Soooo I didn't get my hair straightened like I planned, my mom and I just drove around looking for a salon that wasn't too expensive and was in this state. We did not find one. I am disappointed because my hair looks like a train wreck as usual.

The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, it was a happy, happy day. He was meeting Stormfly today. Stormfly. His online best friend for a few years now. He was meeting Storm. Finally.

They had never told each other their real names, on purpose, but today Hiccup was determined to learn everything about her. And ask her out. Properly. Hopefully, she wouldn't be too disappointed by him. But what he loved about Storm was that she didn't seem to care what he looked like. They showered each other with compliments on a daily basis.

Astrid, however, was an entirely different matter.

First, she kept banging on the door while he was showering, then, she scolded him for five minutes straight for taking too long. Then, he remembered that he could yell back too, and they had another shouting match.

Astrid left before Hiccup did. It was weird, that her date was around the same time his was, but really, he was way too excited to care. Quickly, he texted Stormfly.

NightFury: You already there? Im leaving

Stormfly: Halfway :)

"Shit." he muttered, grabbing his sneakers and shoving them on. It was not a good first impression to be late, and by Thor's name, he wanted to make a good impression. His phone buzzed again.

Stormfly: You don't need to worry though XD. I just left a bit early to get away from my roommate. Apparently he has a date too.

Stormfly: Really, don't worry, Night. You could be a day late, and I'll still fall hopelessly into your arms.

He rolled his eyes as he left the apartment, knowing she was being sarcastic and that he was more likely to fall into her arms. Such was the life.

Hiccup walked fast, reaching the cafe very soon. And then he saw a surprise - Astrid was sitting at table, drumming her fingers. She didn't see him, and he quickly slipped into a seat where she wouldn't see him, and quite possibly start a shouting match right there and then in the cafeteria. She seemed to be waiting for someone.

How odd it was that they both had dates, at the same time, and in the same place? Amusedly, he wondered the chances of Storm having a brother. Or sister, whatever Astrid was into.

The cafe was mildly busy, many people were streaming in and out, but not enough for the place to be suffocating. He'd thought they would grab something and head out.

Now, the question to ask was: where was Storm?

He didn't want to text her, or make himself seem too desperate. Maybe she had made a pit stop somewhere else, or maybe she was in the bathroom. Hiccup wasn't going to annoy her by sending a dozen "where are you" messages.

His gaze fell back on Astrid, who was starting to look impatient, and, if he was honest, a little hurt. Maybe some guy had stood her up? No matter how much he wanted to feel amusement at her expense, he'd been stood up by someone before, and it wasn't a great feeling. He supposed he did feel sorry for her. No matter how rude she was, no one should be asked out and then find out some jerk was playing a prank on them.

Why was he focusing on Astrid anyway? He had a date with Storm, who would never stand him up. She was great and fun and cool and -

What guy would stand up Astrid?

Hiccup hated her, he really did. But he couldn't deny that she was extremely pretty. Her blonde hair, blue eyes, and sharp wit were something that lots of guys would find attractive, so honestly, what kind of guy would just ditch her like this?

He didn't know. And he didn't know what possessed him to go over to her table and sit down in front of her.

Immediately, her eyes narrowed at the sight of him. "What are you doing here?"

"I - uh - saw you sitting alone, and -"

"And?" Astrid snapped, hostile. She leaned back, angrily crossing her arms.

Oh, did she have to be so stubborn? He was trying to be a decent person and help her out, so couldn't she just do the same? For once in her life, could she just stop being so damn rude?

"I wanted to help," he grumbled, "I mean, did someone stand you up?"

"No," she hissed, "the guy I'm meeting is way too sweet. Unlike you. Just cause you got stood up doesn't mean -"

"Whoa, Miss Prissy, slow down." He glared at her. "The girl I'm seeing would never stand me up. She's just - well, I don't know where she is, but -"

"Spare me your sob story. I would stand you up, you git. Don't compare your date, who is probably a bimbo if she's seeing you, to my online friend."

Hiccup froze. Online friend? Could it be that - no, that just wasn't possible. There was no way that Astrid was - but...he had to check, just to make sure.

"Storm?" he asked hesitantly, knowing that she would probably call him an idiot for spewing out random weather types.

Instead, her eyes widened almost comically, and her mouth fell open. She whispered softly, as though afraid, "...Night?"

Oh no.

Well, this would be interesting.

Why did I stop there? Cause I'm lazy and horrible. HORRIBLE, I tell you. And because I'm going to see if I can straighten my own hair with our flat iron (I probably can't and will burn myself oh Thor wish me luck).