Disclaimer- I don't own RFR. Why? Because I just don't. Leave me alone about it!

A/N- Hi Freshie! I guess you can't jump out of the computer and attack me! Ha! Hannah,I want to kill her, but I can't! It wouldn't work with the story at all! bubuxbear, Thanks for loving the story, I love the new fans. I know I made you wait a lot for this one, but it's worth it! Hope you like it.

12/12/04

Well, well, well. I'm feeling swell, swell, swell. You know why? Robbie took me out last night! I'm too happy, but not so happy that I can't share every detail! I woke up, took a bath…blah, blah, blah. I changed into my pink J.Lo tracksuit because I had to pick an outfit real quick, plus, it was cute. It was 9:00 AM. Yep, I overreacted about time, so mom made me eat, then I went upstairs and called Lyin. She is my best friend back home, if you don't know that. Here's what happened-

Ly- Hey mama!

D- Hey, crazy!

Ly- So, what's up, up north?

D- Cute. Real cute. Anyway, I have a date-

Ly- Robbie, right?

D- Yes. Anyway, I was just wondering-

Ly- I know what you're about to say. You need to know what to wear, right?

D- Yeah! You are psycho. (Inside joke!)

Ly- Psychic, mama. Psychic.

D- Whatever! Anyway, work your magic.

Ly- OK. You should really wear your cute embroidered, rhinestoned-out jeans, and that black tank I loved.

D- Yeah, you loved it all right! You still have it! (She steals, sadly. Good thing I'm up here!) Plus, this is Canada. It's cold. (She bypasses info sometimes.)

Ly- Oops! Well, wear that pink shirt, then.

D- Fine. Just in case-

D & Ly- I need a second opinion.

D- You're too much.

Ly- I know. Holla back at me, ok?

D- Fine by me, crazy. Bye.

Ly- Bye!

Oh, Lyin gave me some good clothing advice, but just in case, I called Parker to come over. She had cute fashion sense. She ran over with bells on. Really, she had bells on her ears, like earrings. It worked…for her. My mom and dad were, to say the least, surprised by her uniqueness. I tugged her upstairs before my 'rents got their claws on her. She combed through my closet, pulling out lots of clothes. Before I knew it, she picked out five outfits!

"Pick your poison." Parker said with a grin on her face. I was shocked. She picked out all the cute stuff…then again, everything I wear is cute, let's not front. One of them was the pink shirt and the jeans. Were Lyin and Parker sharing a brain on this one? I took it as a sign, and picked that one.

"Good choice." She said, putting everything else away. So far, I found my outfit at 10:47 AM. Now, for my hair…well, I didn't think Parker could do anything with my hair. I do have braids, you know. She found my curling iron. Epp! I told her the date was at 2.

"Fine! We can just chill out for the reminder of the day…until two." She said.

"Perfect!" I agreed. Sadly, I couldn't chill, because Robbie called. I ran into another room to talk to him. Here's a little snippet-

D- Hey, stalker.

R- Now I'm a stalker?

D- You keep calling me.

R- I'll stop, then.

D- I'm kidding!

R- Me too.

D- So, what's up?

R- Nothing much, just waiting for something to eat.

D- Waiting? Why?

R- My mom's making it right now.

D- OHHHH! Sorry.

R- For what?

D- Just…never mind.

R- Fine. What are you doing?

D- Watching TV with Parker.

R- Aww…girl talk!

D- No girl talk! Not much, anyway. (I was lying! There was so much girl talk!)

R- OK. I hope you got your walking shoes on.

D- I will. Don't worry.

R- I never do.

D- Whatever.

R- I'll see you at 2, ok?

D- Yep! Bye!

R- Bye.

I hung up with a smile on my face. Oohh! That boy has a way with me. I walked into my room and Parker was grinning again.

"Yeah…he called me."

'About what?"

"Just the date stuff and some other stuff."

"Just get married, will ya?"

"I'm about to have my first date in Roscoe, and already I should get a wedding dress?"

"Yes!"

"You're quackers!"

"I know." We laughed pretty loudly, because my mom told me to keep it down, since she had to hear the news. Adults; can't live with them, can't live without them, unfortunately. Soon, she had to run, so at 1:00, I fended for myself. I ironed my clothes, then my hair. By the time everything was said and done, I was a babe! Then again, aren't I always? Very loose curls + natural make up + cute clothes Ready-to-date Dana! At 1:57, I was waiting at the door, freaking out inside. My mom was taking pictures, and my dad was ready to grill Robbie like a porterhouse steak, and we don't eat beef so you know this wasn't a game. I was their only daughter, their youngest, their cutest (duh!), so they had to do this. It was parental tradition. I hate that tradition. I hate it a lot.

"Mom! Stop with the pictures. He's coming any minute."

"Da-Da, it's no problem. I just want to document this moment."

"Oh, don't call me Da-Da when he comes, ok? And Dad, please don't be so mean. He's a good guy. In honor roll and the dean's list. He's smart. You like smart guys."

"Still, he might be one of those thug kids I didn't like back home. They were hanging around you too much."

"Dad, they were my classmates. You know I don't date those guys." That's because they all end up in detention. Detention Daddy's girlfriend is not a good look. At 2 to the dot, there was Robbie behind the door, and me, freaking out on the outside. I wanted to make an entrance, so I ran to my room and told mom to handle it. She did, opening the door. I could hear their conversation perfectly-

"So you must be Robbie. It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Monroe. Hello, Mr. Monroe."

"Hello, son. Sit down, Dana's one to take a bit." I guess he did, being all polite and stuff. So cute!

"So, how did you and Dana meet? Any extracurricular activities? Do you..." My dad was pouting off questions crazy quick.

"Um, we met at school, when she was finding her locker. We're next to each other. I don't have any extracurricular right now, but I plan to. I..." Robbie responded, answering every question my dad had, but I knew he needed me down…now!

Saving him, I came down, now with my favorite denim trench coat with the green faux-fur trim on the collar and sleeves, and holding my black beanie. His jaw was pretty down. I loved it. I also like the fact that he was looking so cute! He could make jeans and a button-down look so…good. I almost fell down the stairs once a flash from mom's camera came out of nowhere and guess who saved me? Yeah, him. Mom took another picture of me in Robbie's arms. If only David could see this…nah! I don't need blackmail and endless questions. We practically ran out the door after that.

"Remind me to go to your house next time!"

"Your parents were nice."

"Nice? My dad was questioning you like a police officer."

"Well, he had to make sure I was worthy."

"Ha-ha. Anyway, where are we going?"

"Around the town, basically."

"Smart thing, telling me to wear walking shoes, don't you think?"

"Yep. Now if we look to our left…"

So that's how it began, just two people taking in the town that is Roscoe. The strange part- no awkward silences whatsoever. Maybe it's because it's the fact we were friends beforehand. Wow, my mom was right- for once. Being friends with the guy before you date them does work! Thanks mom. I know you're reading this. You always do. Anyway, before I get too paranoid, let's go on. We went to the park first, nice and innocent like, right? Well, it was. We were swinging, trying to figure out who can go faster. He won, unfortunately. I say he cheated, but whatever. We had a snowball fight, which I won, because I am the queen of snowball fights, and then went off into a little quiet area where he apparently goes off and thinks. A sensitive, thoughtful guy, too. That's…twelve qualities I like about him so far.

"So, you're a deep brother, huh?" I said, smirking

"Not deep, I just like some time to myself, that's all." He said, trying to keep it cool. I can feel him on that. Sometimes, we all need to just do stuff on our own without people breathing down our necks. I understand it completely. So there we were, sitting on the bench, watching the frozen lake give off a bit of our reflection. It was sweet…now if only he kissed me...he didn't, though. After that uber-romantic moment that he probably thought was just a nice one, we went to check out some record stores. Now that's thirteen qualities I like about him- he loves music. Wait, I knew about this already, so I guess that's still twelve.

Anyway, we totally were just surfing the aisles, checking out every C.D and EP known to man, it seemed. Like I said before, we like different stuff, so he introduced me to Velvet Underground, and all these other bands that I would've never found out about. They're all rock-ish bands, so I'm cool. I brought him to the hip-hop side, too. At the listening booths, me, him and one pair of headphones. Oh, I love sharing. I love it a lot! We went to the vintage shops, which I knew he was dealing with because it was a girl thing. You know guys hate shopping for clothes. I kept my money in my pocket that time. I didn't want Robbie to know I was a shopoholic desperately needing help. Hey, I love clothes. We did, however try some on (By my prodding, of course!) In one outfit, we both look like 70's flashbacks…gone wrong. You bet neither of us would wear that to school.

"Where are we going next? I'm hungry!" I told him. Well, I was hungry!

"Don't worry…" he reassured me. He grabbed my hand (YES!) and quickly made our way to Sand's Pizza. Yep, pizza. How did he know I loved the stuff? Oh, we are so getting married. I'll stop swooning, ok? Sitting across from me was practically the total package- smart, gorgeous, funny, and sweet, among other things. I was happy, very happy. It was time to start asking this boy some questions. I started with an easy one.

"So, you never told me if you had any brothers or sisters. Do you?"

"Nope. I'm the spoiled only child."

"I doubt you're spoiled. You're lucky, though. You don't have a brother."

"Oh, so you have a brother. Older or younger?"

"Older, sadly. I'm the youngest by…four years. He's in collage back home."

"Seriously? Which one?"
"Columbia. It's pretty cool there."

"So, since you're the youngest, you must be the spoiled one!"

"No! I'm the overprotected one. Did you meet my parents today or was that just a hologram?"

"I'm kidding, you know that?"

"You're not as funny as Ray, sorry!" (I was kidding, of course. I winked! That's code for 'I'm kidding'!)

"I'm hurt! I thought I was the funny one." He winked back. Ooh, I like him!

"Well, you're the smart one. That must stand for something!"

"Oh, it does, don't worry."

"But I must worry. It's in my nature." I was kidding…again.

"I command you not to worry." He said, pointing a finger at me, jokingly.

"Fine, I won't." I said pouting.

"Good."

"Go eat your pizza, you goof!"

"Goof? How am I a goof?"

"You just are. I'm one too, so we're perfect."

"Cool by me."

So, we were completely acting…um, like a couple of teenagers in there. You can't blame us; we are a couple of teenagers. We were sharing a lot of stuff about each other. Here's what I know about him now than when I did last time:

He never left Roscoe in his lifetime (I will have to change that!)

The curly hair is hereditary, so that means his dad has it too. (Aww!)

His favorite children's show was "Donnie and the Dragon." (I never saw it…I wonder if he has tapes of it…)

I have more, but I can't remember right now what they are. I'm forgetful, what do you want from me? After we stopped laughing and digesting, we finished it off by going to- where else? - Mickey's. I know, I know, I've been there before, but today, it seemed different. Maybe because it was a date…yeah, it was that date factor, most likely, that changed my experience there a bit. I was on Robbie's arm, and I loved it, or maybe it was the other way around. Maybe he was on my arm. As long as he was with me, not Kim, I was happy. Wait, why did I bring her up? I don't need to think about her. I don't need her attitude messing up my groove. Yep, I'm a psychedelic mama, can you dig it?

"Hiya, Danes! Hi, Robbie. When's the wedding?" Parker said, seeing us together. He was still holding my hand. This is very swoonworthy. YES! Ok, I'm done.

"Parker! Not in front of the boy." I whispered to her.

"Sorry. Don't want to scare him off." She said with a wink and ran off with the others, all giving us big smiles. This is what happens when your friends know about your love life. This was a 'Confessions' moment. Yeah, in other words, "Bad Girl" was playing over and over in my head. I felt BAD, the I'm-rocking-the-world-right-now-since-I'm-with-a-cool-guy-and-everyone's-looking-at-us-like-Brad-and-Jen bad. I liked it.

"They are actually leaving us alone, are they?" I asked, smiling.

"Yep. They're cool that way, are they?" he said, smiling back. He still had my hand. We sat down and the world went away again. It was just us, like at the park, the record store, everywhere we went that day. It was…really cool how it just happens, and the weird part was, I didn't realize this until I came home and talked to both Lyin and Jimmy on my three-way. I'll go into that phone call later, but back to the date. It was all good. We were chilling out, but this time, he asked the questions. I didn't mind it...much. Hey, I love power, but for Robbie, I'll let him get some…

"So, what do you think about our humble town?"

"I can definitely say that Roscoe is one cool place."
"Cooler than New York?"

"It's cool in its own close-knit charm-ish way."
"Good." He said, with a sweet smile on his face, the same one he gave me when I first saw him.

For a minute, there was a silence. Did we use up everything we can talk about? Was he about to kiss me? No, and unfortunately, no. Instead, Travis came. Yeah, I know…interruption. He was actually leaving to get home, since it was 8:24 pm. Why leave now, I didn't ask, but he just gave us a quick hi and goodbye, then jetted off. We both shrugged it off, and continued. I guess he helped, because we started talking again.

"What was that about?"

"He always does this. I've gotten used to it."

"Run off when the night is young? Whatever."

"It's still young?"

"Yeah, it is. My curfew isn't until 11."

"Really? Mine isn't until 9:45."

"Whoa...that's interesting."

"You think I'm boring." He thought I thought he was boring? Wrong!

"I don't! I'm just surprised, that's all. You're not boring, trust me."

"I do."

"The words Parker wants to hear out of our mouths."

"Yeah, where did she get the idea that we're bound to be together? It is our first date." You wanna know where they got that idea? You don't, honey. You really don't!

"They won't leave it alone. Maybe they want Kim out of the picture." Oops! I know I shouldn't have said that, but it came out that way. The look on my face proved it. I had to look away from him, but he pulled my chin to turn to his face, and he was smiling. Oh, Lyin would be applauding me right now…or him. Mostly me, though.

"Kim and me? Please! There's nothing between us." He said, but strangely, I couldn't believe it much. He has to prove it.

He did when we walked home. Oh, baby, too romantic for words! For a first date, he pulled it out! He kept holding my hand all the time, which was perfect for me. If I never kiss him or hug him, it doesn't matter. His hands and words are good enough for me. In true Monroe fashion, I had to ruin it. I use the word 'ruin' loosely, because it didn't really mess up much. How did I do so? I (secretly) got some snow and hit him with it. He got me back, and it turned out to be a snowball fight…again. I conceded after he bombed with five in a row. He has have more experience with snow…this is Canada! After my surrender, he grabbed my (cold) hand and finished our walk, now filled with laughter and deep breaths. It was time for the goodnights, and 'the decision'. I could either kiss him goodnight, hug him, or just smile. Standing in front of my house, I was freaking out inside again, trying to figure it out.

"So, here we are." I said, wanting this to be as un–awkward as possible. I know I wasn't helping.

"Yeah. It was really nice hanging out with you today. When should I ask you out again?"

"Now would be nice." I said, grinning.

"Fine. Would you like to go out with me anytime soon?" YESS! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, Yeah!

"That would be cool." I'm so slick, baby. So slick.

"So, I'll see you at school."

"Yep. See you there." Then, a good thing happened. I didn't have to make 'the decision'. He did it for me. He…hugged me! YAY!

"See you later, Robbie."

"Bye, Dana." I opened my door, waved bye again, and then walked in while he started off to his house. Oh, yeah, I rock!

"Honey, how was your date?" Mom said, watching TV.

"Exhausting, but fun."

"Good. How was Robbie?"

"Fine, Mother. He was just swell." I said, sitting down next to her.

"So…any chemistry?" Old people are not supposed to know this stuff!

"You know I hate chemistry! That subject sucks! But the chemistry you're talking about…there was some."

"Oh, we'll be seeing him a little more, right?

"A little."

"Well, your father likes him, so it's fine with me."

"Dad likes him? Really? You do know Robbie's not rich, right?"

"Dana, honey, he likes him because he was polite and nice to all of us. Don't worry."

"I'm not." I'm lying. I went up to my room and called the following people in this order- Lyin, Jimmy, Parker. I called Lyin first, because I always do.

Ly- Hi honey! How was the date?
D- Awesome!

Ly- I knew it. So, what did you do?

D- Checked out the town, ate pizza, had snowball fights, he hugged me.

Ly- Yes! No kiss?

D- No! Oh, my call- waiting.

Ly- I'll wait.

D- Thanks, girl.

(Beep)

J- Holla, Cuz!

D- Hey, man. What's up?

J- I'm good, I'm good. How was your date?

D- Lovely. I was just telling Lyin about it.

J- Really? I missed that girl. Let me talk to her, I know you have three-way! (Jimmy hung out with me and Lyin when he came to NY. They have this little game that…I'll let you find it out…)

D- Fine! Wait two seconds.

(Beep! Beep!)

D- Hey, Lyin, you're on three-way with Jimmy, ok?

Ly- Hey, James!

J- Aww! Don't call me that. It's Jimmy, ok?

Ly- Fine, James. Anyway, start talking.

D- Well, we went the park first-

Ly- Did he kiss you?

D- No!

J- Good girl. You know you have to keep us guys waiting. Hazel did that to me when we…

D- Shut up about you and Hazel right now. It's about me, remember?

Ly- Yeah! Keep talking. What did you guys do there?

D- Snowball fight. I won!

J- You cheated.

D- Shut up.

Ly- Yeah, James. So, what happened after that?

D- We went to check out the record shops. They have some slick records on there.

J- They have the new Kid Elrick?

D- Yeah, #1 fan.

J- Nice.

D- I'm not buying it for you.

J- Damn! It's cool, as long as you never talk about Craig to me again now that you have Robbie.

D- I'll get you the record next week.

Ly- Who's Craig?

D- Jimmy's hot friend.

Ly- How hot?

D- Rock-star, shaggy-haired, baby-faced, super fine hottie.

Ly- Yeah, girl! My type.

J & D- Everyone's your type!

Ly- Damn right!

J- Why are we talking about Craig? He will not date you! He wants Ashley.

D- Because he's fine. Lyinnie, I'll get you pictures.

Ly- Yeah, mama.

J- Can we talk about Robbie?

D- Ok. He's fine too. Fine as HELL!

Ly- Ha-ha!

J- Girls…

D- Ok, I'm kidding. We went to get some pizza next.

Ly- No way you ate in front of that boy.

D- I did, because I can, and I was hungry.

J- That's my cousin.

D- Then we went to the local hangout over here and we just chilled out. He was holding my hand, Lyin.

Ly- All the time?

D- All the time.

J- My cousin's a mack. Wanting Craig, but hooking up with this other guy.

D- I'm no mack. I like hot dudes, so?

Ly- You're a mack, girl. Give me Craig, I'll treat him good.

D- Blah!

J- I'm out of here. Bye, guys.

D- Bye Jim.

Ly- Bye, James.

J- I'm going to get you, Lyin Alyssa Jonada!

Ly- All the way in Degrassi, James Brooks? Please!

J- I'm hanging up! Bye Dana.

D- Bye, Jimmy. (Click)

Ly- Got rid of him.

D- You're horrible.

Ly- I know. So, a second date?

D- Duh.

Ly- Good job.

D- I'm proud of me, but now I have to talk to other people.

Ly- Nice to know I'm appreciated.

D- You know you're my girl. Once my best friend-

Ly & D- Always my best friend.

Ly- I know. I love ya, girl.

D- Me too, diva. Bye.

Ly- Peace out. (Click)

Next Call:

P- Hello?

D- It's Dana.

P- Hi, Dana!

D- I know you want to know about the date.

P- Yep. Where did you guys go?

D- We went to the park, played in the snow a little, and then we went out to the record stores and the vintage shops.

P- Did you guys dress up?

D- Yeah, and I wished I had pictures…tons of them. We looked so funny.

P- Then you went to Mickey's right?

D- No, we had pizza, then we came to Mickey's.

P- You stayed outside though. You didn't want to hang with us?

D- Parker, you know I love hanging out with you, but tonight…I wanted to get to know Robbie more. Don't hate me, ok?

P- I don't. Just get me some pudding, and we'll be fine.

D- I'll send you some at school. I'll talk to you later; my dad is knocking at my door.

P- Oy! See ya, Dana!

P- Bye, Parker! (Click)

After all that calling, my dad made go to sleep…after taking a shower and putting on my PJ's. Now, I must sleep, I'm tired.

Sleepy but Super Happy,

Dana. :-)

A/N- People, people! I need feedback...please? That and maybe some candy. You got some candy? Anyone:-)