Ahaha...So much for keeping up with this one...
Shoutouts!
Unknown-Dreams: Aha. I love that line!
Kid Blink's Dreamer: I swear, that's like...I dunno. But if I ever heard it, I'd immediately think, "Kid Blink's Dreamer!"
BoomerRang: Ahaha...I think I'll just update. :P
"All right, what're we going to do about Two-Bits?" Snitch asked, sitting across from Blink and Mush in the food court at the mall. Kid Blink and Mush glanced at each other.
"Well, we've been thinking..." Mush began.
"...a lot..." Kid Blink continued.
"...and we've come up with..." Mush added.
"...absolutely nothing," Blink finished. Snitch rolled his eyes.
"Well, that's real helpful," he said sarcastically. He sighed. "All right...well, let's brainstorm." The three boys sunk into silence, marred by the noise of the mall. Finally, a lightbulb went off over Kid Blink's head, and he leapt to his feet.
"A blind date!" he exclaimed. Snitch and Mush stared at him for a minute before Snitch said, "Blink, that's brilliant!" Mush frowned.
"I'm confused. What's brilliant?" Snitch and Blink rolled their eyes at Mush's cluelessness.
"We set Two-Bits and Skittery up on a blind date together!" Kid Blink exclaimed. Mush paused as he processed this. Then he grinned widely.
"Hey, that's a great idea!" he exclaimed. Snitch and Kid Blink exchanged an exasperated look before setting to work, planning.
"Hello?" Two-Bits said, picking up the blue phone on her bedside table. She wasn't surprised to hear Snitch's voice on the other end.
"Hey, hey, hey, Bits. Dress up nice and meet me at Four Nineteen, all right?" Two-Bits frowned in confusion.
"Four Nineteen? Why--"
"Nevermind that. Just be there." Two-Bits frowned.
"Awright. I'll see you in a bit then." And she heard a click as Snitch hung up.
Frowning, Two-Bits opened her closet door, wondering what on earth she was supposed to wear. She'd never been to Four Nineteen before, because it was supposed to be fairly expensive. They had live bands playing every weekend, and that sort of thing. As much as she hated to admit it, this seemed like a skirt restaurant. Grimacing, Two-Bits began getting dressed.
She put on a dark grey pleated skirt. Inbetween each pleat was dark green fabric, and on the sides were dark green leather strings crisscrossing. It was the only skirt she actually liked. Then she put on a white, three-quarter-sleeved Oxford and a black tie tied loosely. She couldn't resist wearing her dark green low-top Chuck Taylors. This was what she liked to call her Slytherin outfit. Putting on a dash of mascara, she grabbed her black, hooded sweater which was as long as her skirt, and hurried out of the house.
The night cool, and it smelled like it was going to rain soon. She climbed into the drivers seat of her turqoise, 1968 Mustang GT, which she and her dad had fixed up. As she drove to Four Nineteen, she wondered what the occaision was. Maybe they were celebrating Blink's eighteenth birthday early? But why wouldn't Snitch have given her fair warning? Shrugging to herself, she parked, and was relieved to see that she had, indeed, dressed properly.
"Do you have a reservation?" the round-faced seating-hostess asked. Two-Bits faltered.
"Um, maybe Jason Riccio?" The lady checked her list and said, "Ah, yes. Right this way please." Two-Bits followed her to a booth in the far corner of the rastaurant. She was surprised to see Skittery there. He, on the other hand, looked shocked, and his cheeks tinged red a bit.
"Hey, Skitts. Is Snitch here yet?" she asked, sliding into the booth across from Skittery. Skittery looked at her like this was the strangest thing to say, but he regained his composure.
"Um...Snitch isn't coming," he said, taking a swig of ice water for comfort. Two-Bits frowned.
"He isn't? He just called me like an hour ago!" Skittery nodded.
"He called me, too. Only, he was setting me up on a..." he trailed off.
"A what?" she prodded, impatiently.
"A...blind date."