Okay, so this is the second installment of this drabble collection. Hooray. Okay, this one isn't particulary a true story, mostly made up. But for all you girls out there... the feeling and greast FEAR will come on you first date. Take it from me. And no, the events that happened in this story did not happen to me, thank god, but a fragment of my wild and fun imagination.

Oh, okay. I have a genious idea. For the [ possible reviewers out there, i was hoping if you could pop in an embarassing situation/story into your review that is at least mildy related related to ramantic situation. It makes it more fun. :) But do not worry, you do not have to, but if you do, it can be put in anonymous if you prefered it that way! So please, I want to keep this collection fresh, add your ideas, please!! Thank you.

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AWkward
Part two- Movie Theater

•♥• Roxette •♥•

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Olette giggled, "So, where are we going next?" She had a cautious twinkle to her eyes, and she folded her hands together out of routine as she walked next to him in the open mall. She was so happy, she felt like she could skip in each step.

Tonight was her first date, after all.

And it wasn't just any old first date. No, it was the first date with the boy she has liked since the third grade. And considering she was now fifteen, it has been a lot of years.

The boy next to her cocked his head to the side and smiled at her. His bangs of sun-kissed hair slightly covered one his eyes freely as he gazed at the girl. "Well, it's almost 8:20, so I guess we should head for the theater." He replied, squinting at his watch with interest. His crisp blue eyes flickered back to Olette, who was nervously staring at the floor, perfectly aware that he was looking at her.

She looked around the open mall, where small shops lined the sides and brilliant trees and bushes flourished along the middle. There were a lot of couples walking down the strip tonight, all holding hands and acting giddy. The cool night breeze blew at her hair and moved a strand of hair into her eye, and began to brush it out of the away.

But that silly Roxas was too quick, and as her hand was left in mid-air and vermilion eyes wide, as he softly pushed the strand of hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. Olette blushed and smiled in the direction of the floor. Little did she know Roxas could see her flushed face even when he was a good half a head taller than the girl. So he smiled at her innocent antics as he breathed in the light, cool air.

You see Olette wasn't always the most…outgoing girl in the world, and she didn't quite understand why a 'popular' guy like Roxas would even think about going out with her.

It had all happened one day when they were sitting in another dull Algebra class.A white note was flicked onto her wooden desk. She had quickly snapped out of her daydream, and look around to see who had thrown it. Olette saw Roxas smiling at her, and she remembered her stomach doing a back flip. She had slowly unfolded the creased paper and read: "Movies, Saturday night?"

And so that was how it happened, completely out of the blue and shocking to Olette, who had liked the boy for a good number of years, and she still hadn't quite gotten over it. Her best friend Kairi had spent at least two hours before he picked her up fixing her hair and dressing her up to her liking. Olette felt her stomach do another flip, almost thinking that she had missed a step down next to the fountain.

Olette looked up, the movie theatre was in view, and her stomach still felt taut and annoyingly tight. She had never been on a date before… how did things work? Would he buy the tickets for her? When should they kiss? That is, if he even decided to kiss her. Suddenly, Olette felt dizzy and didn't want to be there anymore. She swallowed hard.

"So, umm, what movie are we seeing again?" Olette asked a little huskily, at the moment, her mouth felt very dry.

Roxas smiled. "It's called 'Deceptive Killer', I heard it was really good." His eyes twinkled again, and she wondered how he kept doing that as his words finally hit her. I smiled at his goofily, desperately hoping he didn't notice.

Wait. A horror movie?

Olette felt the itching need to run away. "Uhhh…" Olette said unconsciously as she stared up at the neon-decorated theatre. Roxas looked at her.

"We don't have to see it if you don't want to." He told her with sincerity, looking up at the stars. Olette jumped.

"Oh! No…no, no, no, no…don't worry about me! Erm…I heard its good, too!" Olette tried, chipping her nails behind her back. She didn't want him to think she was a wimp, even though years ago she had already decided she was.

He turned his head towards her. "You sure?"

"Yeah!" she pushed…maybe she could get through the movie well?

They had finally reached the ticket booth, and Olette had a minor panic attack. What should she do? Should she offer to pay? She decided to a least pull her flowered wallet out, just in case. Roxas saw her, and laughed.

"Olette, don't worry, I've got this." He smiled a brilliant smile and then turned to the ticket man. Olette felt slightly blinded from the gloss of his teeth as she stood there stupidly. She absentmindedly ran her tongue across her own, hoping that maybe her teeth were up to standard.

Once he had paid kindly, they went inside to the popcorn booth. Once again, Olette pulled out her wallet.

"Ha ha, Olette, seriously, I've got this." He continued to smile at her, shaking his head as he placed his arm around her shoulder. The reaction was immediate; Olette froze up, and her mind felt momentarily fuzzy at his touch. He guided her towards the employee, who had just called them to be next in line. As they reached the counter, he took his arm away to retrieve his wallet. Olette couldn't help but feel mildly disappointed. She simply didn't want him to let go of her.

After Roxas paid for the popcorn and soda, they both entered the dark movie room. As they took their seats towards the near back, the previews slowly came to a close. Olette made in inward moan and shrunk lower in her seat. Both Roxas and the oncoming movie seemed to make her cower in fear. Olette sipped her Coke nervously.

Should she take his hand? He felt desperately dizzy again, and could barely focus on the credit intro. She carefully looked at his hand to the left of her. It was casually laying on the armrest between them, basically called for her throbbing hand. She shrunk lower as fear pulsed through her, maybe she could sneak out while he was not looking?

She decided to watch the film, maybe to clear her foggy mind. This didn't help much, considering the movie was making her jump several inches off the seat every few minutes or so. She felt Roxas turn to her and laugh.

"Aww, come on Olette, it's not too scary." He basically whispered, smiling at her. Olette melted on the spot, it seem like they were barely an inch away. How is he so fucking suave? She smiled back nervously. He looked at her like that for a while, and Olette both wanted to rip her eyes away and run, and also to never surface from his gaze. Whatever move that was coming next, however, was lost in Olette's sudden jump from the loud boom coming from the screen. He jumped hastily too, and she could barely make out a small blush on his cheeks. Or maybe that was the reflection from the red-hot explosion from the screen. I murmured a "sorry", and turned back to the screen.

Stupid Olette. Stupid, stupid, stupid, Olette.

Way to go. She probably just blew her first fabulous, and long awaited for first kiss with the boy she has practically been in love with for years. Olette wanted to whimper. They continued to watch the movie in a slightly awkward silence, and Olette thought that her lip could be chewed off by the time the movie was over at the rate she was going.

But then, something happened.

Olette numbly felt something drop onto her lap as Roxas turned to her, said something she couldn't understand, and began to lean towards her. Olette's mind was buzzing, gadgets and sirens were screaming and turning fast inside her mind. Panic and fear was behind her at the moment, a first on this date, and she felt oddly confident for the next coming events. Now or never. Now or never. Now or--

Olette's mind made itself up, and she closed her eyes and leaned towards him, too.

Something made contact with her throbbing lips, and her heart soared. This was her first kiss. Her first kiss with Rox—

But something wasn't right. Her upper lip was against some small amount of hair. Surely Roxas didn't have a mustache? And the longer she stayed there, the more she realized that, whatever she was kissing, was not kissing her back.

A bomb exploded in her stomach. She opened her one eye and slit, but it was not the blue orb she was expecting, but a lock of golden hair poking at her pupil.

Oh god. Ohh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god. Surely she had not just kissed his –

Olette pulled back suddenly, a loud slurp noise tagged a long as she stared in horror at the boy's bewildered face. He was not even looking at her, but at the floor with eyes wide and mouth slightly parted in shock.

Holy shit. Please say she had not just kissed his eyebrow.

The damage was done. Her life was ruined. She would pack her bags tonight and move to Mexico, or Canada. Yeah, Canada… she was better at French. Olette couldn't look at him anymore, so she panickly grabbed her purse and began to dart out of the theater, suddenly forgetting about Canada, but instead, jumping off a bridge. Death was surely a better option then this torment. But something tugged at her wrist, and pulled her back into her seat. She realized it was Roxas.

He wouldn't let go of her wrist, "I think," he said softly, eyes still glazed over in slight shock, yet staring into hers, " we should try that again." He put his free hand on her jaw line, and pulled her towards her as their lips met in harmony. Birds were singing, and Canada and the highway bridge seemed quite distant at the moment.

The torment and embarrassment was surely worth this. And Olette decided, silently as warmth continued to pulse through her veins at his touch, that kissing his lips was much better than his eyebrow. He pulled her closer.

I can't wait, Olette thought, to tell Kairi about my thoroughly embarrassing first kiss.

Olette tried to hide the humiliation because, at the moment, kissing him the right way was her current obstacle.

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