Hey fans! Sorry for putting this out really late, i've had a ton of work and stuff to do. Anyway, here's the next chapter. I hope you all enjoy it! DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING, GOT IT?!

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Freya woke up after her nap and walked into the kitchen. She stopped when she opened the door. "What the...?" The kitchen table had lit candles and the lights were dimmed. All of the counters had lit candles and there was a radio playing some romantic music. "Good evening, my sweet." Zidane said from behind Freya, startling her. Zidane was dressed in a black tuxedo with a hole in the back for his tail. He grabbed Freya's hand and kissed the top of it. "Uh, what's going on? And where did you find those clothes?"

"I went back to my place while you were sleeping and got my best suit. And this," Zidane waved his arm in the direction of the table. "Is a lovely dinner that I have prepared for us."

"Uh, ok. You kinda over did it didn't ya?"

"I wanted it to be romantic for our date."

"Whoa! Date?! Who said anything about a date?! Hey!" Zidane grabbed her arm and walked her to the table. He pulled out the table and she sat down. "You are a really persistent person, aren't you?"

"I try. Hang on a second." Zidane left the room and came back with two plates of food. He sat down a plate in front of Freya and sat down with his plate. "I thought this was a 'lovely meal'."

"What do you mean? This is a lovely meal."

"Two Hot Pockets is a lovely meal to you?" (A/N: I don't own Hot Pockets either, though they are really good!) Freya pointed to the two Hot Pockets on the plate. "What's wrong with these? There a nice meal. Besides, it's the only thing you have to cook around here."

"What? I know I got something better than these."

"Not really, you need to go to the store when your leg heals." Zidane and Freya started eating there 'romantic meal'. After they were finished, Zidane grabbed the dishes and put them in the sink, then went to the radio and turned up the romance music. He walked over to Freya and held out his hand. "Care to dance?"

"Sure, why not?" Freya grabbed his hand and they started slow dancing. "Your not enjoying this, are you?"

"Gee, what gave it away?" She said sarcastically. "Why? Why aren't you enjoying yourself?"

"Well, look at the situation. I have an injured leg, and i'm dancing with a perverted monkey man. Answer your question?"

"Funny, you weren't acting so mean earlier." Zidane gave a smirk and continued dancing with Freya. "Is everything a joke to you?" Freya sounded more serious this time. "What do you mean?" Freya broke off and sat down in a chair. "Nothing...don't worry about it." Freya was holding back tears and Zidane could tell. He walked over to her and sat in the chair next to her. "What is it?"


"It's nothing, go away..." Freya turned her head away from Zidane. He grabbed her cheek gently and turned her head back towards him. "Come on, you can tell me. After all, you are my damsel in distress and i'm here to help you."

"That's the problem right there!" Freya stood up and started crying. "You act like you wanna hook up with me and then you act like a dumbass and start playing with me instead of acting serious for once! It's not funny, you know! You act like you don't care..." Freya dropped on the floor and started crying. Zidane took a second to gather what she said, then got up and walked over to her. "I...I didn't know..." Zidane reached down to help her up. Freya slapped his hand away. "Go away! You just gonna mess with me again, so just go away!"

"Freya, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings or anything. I was just trying to make you laugh."

"Yeah, well it didn't work!" Freya continued crying on the ground. Zidane didn't know what to do, so he did the first things that came to mind. He sat next to her on the floor and put an arm around her. She stopped crying and looked up at him with a tear streaked face. He grabbed her cheek gently and pulled her forward, and placed his lips onto hers.

*Wow, he is a good kisser. And he's not acting like a total jerk. This is real. This moment, this kiss, and him are all real. I hope this never ends.* Zidane broke off the kiss. "Uh, sorry bout that. I just did the first thing I thought of."

"No, don't apologize. You are actually a good kisser." She smiled and they stood up. "Sorry about blowing up at you like that earlier."

"Don't worry about it. I guess I deserved that." They stood there silently for a while. Freya was the first one to break the silence. "So, is this the end of our date?"

"I thought you said this isn't a date."

"I just made it a date. Is this where you drop me off at my house or what?" Zidane grabbed her hips and pulled her closer. "Don't I get a goodnight kiss?" Freya just smiled and leaned in. She closed her eyes and they stood there kissing for about 10 minutes before Freya broke it off. "You wanna head to my room?"

"Why.........oh! Sure." Freya led the way to her room and closed the door behind them.

-The next morning-

Zidane woke up and looked around. It took him a minute to realize where he was. He looked next to him to see Freya sleeping quietly. Freya looked different when she was sleeping, she didn't look so uptight and serious. Zidane stared at her for a minute and thought to himself for a while. *Wow, who would have thought that i'd go out for a cup of coffee and end up bringing back a girlfriend? How come all my other relationships always end up badly? Maybe next time I need a girlfriend, i'll just go get a cappuccino.* He looked at Freya a bit longer and smiled before passing out again.

-Outside Freya's house-

Three people walked up to the house. "So boss, you sure this is where Zidane is?" asked Marcus, looking at the map. "I'm positive, that little moggle told me that he was here! So let's go already!"

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I know this is a really sucky place to stop, especially since i've been gone for so long, but it's the best I got so far. So, I hope you all liked it and remember to review!