual black converse and chuckle a little.
"I thought I better dress smartly for our date." he tells me smoothly.
Please tell me my dad isn't behind me.
"Here, dear, i'll take those of you." my mother chimes from behind, as I turn, she takes the flowers from me and steps back.
Realizing Flynn is still waiting for me, I quickly pull on my purple all-stars (lets hope he doesn't think i'm taking the mick by dressing more casualy then him) and grab my black cardigan, before heading towards the door.
"I probably should have dressed like you have. Clothes suitable for a cinema, I make it look as if we're going to a restraunt." Flynn states as we walk toward his car.
"It's not that bad, people won't realy be able to see what you're wearing anyway." I try to reasure him.
"Fair point well made."
As he says this, we start to drive off.
The film we went to see was a romantic-comedy called 'Blended'. It starts with two single parents going on a blind date, which goes really badly. With a twist and turn of events, they end up stuck together on a blended family holiday to Africa, where they start to fall in love.
Halfway through the film I noticed Flynn had his hand on the arm rest closest to me, with his hand open as if to say I could hold it.
When it comes to things like this, I have absolutely no knowledge apart from things I learned in films, which are planned out.
My hand was already facing palm-down on the arm rest, so it would look wierd if I strangely slipped it into Flynns.
Not that I needed to, Flynn edged his hand close to mine, and before I could react, he had scooped up my hand and intwined our fingers.
I drew in a shaky breath, looking at Flynn through the corner of my eye, he was smiling triumphantly, but I guess when it comes to things like this, Flynn is alot more smoother then me.
As the movie was finishing, there was of course the classical kiss. As this happened I noticed Flynn looking over at me, was he finding what was happening to mushy and decided to look away? Or was he fantacising him and me kissing? Or could it be he wanted to see how I reacted and decide if he wanted to kiss me later?
When we were leaving the cinema, I noticed that Flynn and I were still holding hands.
Everything suddenly added up. Was it just a coincidence that we went to see a romantic-comedy? Did he plan this out?
"You didn't really get those tickets from a friend did you?" I ask dryly.
He stopped us in our tracks and stood so we were opposite eachother.
"It was two weeks of pizza delivery tips." he answers.
"Why? Why me?" I can't help but ask.
A guy like Flynn could have anyone he wanted, why would he want a geek like me. There's nothing special about me, i'm just your avarege girl, compared to girls like Jasmine and Cinderella, two of the prettiest girls I know, i'm not one of those girls who would stand out in a crowded room.
"Because I love your artwork, and when you start to really concentrate, you get this crease in your forehead right, there." he draws his thumb down the middle of my forehead as we laugh a little, when his thumb reaches the bottom of my forehead, he moves it to cup my cheek "And you're beautiful." he adds as he caresses my cheek with his thumb, I try to fight back a blush as he says this.
"Why do I have this feeling your about to mess up my entire life?" I ask, looking over his shoulder, I don't know why but I just can't seem to bring myself to look at him.
Eventualy, I get over that faze and look him in the eye.
"A little mess never hurt anyone." he answers coolly.
Before I can do anything else, Flynn has leaned forward and is now kissing me on the lips.
My eyes widen at first, but soon enough I kiss him back.
He wraps one arm around my waist and pulls me close to him, while his other hand runs through my hair.
I move my hands from his chest to the back of his neck, running one hand through the bottom of his suprisingly soft locks.
We just stand there, kissing eachother, ignoring everything else.
When we break apart for air, Flynn rests his forehead against mine still caressing my cheek, and I notice he has a sly smile on his face.
Before I can ask why, he interupts.
"So does this mean your my girlfriend?"
That caught me off guard.
"Um..." I pretend to be confused, to which he places a hand over his heart and gasps in mock offence.
"Oh come on! I did not just spend two weeks of saving up to buy these tickets, and kiss you, for it to mean nothing!" he yells.
"Ok, ok, i'll... be your girlfriend." I stutter out.
A massive grin crosses his face.