Hey guys! Thanks for all the positive reviews! I think I have gotten better at writing in the past few months, and I'm ready to take on this chapter! Here we go!

Chell slowly opened her eyes, first one eye, and then the other. She lifted herself up on her bed so she was sitting. She slowly stretched out her arms, and looked at her digital clock. Chell tried to process what her plans were for the day.

Eat breakfast, maybe lay around all day in my PJ's… Wheatley. That's right; I'm supposed to hang out with him today! …right. It's a date. Oh god, oh god, what am I going to wear?

She jumped out of bed, and stumbled to her closet, sweeping dirty clothes away from her path as she traveled. Chell opened her sliding closet and shuffled her hands through her limited amount of clothes. She finally settled upon a white skirt and a v-neck orange shirt. After quickly changing, she ran to her bathroom to do her hair.

"A pony tail will be fine, right? It's the carnival… but what if I don't look good in it?" She argued with herself for a few more seconds, before finally deciding to put it in a pony tail.

Chell ran down the stairs, nearly tripping in excitement. Wheatley was supposed to be there at 11. The clock said 10:52, and when she saw that, a jolt of nervousness ran through her body. She grabbed an apple, and quickly bit into it as she packed her purse.

"Chell?" her father's voice called.

"Yeah, dad?" She quickly turned to him, a bit irritated that he was interrupting her important business.

"Just… don't let him do anything that you don't want to do. You're an independent woman, just like your mother." Chell was shocked at these words. This was the first time that she could remember where her father was actually being serious. His usually, all-fun-during-everything attitude wasn't showing. She smiled, and hugged her dad.

"Okay daddy. I won't." She squeezed him for a second longer, and then continued to pack. Chell barely glanced at the clock, it was 10:59. He would be here any minute.

…

Wheatley slowly walked up to the door that was supposed to be Chell's. Along with his paranoia that he was at the wrong address, his uncle (who he has been staying with to do his studies) pressured him to make this one of the best dates, because he might not get another one. This made him tremble, and multiple scenarios went through his mind.

What if I mess up? What if she hates me? Oh god. This is all a prank, the date, our friendship, everything. Okay, Wheatley, be brave. If it's a joke, you'll have a good laugh about it!

His hands shaking, he rang the doorbell. Chell answered the door immediately, and he sighed a breath of relief. Wheatley then looked at her, as soon as he did, he was in awe.

"Man alive… I mean, you look great!" Wheatley said with a nervous tone.

"Really? I put this together last minute…" Chell said as she walked out the door. She waved goodbye to her parents, and then turned to Wheatley.

"So, are we walking, or riding a bus, or what?" She smiled, he returned the smile.

"Well, it's a lovely day… and I was thinking we could walk! U-unless you don't want to, that's perfectly fine! We could ride a bus, or a car! Or anything really!" He rambled about. She smiled, and could tell he was nervous. Secretly on the inside, the feelings were mutual.

As they walked to the carnival, they talked about random things, just to get to know each other. Chell felt great, because it wasn't awkward. This was her first date ever, and she wanted it to be like a dream.

Wheatley felt nervous every second they talked, being afraid that he was going to mess this up somehow.

They finally arrived at the carnival, where Wheatley insisted on paying for them. Chell agreed, after a while, and they entered the carnival. She immediately saw what she wanted to do.

"Hey, Wheats, can we do this first?" She pointed up to a gigantic rollercoaster. It looked old and rickety, which made Wheatley not want to do it.

"Uh… well…" He looked at her, she looked at him. Chell had a look of excitement in her eyes, and he didn't want to disappoint her, that might ruin everything. Wheatley clenched his fists in fear, and nodded. She then took his hand and ran in the very short line, where only one other person was standing. The other person was about the same age as Wheatley and Chell. He was very buff, with brown scruffy hair.

He turned around and noticed Chell. His look of no expression changed to a smile.

"Well hello pretty lady! Name's Rick. What's a lady like you doin in a line for a ride like this?" Rick said in a flirty way.

Chell just ignored him, and he just backed away. Wheatley felt a surge of jealousy run through his veins. They ran to the track where the rollercoaster began.

"This isn't so bad, is it Wheatley?" Chell said as they were going up. Wheatley simply just shook his head. Rick chuckled at Wheatley's fear.

"I sure hope this doesn't… break. It's so rickety, it could break any second." Rick chuckled; this made Wheatley tremble a bit.

"Don't listen to him, it won't break." She said as she grabbed his hand. All his feelings of fear were wiped away, and he smiled as they went down the huge drop.

…

"That was so much fun! Y'know, I've never been on a rollercoaster before this!" Wheatley explained to Chell.

"Really? That's why you were so scared!" She realized. They continued walking, when Wheatley saw something that caught his eye.

"Haunted House, wanna do it?" He asked, and then chuckled a bit. "The effects are probably so cheesy, especially at a local carnival like this." Chell nodded subconsciously.

No. No no no no no! I don't want to do a Haunted House! I am so scared of those… bad childhood experience… but… he did something he was scared of for me… I'll return the favor.

"Sure." She bravely said, but somehow, they were already in the Haunted House. She held his hand, as the slowly walked through the house. Wheatley was right, some "ghosts" popped out. The lights flickered, it wasn't that scary.

Soon they entered the attic, and the lights turned off.

"Oohhh. Sooo scary." Wheatley said, and chuckled a bit.

"Please stay where you are. We are having technical difficulties with the lighting." The announcer quickly said, but Chell couldn't help herself from moving.

"I got to get out of here!" Chell said with a scared tone.

"Wait! Love, d-don't leave!" He shouted and grabbed her hand, pulling it closer to him. In the dark, they were face to face, merely inches apart from each other. Wheatley leaned in, and kissed her.

The lights flickered back on, but they didn't seem to notice. The only thing each could notice was that their hearts were beating rapidly. Chell softly broke away from the kiss, smirking a bit.

"Does… does that make it official?" She asked him.

"Man alive…" he sighed to himself. "Make what official?" He said, with a confused look on his face.

"Are we… boyfriend and girlfriend?" She smiled. "I mean, I've never dated anyone before and…" she rambled on a bit more.

"We can make it official, if you want." He said, leaning in for another kiss.

Gosh, that was tiring to write. How did I do? Oh, and don't worry, them going fast in the relationship is part of the story. The next chapter will be a couple years later, so no worries, right? Critique me as much as you want! Thanks for reading!