I'm so sad….i think I lost all my reviewers coz I took so long to update…COME BAC:'(…..seriously though…..lotsa reviewers make me happi, coz then I noe people like my stuff…thxs to the people who have reviewed so far though…thxs! Skools relali hetic…cant find time.. BAC REVIEWERS!waves handkerchief and cries……lol anyway…yea…REVIEW OKAY?

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Chapter 6: Date #1

The bell jingled cheerily, happily announcing the arrival of a cute couple. Lazy eyes traveled from steamy dinners towards the blonde and the petite standing awkwardly in the bright purple doorway. Feeling stares boring holes into his back, Freddy led Summer by the hand (A/N: Yes, they haven't let go of each other's hand…cute ya?) into a back booth that was away from most, but near the jukebox. Summer quickly scanned the quaint diner that was a favourite hangout for many middle schoolers. Mandy's was actually designed by the boss' 13 year old daughter. Well, she was 17 now, but when she designed it, she was 13. There were old-fashion booths, like in any diner, but these booths were covered in disco colours of bright neon pink, blue, purple, orange… There was a very disco-y feel to the whole diner. Instead of normal ceiling lights, disco balls and strobe lights lit the entire place. Posters of bands of many kinds, from rock to pop, plastered the walls; platinum framed cds glammed up the place. Fake Grammys and awards with wacky titles were displayed everywhere; pictures of employees of the months were turned into movie star posters. It was like Hollywood moved into Mandy's.

"Hey! Here's some menus for you guys…" a young waitress on roller skates with a name tag that said "Buffy" said with a big smile. A smile that was aimed at Freddy. Somehow, she managed to frown at Summer at the same time. Freddy tended to have that kind of effect on most girls. Except for Summer of course.

"Freddy?" Summer asked cautiously.

"Yea Summer?"

"I'm not hungry…" Freddy thought about this for a while.

"No girl on a date with me is gonna not eat. Pick something…" Yes, Freddy was surprisingly old fashioned.

"But Freddy…" Summer persisted.

"Summer, you are gonna eat. Accept that."

"But I'm really not hungry."

"Fine…" Summer smiled, but was suddenly interrupted…

"But you have to share food with me then…" Freddy said gruffly.

"Freddy…" Summer whined.

"You're sharing with me and that's final."

"Fine, be that way."

"I will!" Silence continued as the waitress looked on happily. She was hoping for a break-up. Then Freddy spoke up…

"What do you want Summer?"

"I don't care." Freddy frowned at Summer as she looked at him defiantly. Freddy dared her with his eyes to stand up to him. And she did. And so a staring-as-scary-as-possible contest started between the two "lovebirds". The bewildered waitress looked between the both of them, wondering what was going on. Finally, it was Freddy who gave in.

"We'll be having Spaghetti Bolognese and a strawberry smoothie…" Freddy sighed as he talked to the waitress. Summer smiled victoriously as Freddy rolled his eyes at her. The waitress rolled away as Freddy started to chuckle. This was the first time a girl on a date with him had stood up to him and gotten their way. As his quiet chuckles grew louder, Summer looked at him in wonder.

"What?" Summer said, but Freddy just laughed louder. Soon, his chuckles turned into full blown guffaws that were rocking the whole diner. Meanwhile, Summer just looked at him like he was crazy. Which he was. Finally, Freddy stopped his laughter, and smiled a full blown mega-watt smile at Summer. It was the first time Summer had ever seen him smile like that. He had never smiled such a wonderful smile, even when the band won the Battle of the Bands. It was oddly adorable. Not to mention, it made him hotter than ever, but in a little boy way. Soon, Summer found herself smiling back at the blonde drummer. It was a big smile, showing her pearly whites. And there they were, two enemies turned lovers, smiling at each other like crazy idiots. Crazy idiots in love…

"Clang!" The hot pink metal plate rang as "Buffy" rudely dumped it on the table, interrupting the smile fest. She glared at Summer, but smiled at Freddy. But her smile wasn't quite Summer's. Nope, Summer's smile was 5 billion mega-watts stronger.

"Enjoy your meal…" Buffy drawled as she leaned over towards Freddy, showing her cleavage through her very small tank top. Freddy rolled his eyes.

"Boofy," Freddy said purposely, "I would greatly enjoy my meal more if morons like you were killed in World War I. But sadly, Hitler was himself a moron, and chose to kill Jews instead."

"Boofy, let me translate it for you so that your little brain will not have to overwork itself to figure out his words," Summer continued for Freddy, "Freddy means that you're a moronic slut, and that you should SCRAM." Wordless, the waitress scowled deeply at Summer and rolled away.

"You know, Freddy. Hitler was in World War II." Summer whispered to him.

"He was?"

"Yeah."

"Oh well, SHE doesn't know that…" Freddy said pointing towards Buffy.

"Good point." Summer commented. A long awkward period of silence continued… and continued…and continued. Finally, Freddy coughed.

"Um, we should eat…"

"Oh, yea." And they started to eat (A/N: I noe this was a dumb part, got writer's block but wanted to write). Summer reached for a fork, and Freddy followed. Freddy then took a napkin and tucked it into his shirt, like a little boy. Summer shot him a look.

"What? It's a Freddy Jones' thing…" Summer smiled and rolled her eyes at him. Then, she stabbed the steaming plate of spaghetti with her fork and began to twirl her fork. Freddy did the same, except that he twirled a lot more spaghetti than Summer did. But not surprisingly, he finished his forkful of spaghetti first. Then he took another fork and another fork and another fork…(A/n: You get the point….)

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The plate of spaghetti was almost empty. Summer stabbed what little there was left of the spaghetti, and lifted the fork to her mouth. Freddy was currently swallowing his last forkful. As Summer swallowed, she felt a tug at the end of her spaghetti. Pulling on it, she unconsciously leaned her head forward, following that stubborn strand of spaghetti. Summer was concentrated, that she couldn't see anything in front of her, except for that strand of spaghetti (A/n: I noe…its lame…so what if Summer concentrates a lot? She's very concentrated okay? Lol). So concentrated, that she didn't even notice Freddy doing the same thing. That is, until their lips touched(A/n: Lady and the Tramp! Haha). It took them some time to figure out why their lips had something warm against them and why the spaghetti had disappeared. One would think that when they found out why the spaghetti disappeared, their first reaction would be to spring away from each other. However, this was not the case, as their first thoughts were to kiss each other properly. And they did. At first it was a tentative lip lock, a sweet kiss. Then Summer was the one who took the initiative to make the kiss a bit more PG-13. Then suddenly, as sudden as it happened, the kiss ended with Summer and Freddy springing apart 30 feet. Blushes crept across their faces, and Freddy looked like a little shy boy. Freddy knew how to kiss. Well, normally he did, with all the scores of girls he dated. But this time, there was a completely new element that Summer introduced to him. It was something special and fuzzy that prickled him everywhere and made him want to hold Summer and never let go. And that scared him.

Meanwhile, Summer was feeling the same thing. Well, almost. She wasn't so much scared, she was more curious. Was this the X factor that Freddy possessed that gave him practically every living breathing female homo sapien? Was this how every other girl felt after kissing the great Freddy Jones? Was she one of those girls? Or was she different? Though most of her thought the answer to be the former, a little part of her broken heart wanted it to be the latter. But Summer would never admit that, now would she? Nope, Summer was too proud. Their embarrassed thoughts were interrupted by LOUD cough by 'Boofy'.

"Bill?" The waitress asked with narrowed eyes. She liked to think that Freddy was hers, and that he shouldn't be kissing another girl. The fact that he was going out with Summer and not her, didn't affect her at all. It's a slutty ditz's (A/n: no offences to ditzes…not all of them are sluts like this one, in fact, non-slutty ditzes are actually fun to hang out with) characteristic, they didn't see things they didn't like.

"Huh? What? Uh…Yea. Bill. Please." Freddy managed while embarrassedly running his hands through his hair in an effort to calm down. Buffy sneered and threw the bill book (A/n: what is that called anyway?) onto the table. Freddy and Summer both reached for their wallets at the same time. Realizing the other's intention, they hastily took money out of their wallets in a race. They both plopped the money down at the same time. Staring evilly into each other's eyes, they started to quarrel once again.

"Take my money!" Summer started.

"No mine!" Freddy answered.

"MINE!"

"MINE!" This continued for approximately 5 minutes, until Buffy interrupted with a frustrated sigh…

"Oh for goodness sake, I don't have all day. I'll take half of this pile," she said as she scooped some money from Summer's pile, "And half from the other…" Buffy quickly counted the money with experienced fingers and left (A/n: Yes, she can at least count….). But Freddy and Summer were still glaring scarily at each other. Nope, they weren't exactly a loving couple yet…

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Chapter 6 is done! Wheepeeeyers……hehehh…hope u guys like it…REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW….next up is go-carting…do u think they should have a race, and crash(but not like serious injury) and get banned frm the go-cart place, or they have to share one cart, fight over the steering wheel and crash and get banned….tell me kay?fellow reviewers…I luv u….

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