A/N: Some people think I need to put in more Fang and Max time… We will get to that, but I need to get this started first…

Someone also made a comment that Lupo seemed to be more like Max than Max is. That's where either you aren't reading it right, or I'm not conveying how that character Lupo should be right. Lupo is very similar to Max, yes, but as I have explained at certain parts in this story, there are main differences in how they work, think, and act.

THIS IS DEDICATED TO YOU, ANNA RIDE! OUR NEED FOR LIGGY SHALL BE FILLED!

Me and God Love Her

Chapter Six

Lupo

I held onto Iggy tightly, looking around at where we were headed. We had just turned onto the road that could lead either out of town or to the farms and land just on the outskirts.

He wasn't slowing down like most vehicles would when about to turn. He just continued speeding up, soon passing the turn off onto the road that would've lead to our houses.

I watched as we passed before tapping on his abs. His eyes glanced at me through the mirror with a look that told me he knew exactly what I was going to say. But he just continued driving, right out of town.

(I Don't Know How Long Later)

I had my helmeted head resting against his back, my eyes drooping as my arms held him even tighter. I could feel his muscles moving as he rolled his shoulders and twisted the handles to either speed up or slow down.

I wasn't even paying attention to where we were going anymore, just listening to the wind flow past and the bike purr beneath us while trying to figure out when it got so dark. I was drifting in and out of sleep, feeling completely safe, when he turned off the road and parked.

Bright lights seeped through the shaded visor, making me blink and lift my head off of his back.

He was sitting on the bike, watching me through the rearview mirror with a look on his face that I couldn't really place. I pulled the helmet off and looked at where we were.

"You drove all this way to bring me to a tiny diner this far outside of town?"

He smirked at me, "I thought it'd be the perfect place for our first date."

I looked at him with joking disbelief, "Date? I never agreed this was a date. Hell, I didn't agree to come here!"

He chuckled, gesturing for me to get off the bike. I did so, handing him the helmet for him to strap to the holder thing that I didn't know the name for.

Once he was finished, he climbed off the bike himself and put his arm out for me to hook with my own, "Follow me, my dear."

We walked into the quaint diner, Iggy leading me over to a booth by a window looking out to the parking lot. I sat on one side of the booth, making sure the other side was in clear view of his bike.

What? I knew a paranoid bike owner when I saw one.

A lovely older waitress walked over, smiling genuinely and handing us our menus.

I opened it up, looking for the steak section. "You're paying, right?"

He glanced up from his own menu, "Depends. Is this a date?"

"Depends. Are you paying?"

We both laughed and went back to our menus. Pretty soon, the waitress was back asking for what we wanted to drink.

"I'd like a Dr Pepper," Iggy said before looking at me.

"Root beer."

She wrote those down before looking at us, "You two are just such a beautiful couple. What is this for? You're anniversary?"

Iggy's eyebrows scrunched together, "What makes you think that?"

"Well, girls would usually dress up more for any date earlier in the relationship."

I smirked at her, "One, I didn't even know I was going to end up here tonight. Two, I'm not really the kind of girl to dress up for a first date."

"Oh, so it's a first date." She hummed, tapping Iggy on the shoulder with her order pad, "You sure know how to pick 'em. I'll be right back with your drinks."

As she left, I reached over and picked up Iggy's wrist, looking at his watch. "Why are we eating at five thirty?"

"So you'll have fuel for when we go to the local park in this town. They have go-carts, mini-golf, and an ice-cream shack."

I nodded, "Awesome."

The waitress, her nametag read 'Caroline', walked back over to our table without drinks. "Do you know what you two want to order?"

Iggy gestured for me to go first. I took a deep breath, "I want the thickest steak you've got, medium well, with sautéed mushrooms instead of fries."

She turned to Iggy. "I want the classic cheeseburger, no onions and ranch for the fries, please."

She nodded, smiling at us before taking our menus. "It should be right out." And then she left.

I looked at Iggy, not sure what to say.

So, instead, he started the conversation. "Why did you agree this was a date?"

"Free food."

"Seriously."

"Seriously! You don't know what I'd do for a free steak and mushrooms!"

He looked like he wanted to laugh but he wasn't sure if I was joking or not.

I sighed, "Though… You have seemed to redeem yourself from when I first met you. I don't know, maybe I agreed for some reason other than free food."

He smiled, taking my hand across the table and playing with my fingers. "Let me guess," he said, feeling the tips, "You play the guitar."

"Yep. Write some of my own songs, too."

"Have you ever played in front of a crowd?"

"Oh yeah. Just none of my own songs. I don't have any trouble coming up with the lyrics, but I just can't ever get it to go with the music. I usually just perform old songs that I love."

"So you have a good voice?"

"You bet your donkey I do."

"My donkey?"

"I can't remember the other word old people," I shrugged.

"You do know they have a stage here."

"Yeah, but I'm not singing."

"Why not?" I shook my head as he smiled at me. "Come on. You can wait until after you eat."

"Singing is better before eating."

He pouted his bottom lip, "Please?"

I huffed, "How do you know we can even get up there and perform?"

"Caroline," He called and she walked over, "Can this miss here get on stage and gift us all with a song of her choice?"

"Sure, go ahead sweetheart."

"I don't," I started, but Iggy was already pulling me out of my seat and leading me towards the stage. "What am I supposed to do for music?"

Caroline grinned, "If you can play, there's a tuned guitar sitting over there behind you."

So I picked it up and sat down at the stool in front of the microphone. I took a deep breath before playing.

(Rockin' Robin redone by The Jackson Five)

He rocks in the tree tops all day long

Hoppin' and boppin' and singing his song

All the little birdies on Jaybird Street

Love to hear the robin going tweet, tweet, tweet

Rockin' Robin

Rockin' Robin

Blow Rockin' Robin cause we're really gonna rock tonight

Every little swallow, every chick-a-Dee

Every little bird in the tall oak tree

The wise ol owl, the big black crow

Flappin' their wings singing 'go bird go'

Rockin' Robin

Rockin' Robin

Blow Rockin' Robin cause we're really gonna rock tonight

Pretty little raven at the bird-band stand

Told them how to do the bop and it was grand

They started going steady and bless my soul

He out bopped the buzzard and the oriole

At this point, everyone in the diner who knew the song started clapping to the beat.

He rocks in the tree tops all day long

Hoppin' and boppin' and singing his song

All the little birdies on Jaybird Street

Love to hear the robin going tweet, tweet, tweet

Rockin' Robin

Rockin' Robin

Blow Rockin' Robin cause we're really gonna rock tonight

Pretty little raven at the bird-band stand

Told them how to do the bop and it was grand

They started going steady and bless my soul

He out bopped the buzzard and the oriole

He rocks in the tree tops all day long

Hoppin' and boppin' and singing his song

All the little birdies on Jaybird Street

Love to hear the robin going tweet, tweet, tweet

Rockin' Robin

Rockin' Robin

Blow Rockin' Robin cause we're really gonna rock tonight

Tweetly deedly Dee

Tweetly deedly Dee

Tweetly deedly Dee

Tweetly deedly Dee

Tweetly deedly Dee

Tweetly deedly Dee

Tweet, tweet

With that, everyone began to clap and I climbed off the stage, heading back to our booth.

Our food was waiting for us and we dug in.

(Heading To The Park)

I looked up at the sky, wishing it weren't winter so that maybe the sun could stay out longer. It wasn't even very late yet.

Iggy pulled into the park and both of us climbed off the bike. We were standing in front of the go-cart place. I watching the carts go around the track at full speed as Iggy bought our tickets.

"We're riding double seat," he said, leading me over to the line. "Do you want to drive?"

"Hells yeah!"

Soon, we were sitting in the cart, Iggy holding onto the fake steering wheel as I hit the gas. We zoomed around the track, not ever hitting the sides.

Then someone slammed into the back of our cart. And then did it again. And again. I finally let them pass and waited until we were going around another turn before slamming into the back of their cart.

The spun out and watched as we passed, me just looking ahead while Iggy grinned and waved.

(At The Ice-Cream Shack)

"Oh, I can cook."

"Good! You saw what I did to your grill!"

Iggy handed me my Dutch chocolate double scoop covered in chocolate syrup while taking his own Rocky-Road ice-cream from the vendor.

We sat down at a bench while we ate, Iggy's arm around my shoulders. After a while, we both finished and I went to wipe off my face with my napkin when Iggy stopped me.

He took the napkin and threw it away before wrapping one arm around my waist and taking my chin in the other hand.

I closed my eyes, waiting for his lips to meet mine.

(After Mini-Golf)

"I won," I argued as we walked towards his bike.

"No, I won."

"No. I won."

"Oh, who are we kidding? We weren't keeping score!" He exclaimed, handing me the helmet.

I put it on, all while muttering, "I was. And I won."

He chuckled, climbing on the bike and waiting for me to get on behind him.

I did so, wrapping my arms around him and resting my head on his back like I had earlier. Soon, I was falling into the sweet abyss I call sleep.

(Later)

I woke up to Iggy turning onto a dirt road. He drove slowly, passing his own house and moving onto mine. Once we reached it, I climbed off and handed him the helmet.

He looked exhausted and I couldn't help but laugh a bit at his soft looking hair that was sticking up in every direction.

He seemed to be lost in thought until I took his chin between my fingers and tilted his face up. I kissed him lightly before grinning, "This was a great first date."

"We can do it again some time?"

I nodded, "Yeah. That'd be great."

He smiled sleepily, pulling on the helmet and driving off. I turned around, staring at the lit up house.

My great feeling about the date left me as I thought about the trouble I'd be in.

But then the thought of Ella's face if she ever found out made it all better.

A/N: This was twice as long as my regular updates for this story, so I hope you all are happy. I thought I wouldn't be able to finish this until tomorrow, but I just started writing and couldn't stop. Review and maybe I'll stay in the mood.