The Date

That next morning Oliver showed up to practice with his nerves undone and his body drug through. Tom found him leaning against his broomstick asleep in the middle of Puddlemere's pitch. Lightly Tom pushed Wood to wake him up.

            "Tired Wood?"

             "Damn twins were up till two inventing, again!" Oliver groaned stretching. He was so tired at that time he didn't realize how nervous he was as well.

            "You know," Tom said, "You should really find other places to catch up on your sleep. Rich's getting worried that you're not getting efficient sleep,"

"I know I do but where can I go?"

"You are always welcome at my place and Riches place as well. Or may be…"

"Or may be what Alary?"

"Well may be its time you get a girlfriend," Tom gave Oliver a wink then flew up to do his laps. Oliver just rolled his eyes then remembered he had a date that afternoon. Finally waking up he realized he'd never been more nervous than ever. Why was this muggle girl having such a big impact on him? True he was going to take Fred and George's advice with the rules except he made up one more for himself. Truth; he was going to be honest with her. If she was wondering something about him and he couldn't tell her, than that was how he would answer her. No games, simple as that. Realizing that the rest of the team was up in the air doing their laps, Wood followed suit and joined them.  It was a good cool day and the air helped Oliver wake up. Granted he wished he could have had something to help him with his nerves. The funny thing was, as practice got under way, he was performing really well. Only during a half an hour break did his stomach give in and he got sick. Then back into the air he went and performed just like before. He was making spectacular dives and outstanding saves and catches and Rich was more than pleased, he was ecstatic. After practice was done, Rich went into the boys' locker to find his keeper.

"Oi Oliver! Are you in here?"

"Over here Rich," Oliver answered. Rich turned the corner to find Oliver by his locker fresh out of the shower with just a towel around his waist.

"You were spectacular! How were you doing all those moves today?"

"I always do that when I'm nervous," Rich looked at Wood confused.

"Nervous? What for! You know that you got the spot as keeper. I'm not going to push you back. Especially not after that!"

"It's not that Felty, I got a date this afternoon," Wood said staring to feel sick again.

"I understand that you're nervous but I didn't think you got that nervous," Rich looked at Oliver's face which was now turning green, "Um Oliver are you ok?" Oliver held up his index finger telling Rich to hold onto that thought then ran to the bathroom stalls. A few moments latter he came back not so green.

"Better?" Rich asked laughing.

"Yea, anyway I'm this nervous not cause of the date but because it's a date with a muggle girl,"

"A muggle!" Rich asked in shock.

"Yeah a muggle and I have no idea what to talk with her about. I mean Fred and George gave me some advice but other than that I have no idea what to do!" Rich thought for a moment,  

"You took muggle studies in school right?"

"Yeah,"

"How'd you do?"

"Pretty good actually, I mean I'm not dumb about their way of life or anything and it's not like she's from around here or anything so if I act like I know what I'm doing things should go well I hope,"

"Where's she from?"

"The US," Rich again thought for a moment.

"Well go with that. Talk about your school, just not too specific, talk about your friends and family. Just know when you're going too far. You might want to figure out something to do with Snitches. I don't think it's a smart idea if you're owl starts bringing your mail when you're around her. And until you know how much you like her, avoid magic!" Oliver rolled his eyes,

"I thinks that's obvious Felty," Rich just laughed then thought of one more thing,

"Oliver," Wood just gave him a puzzled look, "Just be yourself," Wood nodded and Rich turned to go then smirked as he got an idea.

"You know Oliver," he said quickly getting Wood's attention one more time, "It might not hurt if you just show up like that," Felty said winking. Oliver just blushed as Rich walked away laughing his head off. After the shock faded away from Riches last statement, Oliver finally finished up getting dressed. Looking at his muggle watch he noticed that he still had time before he met with Kristin. So without even thinking twice he apparated home and flopped down on his couch with a huge sigh.

"How am I going to pull this off?" he mumbled to himself then panicked. What was he going to do if she didn't like him? Then he paused and wondered what the hell he was thinking. Why am I more worried if she doesn't like me then if she doses and I have to find a way to explain things to her? Shocked at his own discovery Oliver got off his couch and headed to the bathroom. He quickly cheeked himself over then left to head to Murphy's. When he got there he noticed that he was fifteen minuets early. So he just told the hostess that he was waiting for someone and he would just wait by the door. As he waited a waitress went by and noticed him.

"Oliver? What are you doing here?" Oliver looked up to see the approaching witch, who worked their part time,

"Hello Cindy. Just waiting for someone,"

"Not one of the twins I hope?"

"No, no! A girl actually," Oliver laughed remembering the last time he came here with Fred. A complete disaster that event turned out to be. Cindy raised one eyebrow.

"A girl huh? Haven't seen you out with a girl sense," Oliver interrupted her,

"Yes a girl!" then he just got quiet, "Look Cindy, is it possible to get a booth in your section?"

"Yeah I'll save one for you. Why?" Oliver got real quiet and answered,

"Cause the girl is a muggle. I could use all the help possible," he looked real serious at Cindy and added a little louder than he should of, "I never dated one before,"

"Never dated one what?" Oliver looked like he was going to be sick. He turned and looked to see Kristin standing right behind him. Shit! What do I say?

"American, never dated an American before," he quickly thought up and which was true. He never dated an American either. Kristin just gave him a cheeky grin.

"Well don't worry, we don't bite unless provoked," Oliver smiled realizing his excused worked. Cindy then helped him out even more.

"Well if you two are ready to eat I can take you back to my section," Kristin and Oliver nodded their heads and followed Cindy back. On the way back Oliver noticed what Kristin was wearing. It was hard not to. She had on a pair of tight fitting black pants that rode on her hips. Flairs were what they were called Oliver believed and she had a fancy but fitting maroon v-cut shirt on that showed a little bit of her tummy and emphasized her upper chest. She had her hair down for the first time sense he'd seen her and just a light coat of pink lip-gloss across her lips. Oliver liked what he was seeing and noticed as they passed other tables, other guys liked what they saw too. Cindy sat them in the farthest corner booth, much to Woods liking. It was the perfect place to keep out of sight just in case he saw somebody he knew. As they looked over the menus Oliver desperately tried to think of something to say but couldn't. Luckily Kristin did.