Alright guys, this is a pretty long chapter. It really took me a while to write, I couldn't just rush it. Let me know what you think of it, any changes you think I should make. Whether I should add anything to it. Also, I'd really appreciate any suggestions you have for more oneshots. Anything you think would be interesting to run with. It's not that I don't have ideas, but I want to know what you guys think, and what you'd like to see. I'm trying to get on a schedule for posting these, so they should be out around every day at 11 or so am, but if I'm late or accidentally miss a day, it's not because I've forgotten. It's because I'm still writing or school took up too much of my uploading time
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-Aislin
"I'll pick you up at 6 on Saturday," He informed her out of the blue.
"For what reason?" She questioned incredulously.
"Our first real date." He explained.
"No, I'm still confused. I haven't been asked on any date. I'm not going on any date," She stated firmly.
"Well if I had asked, would you have said yes?" He asked.
"No," She answered.
"Which is why I didn't ask," He rationalized. At this point she had started staring at her wrench as if she were thinking about whether or not to throw it at him. She wouldn't do that, he thought to himself, She likes me.
Paige and Walter were observing the situation unfolding in the workshop. "Fifty dollars says she throws the wrench," Walter bet.
"Oh no, she definitely throws the wrench. She always throws the wrench, no bet." Paige answered quickly.
"He would avoid so much physical pain if he just didn't pursue her," Walter pointed out.
"Oh, I don't think he minds," Paige pointed out.
"It also throws off the entire team. From a workplace standpoint their relationship is nothing but bad," Walter stated. "The same thing happens every single time, he goes after her, hurts her, she hurts him, and the whole team is off-balance."
"Well, I don't know. Maybe it'll make them both happy, and that can't be bad for the team, can it?" Paige asked.
"Maybe not."
"I'll see you Saturday at six, Happy!" Toby screamed as he sprinted out the garage to avoid the flying tools.
As soon as he had left, Happy fell into her desk sighing. "Are you gonna go?" Paige asked quickly, wasting no time.
"I don't know," Happy said trying to shut her out while being honest
"I think you should."
"That doesn't help me."
An awkward space filled the room. Everyone was thinking, but no one knew what to say. When Walter had an idea, "Flip a coin. Heads you go, tails you don't."
"It's a sure way to make a decision," Happy agreed.
"I have a quarter," offered Sylvester.
"Alright, flip it on three," Walter instructed. "One ... Two... Three." Sylvester flipped the coin and everyone leaned in. Tails. Oh, she thought, I guess that's that then. She sat down and sighed again.
"If you were disappointed with that flip, you should go," Paige told her.
"I wasn't disappointed," Happy snapped.
"Alright, whatever you say. Say Hi to Toby on Saturday for me," Paige shot back sweetly.
When Saturday rolled around, she still found herself unsure of what to do. She decided she might as well get ready, and if she didn't want to when he arrived then she wouldn't go. She hadn't made her decision yet, but she couldn't be unprepared.
She went about her normal day, but she kept making small changes without noticing. Like when she came home from the supermarket, but had forgotten to buy herself dinner, or when she forgot to pick out a movie to watch by herself that night. Of course, she didn't take these things as signs she wanted to go on the date. She just passed them off as some weird occurrence of forgetfulness, which was also unplausable.
When the clock struck 5:58, she realized she was waiting for him to knock on the door. This was what finally convinced her to say yes. She would take this date as an experiment. If it didn't go well, that would be it, and she would never have to wonder again. If it did go well, she didn't know what would happen. She didn't like that feeling.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
She broke out of her thoughts to yell, "Who's there?"
"Is it that hard to guess," came a slightly, disappointed voice from the other side of the door.
"No," she said opening the door. He looked surprised. He hadn't expected her to be ready to go. He expected her to reject him and turn him away.
"Do you want to leave then?" He asked her. She nodded, so he took her hand and began to lead her to the car.
"So you thought it would be a great idea to take me to a forest at night for our first date? You do know this is how horror movies start, right?"
"One, I am not just taking you to a forest at night. I am taking you geocaching. Two, a horror movie has nothing on you," Toby reminded her confidently. "And, besides, are you really afraid of a couple of trees?"
"Of course I'm not," she said firmly. "Lead the way."
"So what we do is-"
"I know what geocaching is, you moron."
"Ok, then let's go," He invited.
"We could go home if you want," Toby offered. "It's pretty late." That wasn't exactly true. It was 11:00 pm, but he desperately wanted her to want to stay later. They had been finding caches for hours. They had been having fun.
"No, we only need to find two more," she pointed out. "I really want to finish."
"Alright," Toby gave in happily, "But you're going to have to keep me awake."
"How?" She asked.
"Talk to me."
"What would I even talk about?" She wondered out loud.
"How about I ask questions, and you answer?"
"Ok."
Half an hour later, they were searching for the last cache.
"Favorite color?"
"Green."
"Found it."
"That's not a question, Doc."
"No, I mean I found the last one, Happy."
"Where?" She asked looking around.
"There," He gestured. She grabbed his hand without thinking, and started to run towards it. "Slow down. It'll still be there if we walk," he groaned. She picked up the brightly colored box to see what was inside. A rose gold charm bracelet. There was only one charm on the bracelet so far, a wrench.
"You came here earlier to set this up, didn't you?" She asked him in awe.
"I mean, yeah. I wanted to make it special," he admitted quietly.
"Thank you," She said stepping closer to him.
"It wasn't that much effort."
"I don't thank people often, Toby. You should just accept it. It probably won't happen too often," She warned him.
"Alright, you're welcome."
"Let's start walking back, it's long walk." She said after fastening the bracelet around her wrist. She didn't usually wear a lot of jewelry. She didn't see the point most of the time, but this was different. It wasn't just something she had bought, it had been something that had been given to her. People didn't usually bring her things.
"So, do you want to do this again?" He asked her as he was dropping her back home. "I mean it's not like you have to. If you don't want to I can't make you," He started to ramble. "But I want to. I mean clearly you know that. I'm the one who wanted to date you. So anyway-"
"Stop talking," she interrupted. She then quickly pressed her lips to his. "Take that as you will."
"Breakfast tomorrow?"
