Hi everyone! Thanks for all the follows and favourites! I'm so glad you are enjoying this story so far! Please review and let me know what you think! What do you expect to happen on their date? How far will they go? Will they be caught? Go on and review! Hehe~

SilverSwagxX: Thank you! Isn't it sweet? I always imagined that although Donald acted like a total dork around Bumper, when he's with a girl he's a real charmer ;) Question is, will he only use this charm for Lucy? Or other girls as well?

Guest: Awww thank you! I'm so touched you called it your favourite fanfic, it means so much! Don't worry, there won't be a lot of sexual situations, but who knows... Donald is the type to play with girls, isn't he?


"Donald I can't do this," I protested despite being willingly held in his arms.

He didn't say a word for a while. It was just us standing in my doorway, locked in a tight embrace. A part of me wanted to feel this forever. Eventually he did release me from his grip, taking my hand this time and sitting me down on my bed. He sat next to me and whispered a small sentence.

"Talk to me."

I fumbled with my hands, staring at them as I wrestled them in my lap. I shook my head and mumbled, "It's just for the best."

I began to tug at my fingers and examine my nails as I avoided eye contact with Donald during this time. I just hoped that he would take his leave and accept my answer. But deep, deep down, I hoped that he wouldn't. "No, it isn't," I heard him say, "Is this because of the Bellas' oath?"

I shook my head again, "It's just something personal. You should go."

From the corner of my eye I could see Donald's hands turn into tight fists, revealing his unwillingness to let this go. He had squeezed his hands so hard that I saw them shake. He sighed and stood up, his feet hitting the ground loud enough to startle me. I had angered him, but I knew it was better to have him walk away than to get hurt in the long run. He made his way to the door as I awaited for him to slam it in my face... But he stopped. I saw his feet turn around towards me.

"It's your ex, isn't it?"

I choked on air as I hitched my neck up to face him. I had used every bit of my willpower not to cry right then. For the third time, I shook my head and forced a smile, "Why would it be about that jerk? No, I just... I just want to focus on college..." Then I clenched my fists and like a dam after heavy rain, I couldn't hold it anymore. Tears poured down my cheeks, creating a small puddle as they fell onto my hands. I heard Donald quickly make his way to me as I rubbed my eyes harshly, as if hurting them would make the tears stop.

He handed me some tissues and I quickly tried to rid the evidence of me being even vaguely upset. Of course, the attempt was futile. Donald placed one of his hands on my shoulder and comforted me, "You don't have to lie to me, Lucy. I don't care if it's your ex."

"Yeah but it's not about your feelings at this point," I blubbered, "it's mine." I lifted my head and saw he was so much closer than I expected him to be. He was kneeling in front of me as I sat on my mattress, one hand on my side and the other resting on my thigh. He was close, really close. I breathed heavily as I tried to move his hand off my leg, but along the way he decided to take a hold of my own hands instead of removing them. I flinched, considering moving away from him entirely, but it just felt so... warm.

"Lucy," Donald whispered, "I like you. Whatever happened in the past is in the past. You're in college now, away from high school. This is a fresh start for you, don't let him hold you back."

The last sentence stuck a slight pain in my chest, as if he told me the truth that I had been hiding from myself this whole time. I sighed, subconsciously gripping onto Donald's hand tighter. Swallowing my fear, I murmured back, "Don... I'm scared..."

I could see then the obvious pain in his face, sympathetic with my own emotions. He shuffled closer to me and gave me another tight hug, still on his knees but much closer to my body. "You have no reason to be scared," I heard him mumble into the nook of my neck, "I'm not gonna leave you alone."

My chest began to heave up and down as I had even more tears fall from my eyes than before. I began to sob louder, however I did try to mask it by quietening my voice. I ended up sounding like a sick hyena. Overcome with emotion, I wrapped my arms around Donald's back, holding tightly onto his shirt. I was unable to reach my hands fully around his torso, making me realise just how much bigger he was than me but I was glad to say that I did feel comforted, at least for the first time since the incident in high school. After a few minutes of his comfort, we let go and I stifled a quiet laugh once feeling the awkward silence between us.

"I'm sorry," I smiled, fumbling with my hands again in my lap, "I don't know what came over me."

I could hear the smile in his voice return, "I'm glad you showed me this side to you. Now... Because I made you cry, can I make it up to you by taking you out? At least enough to replenish the water you just lost," he chuckled lightly.

Out of habit, I was about to refuse, however we did just share a heart to heart moment and I wasn't going to show him that I didn't appreciate it. Besides... Being with him wasn't the end of the world. I was actually feeling better around him. "Okay," I nodded, standing up to head out the door.

"Oh, uh," Donald quickly stopped me from exiting and stuffed his hands in his pockets, "I meant... Can I take you out tonight?"

"Oh," I suddenly was aware of my heart rate at the prospect of being with Donald on a dinner date. I felt myself smiling before I could even answer and nodded, "Sure."

"Great," He smiled, clasping his hands together in excitement, "I'll pick you up downstairs at 8 then. Wear something nice!" Donald said before running out of the room.

I looked at the clock above my door. I had four hours until he was going to pick me up. "Wear something nice, huh?" I opened my wardrobe to see what I had to wear. "Something nice... What does something nice even mean?!" I groaned, now feeling overwhelmed by the amount of clothes I had, even though I looked at the pile every day. After scattering basically my whole closet onto my bed and trying on half of them, I fell onto the ground in disdain, never having felt such frustration over picking an outfit. Most of the time I just decided to wear whatever was most comfortable with my favourite Skechers... The last time I went on a date was last year and God knows I didn't go anywhere "nice"... unless you call the food court at the mall a nice place. The door opened as I had several dresses sprawled out in front of me and on my lap, with Beca greeting me with a surprised look at the state of our room.

"We holding a fashion show or something?" Beca asked, bewildered at the amount of clothes thrown on both our beds and desks.

"Beca," I cried, "Help me!"

Once explaining the situation she looked around the room and said, "I might not be the best person to ask about this. Have you seen how much effort I put into my clothes?"

"Beca please! I don't want to look like a jackass in front of him!"

She smirked, "Well it's nice to see how you're getting nervous over simply wearing something."

"Shut up and pick something!"

"Donald's not going to care what you wear, Lucy. The guy likes you, hell, you could probably wear a burlap sack and he wouldn't notice."

I scurried around, examining each outfit to see which was most appropriate, even though I had no idea where we were going. "I'm not wearing a burlap sack."

Beca moved in towards my wardrobe and took out a piece of clothing that was stored at the back. She held it out as it cascaded down towards her knees. "What about this?" She asked.

It was a chiffon dress in baby pink. The hem of the dress did end just above my knees and the material was light enough to sway against whatever air it hit. I took it and tried it on hastily. My shoulders were covered by one layer of the chiffon fabric and around my waist, it was cinched in so it didn't overtake my figure. Paired with a delicate brown belt and peach heels, I ended up finding the outfit I would wear. I jumped slightly as I hugged Beca, smiling wider than I had that whole day, "Thank you! I totally forgot I had this dress..."

"I'm glad. Now... You're cleaning this up. Not me."

I nodded, quickly stuffing all my clothes back into the closet, not caring to fold or organise them. I had one hour left. Enough time to do my makeup and whatever I could with my short hair. I gussied up in front of the mirror during that final countdown, until I heard my phone vibrate. Donald had sent me a text.

'I'm downstairs. You'd better be looking amazing.'

I smiled as I grabbed my clutch and left the dorm, waving goodbye to Beca. Rushing down the stairs I quickly opened the door, almost bumping into Donald as I reached him. I heard him chuckle, holding onto my arms in case I fell over. I regained my composure and laughed with him.

"Wow, you look..." He gazed at me, "...Wow." After a few seconds he coughed and stood upright, holding his arm out for me to hold onto. "Shall we?"

My hand fit snugly into the cranny of his arm and I replied, "We shall."