This one's really short because, trust me, the next one is quite long (for this story anyways).
Chapter 7- A night to remember
It was almost 10'o'clock in the morning and Bridget had decided to go see if Steve was on his porch. She, again, went for a jog. As she passed Bethesda house, she saw him. Today, he had his head up and was smiling as he saw B.
She walked over there. "Good morning sunshine," she said. "Feeling better?" He nodded and smiled.
"Would you like to do something tonight?" he asked. Now it was Bridget's turn to nod her head and smile.
"I'd love to. Pick me up here." She gave him her address.
It was 8'o'clock and Bridget was ready to go. She was dressed in a baby blue tank top, a camouflage skirt, and was wearing black boots. There was a ring at the door. Her dad was not there, and like Perry was going to answer it. She quickly slipped Perry his dinner and then headed towards the door. There stood Steve, formally dressed in black. "Oh no, should I change?" Bridget asked. He nodded. She motioned for him to step in and she ran towards her bedroom. She quickly bulled on a royal blue strapless dress. With black high-heels and a little handbag, B was ready to go. She walked out into the living room.
"Hey, that's better. Let's go." They drove down a few blocks in his silver Lexus. They got out of the car and walked into a fancy restaurant that served just about anything. She let Steve order first, just to see what she should order. He ordered salmon. Bridget hated salmon. She ordered a steak. They laughed and talk throughout the meal. When they were finished they ordered a banana split sundae, and two spoons. They also asked for a bottle of whip crème, and had a blast spraying it at one another (I know, weird, but, hey, you have to admit it was a good attempt to try to be funny). He dropped her off at her house, and the night was over. He so likes me. Wait, what about Eric? Um, well, I'll decide that when Eric comes back.
Tibby was at her home, it was midnight. She was admiring her ring. In her head all she could say was thank you, thank you, thank you, pants! And Lena. She had returned the pants to Lena, they were in her mailbox. She then went to sleep.