Chapter 3 "Like a Perfect Gentleman"

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Zoken: yeah sorry about the ooc for Todd and Tabby, I was just kind of having fun with them, but after this chapter Tabby's out and Todd will hopefully return to normal albeit more mature form

"All my bubbles have been bursted"- Danielson Family

"We did it Toddles. We got you nice clothes and a haircut, now for the bad news," Tabitha said casually.

"Bad news? What do you mean yo?" Todd asked, already feeling the walls begin to close in on him.

"Oh well your date got switched from this coming Saturday night to tonight so we don't have time for more training."

"Tabwhat's the bad news?"

A small bomb going off in his shirt pocket was the only reply Todd got from Tabitha the entire way home.

Todd examined himself in the mirror and then looked back at the tub behind him. He slowly breathed in and then out, in and then out. He approached the shower hesitantly and then...got in it. He quickly, but thoroughly washed himself. 'Should be good enough for the rest of the month,' he thought as he began dressing himself. When he finished he gave himself another look in the mirror, seeing a well dressed guy being reflected back, and smiled. He quickly looked both ways and then... "Tolensky, Todd Tolensky. Shaken not stirred."

"Hey Toad let's get it moving," Pietro yelled impatiently.

"What's he doing Pietro," Tabby asked, already anxious to leave.

"He's upstairs doing James Bond impersonations. I wish he'd come on, she's probably already there." Todd winced when he heard what Pietro said and made his way downstairs.

"Actually I was just working on my um pronunciation yo. You know, How Now Brown Cow."

"Toad, shut up."

They arrived at the restaurant, Todd was surprised to see he actually met the restaurant's requirements, something that didn't happen to him very often. He stepped out of Lance's jeep and looked back at Lance and Pietro. They just smiled back at him, well Pietro smirked, and waved him on. "Have a good time man, call us when you need a ride back, oh and give her this flower," Lance said as he handed a peach colored rose to Todd and then drove away.

Todd could feel it building inside of him. Fear, it felt like he would soon be sweating it through every one of his pores. His mouth dryed at the sight of the door and what might possibly lay inside for him. He caught his reflection in a passing in a car and remembered who he was, not Toad, but Todd.

He smiled and walked inside the restaurant. The maitre'd asked him for his name, which he proudly gave.

"Ah yes, Pierce!" A waiter appeared at the maitre'd 's call. "Take Mr. Tolensky to his table." The waiter gave a short bow and motioned that Todd follow him. On the way to his table Todd caught a few looks from some of the other guests at the restaurant, but took no offense, he was used to it. "So my date's not here yet," Todd asked the waiter when he was seated at a table near the back of the restaurant.

"No sir, I will check with the maitre' d to see if a message was sent," the waiter said.

"Uh sure, thanks yo."

Todd sat and placed the rose in front of him. What would she be like? Would she think he was weird? Cool? Refreshing? Would she know he was her soulmate at first sight or would it take some time in their relationship? Would their children be boys or girls? He began to think about how thankful he was for his friends. His friends, his wonderful friends, they were the ones that were responsible for this happening. They were responsible for the new Todd Tolensky. They were responsible for his new found confidence. They were responsible for his date. He should do something for them, but what? That question was answered five minutes later when he saw his date. She wore a blue dress with white polka dots, a pair of stockings with red and white stripes, her brown hair was done up in a bun, wore powder white make-up on her face, chocolate brown eyes and had a red rubber nose. He quickly came to the conclusion that it might be best if each of his wonderful friends was slowly, painfully crucified.