Elliot nervously paced from his apartment door to his couch, back to his apartment door, and back to the couch. He continued in the same manor, door, couch, door, couch. At work he had been fidgety, he could barley look at Olivia. She seemed uncomfortable as well. She was probably wondering the same thing he was.
Had he asked her out on a date? Or just a friendly get-together? He didn't know the answer himself, he was just really confused.
Now, it was only hours until she would be coming over. Kathleen had already gone off to her mother's house, whishing him a "fun night". He wasn't quite sure how to take that. But, if he knew his daughter, she had already settled on the idea that it was a date.
But, where did all of this leave him? What was he supposed to do? If he acted as if it was a date, and she thought it wasn't what would happen? Then, on the other hand, what if he acted as if it wasn't a date, and she thought it was. Would she be offended? Mad? What?
This was all just too stressful.
He paced some more, until he settled on the idea of waiting until she got there, and then seeing how she acted. If she acted like it was just two friends, eating dinner and watching a movie, that was fine. If she acted like it was a date, even better.
He ventured into his kitchen, took some meat out, and began to make dinner. "Lord help me." He said to himself, shaking his head.
~**~**~**~
Olivia was stumped. She had no idea what to wear to…whatever it was she was going to be doing at Elliot's house. If it was a date, she would wear something nice, maybe even a dress. If it was just them hanging out, jeans and a t-shirt. So, what did she wear? What did she wear?
On a whim she grabbed the telephone and dialed, it rang three times before the person at the other end picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, I need to ask you something."
"Olivia?"
"Yeah."
"Alright, ask away."
"Well, I need advice on what to wear."
"Ok, you called the right person. Where are you going?"
Olivia squinted, "Well…uh…you see."
"Liv!" Maureen said, "Just tell me alright."
"Well, I'm not exactly sure."
"Where are you going?"
"Well, eh, it could be a date. I could not be a date. I'm not sure."
"A date? With whom?"
"Your father."
"What m--"
"I'm not sure if it is though!"
"Why haven't I heard about this? Does Kathleen know? Or Elizabeth?"
"Well, I think that Kathleen does. I'm not sure."
"If Kathleen knew, she'd call me. Wait a second, why haven't you called me? I may be a lot younger than you--"
"Hey!"
"Well, not THAT much younger. But, still, there's an age difference. I was kind of getting to a point, though. I thought that we were friends."
"Well, we are."
"Then why wasn't I notified?"
"Maureen, can we not get into this right now? I've got to be at your fathers in an hour and a half and I don't know what to wear! I mean, he didn't exactly specify weather it was a date, or not. So, I'm at a standstill. If it's not a date and I wear something nice, he might be uncomfortable--"
"I highly doubt that."
"Would you let me finish?"
"By all means, go on ahead."
"Alright, as I was saying. If it is a date, and I dress casually, he might be offended. I don't know what to do."
"Do you want me to call him?"
"NO!"
"Why not?"
"Because, what if he hasn't told Kathleen or anybody else about it? He'll know I called you."
"So?"
Olivia grunted in frustration, "Just, help. What do I wear?"
"Euh, jeans and a sweater."
"It's May."
"A nice top?"
"A lot of help you are."
"Hey!"
"Look, Maureen, I've gotta go. I still have to *find* something to wear."
"Call me when you get home, I want to know what happens."
"Um-hmm. Bye."
"Bye."
Olivia went into her room and started searching her closet, it seemed that every time she went anywhere with Elliot she found herself at a loss about what to wear. She was going to take Maureen's suggestion, wear jeans and a nice top. But, which jeans and which top?
She grabbed a pillow, pushed her face into it, and screamed, the pillow muffling the sounds. She set the pillow back down and once again began to search for the perfect outfit.
~**~**~**~
"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!"
Elliot inhaled profoundly and walked to the door, pausing a second to breath again, he opened it.
He was floored, to say the least. Olivia looked amazing, although surprisingly enough her outfit wasn't all that special. She looked gorgeous in it though. A pair of tight--but not too tight--jeans, and a sheer black v-necked top, also a bit tightly fitted.
"You gonna invite me in? Or am I gonna stand out here all night?"
He shook his head, clearing the thoughts that had been running through his mind. "Uh, yeah. Come on in."
She flashed a brilliant smile as he moved out of the doorway, allowing her to enter. He watched her as she walked past him, but tore his eyes away when she started to turn around. Their eyes met.
They held the gaze for a minute or so, before she broke the silence. "So, what'd you make for dinner?"
"Hamburgers."
"Ah, man food." She smiled again.
"What movie did you bring?"
"Return to me."
"Ah, chick flick."
"And David Duchovny."
He laughed, shaking his head. "Women."
"Hey, it's a good movie! You could've made something other than hamburgers."
"Yeah, I contemplated making hotdogs, too."
"Men." She muttered.
"What was that?"
She looked up, "Nothing." She said, feigning innocence.
"Yeah, yeah. Sure."
"So, is dinner ready, or what?"
It was his turn to smile. "Yeah, it's done."
~**~**~**~
The end credits were running, and Olivia was lightly dozing on the couch. Elliot grabbed the channel-changer, turned off the TV, and turned on the lamp on the coffee table, it showered the room in dim light. He looked over at Olivia sleeping and sighed. Grabbing the throw-blanket that was lying over the top of the couch he draped it over her sleeping form. He sat on an edge of the couch that she wasn't currently occupying and pushed a lock of her short hair out of her face. Leaning down he kissed her on her forehead, lingering a while. He sat there for awhile, watching her sleeping, listening to her faint breathing. He smiled.
"Goodnight, Liv." He said quietly, so she wouldn't stir. "I love you."
He got up off of the couch, turned the lamp off, and walked into his bedroom.
In the darkness of the living room, Olivia smiled, pulling the blanket closer to her, although cold was farthest from what she was feeling. "I love you, too." She whispered into the dark.
~**~**~**~
a/n: And enter the fluffiness! I got this chapter out pretty quickly, hopefully I can get the next one out just as quick. I'm not sure how much longer it's going to be, at least 2 I'm thinking. Anyway, tell me how it was. Great? Good? Bad? Sucked? Please, no flames too bad! And, nice reviews are greatly appreciated! I hope you liked it, I'm not too sure how it turned out. I think it's alright, I guess. Ok, then, press the bluish-purplish button, and let me know!
Had he asked her out on a date? Or just a friendly get-together? He didn't know the answer himself, he was just really confused.
Now, it was only hours until she would be coming over. Kathleen had already gone off to her mother's house, whishing him a "fun night". He wasn't quite sure how to take that. But, if he knew his daughter, she had already settled on the idea that it was a date.
But, where did all of this leave him? What was he supposed to do? If he acted as if it was a date, and she thought it wasn't what would happen? Then, on the other hand, what if he acted as if it wasn't a date, and she thought it was. Would she be offended? Mad? What?
This was all just too stressful.
He paced some more, until he settled on the idea of waiting until she got there, and then seeing how she acted. If she acted like it was just two friends, eating dinner and watching a movie, that was fine. If she acted like it was a date, even better.
He ventured into his kitchen, took some meat out, and began to make dinner. "Lord help me." He said to himself, shaking his head.
~**~**~**~
Olivia was stumped. She had no idea what to wear to…whatever it was she was going to be doing at Elliot's house. If it was a date, she would wear something nice, maybe even a dress. If it was just them hanging out, jeans and a t-shirt. So, what did she wear? What did she wear?
On a whim she grabbed the telephone and dialed, it rang three times before the person at the other end picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, I need to ask you something."
"Olivia?"
"Yeah."
"Alright, ask away."
"Well, I need advice on what to wear."
"Ok, you called the right person. Where are you going?"
Olivia squinted, "Well…uh…you see."
"Liv!" Maureen said, "Just tell me alright."
"Well, I'm not exactly sure."
"Where are you going?"
"Well, eh, it could be a date. I could not be a date. I'm not sure."
"A date? With whom?"
"Your father."
"What m--"
"I'm not sure if it is though!"
"Why haven't I heard about this? Does Kathleen know? Or Elizabeth?"
"Well, I think that Kathleen does. I'm not sure."
"If Kathleen knew, she'd call me. Wait a second, why haven't you called me? I may be a lot younger than you--"
"Hey!"
"Well, not THAT much younger. But, still, there's an age difference. I was kind of getting to a point, though. I thought that we were friends."
"Well, we are."
"Then why wasn't I notified?"
"Maureen, can we not get into this right now? I've got to be at your fathers in an hour and a half and I don't know what to wear! I mean, he didn't exactly specify weather it was a date, or not. So, I'm at a standstill. If it's not a date and I wear something nice, he might be uncomfortable--"
"I highly doubt that."
"Would you let me finish?"
"By all means, go on ahead."
"Alright, as I was saying. If it is a date, and I dress casually, he might be offended. I don't know what to do."
"Do you want me to call him?"
"NO!"
"Why not?"
"Because, what if he hasn't told Kathleen or anybody else about it? He'll know I called you."
"So?"
Olivia grunted in frustration, "Just, help. What do I wear?"
"Euh, jeans and a sweater."
"It's May."
"A nice top?"
"A lot of help you are."
"Hey!"
"Look, Maureen, I've gotta go. I still have to *find* something to wear."
"Call me when you get home, I want to know what happens."
"Um-hmm. Bye."
"Bye."
Olivia went into her room and started searching her closet, it seemed that every time she went anywhere with Elliot she found herself at a loss about what to wear. She was going to take Maureen's suggestion, wear jeans and a nice top. But, which jeans and which top?
She grabbed a pillow, pushed her face into it, and screamed, the pillow muffling the sounds. She set the pillow back down and once again began to search for the perfect outfit.
~**~**~**~
"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!"
Elliot inhaled profoundly and walked to the door, pausing a second to breath again, he opened it.
He was floored, to say the least. Olivia looked amazing, although surprisingly enough her outfit wasn't all that special. She looked gorgeous in it though. A pair of tight--but not too tight--jeans, and a sheer black v-necked top, also a bit tightly fitted.
"You gonna invite me in? Or am I gonna stand out here all night?"
He shook his head, clearing the thoughts that had been running through his mind. "Uh, yeah. Come on in."
She flashed a brilliant smile as he moved out of the doorway, allowing her to enter. He watched her as she walked past him, but tore his eyes away when she started to turn around. Their eyes met.
They held the gaze for a minute or so, before she broke the silence. "So, what'd you make for dinner?"
"Hamburgers."
"Ah, man food." She smiled again.
"What movie did you bring?"
"Return to me."
"Ah, chick flick."
"And David Duchovny."
He laughed, shaking his head. "Women."
"Hey, it's a good movie! You could've made something other than hamburgers."
"Yeah, I contemplated making hotdogs, too."
"Men." She muttered.
"What was that?"
She looked up, "Nothing." She said, feigning innocence.
"Yeah, yeah. Sure."
"So, is dinner ready, or what?"
It was his turn to smile. "Yeah, it's done."
~**~**~**~
The end credits were running, and Olivia was lightly dozing on the couch. Elliot grabbed the channel-changer, turned off the TV, and turned on the lamp on the coffee table, it showered the room in dim light. He looked over at Olivia sleeping and sighed. Grabbing the throw-blanket that was lying over the top of the couch he draped it over her sleeping form. He sat on an edge of the couch that she wasn't currently occupying and pushed a lock of her short hair out of her face. Leaning down he kissed her on her forehead, lingering a while. He sat there for awhile, watching her sleeping, listening to her faint breathing. He smiled.
"Goodnight, Liv." He said quietly, so she wouldn't stir. "I love you."
He got up off of the couch, turned the lamp off, and walked into his bedroom.
In the darkness of the living room, Olivia smiled, pulling the blanket closer to her, although cold was farthest from what she was feeling. "I love you, too." She whispered into the dark.
~**~**~**~
a/n: And enter the fluffiness! I got this chapter out pretty quickly, hopefully I can get the next one out just as quick. I'm not sure how much longer it's going to be, at least 2 I'm thinking. Anyway, tell me how it was. Great? Good? Bad? Sucked? Please, no flames too bad! And, nice reviews are greatly appreciated! I hope you liked it, I'm not too sure how it turned out. I think it's alright, I guess. Ok, then, press the bluish-purplish button, and let me know!